PE class

The following story is real with one exception, I have changed the names of those involved.

While I was at secondary school, Year 9 onwards (age 13-16) I had weak legs so every PE lesson I only had three choices; swimming, gymnastics or the weights room. This term as it was closing in on summer I quite fancied going for a swim, which also meant…Ms Writ.

Ms Writ was unlike most of the other teachers.

Most of the other teachers were 50-60+ but Ms Writ was easily in her mid to late 20s. She had pure white straight hair that reached her lovely, round butt and a bust big enough that she couldn’t do up all of the buttons on her low-cut blouse. The best thing though was she never wore a bra and always wore tight and thin tops.

For the first class I put my bag in the changing room, removed my shirt, trousers, shoes and socks, swapped my glasses for goggles and rushed out to look at Ms Writ,

When I exited the changing room my jaw dropped. Standing before me was Ms Writ wearing a white one-piece swimming costume which barely contained her ample bust and drew attention to her erect nipples. She had her hair in two ponytails, one on each side. The lower half of her costume offered hardly any coverage; the front was a thin bit of fabric which barely covered her pussy and round the back was a piece of string which went right up her arse, emphasising her bubbly butt cheeks. The other great about Ms Writ was she tried to be a friend first and a teacher second, so I made a joke about Harley Quinn being in Baywatch, which got a laugh causing her breasts to jiggle.

My hands went to cover my crotch, Ms Writ noticed this and told me to get in the water before everyone else arrived.

‘Everyone else?’ I questioned. ‘I was the only one in there.’

‘The girls will be joining us’ she explained ‘and lucky for you, some of them have skimpier suits than me.

I looked her up and down and jumped in the water shouting ‘I dought it!’

The first thing I always do in the pool is hold my breath underwater.