Reminisces Of Miss James

“I remember that knitted dress very well indeed. I still have it today, hanging in my wardrobe. A souvenir of sorts. I had to approach the head and his deputy about wearing it because it was not of the ‘required dress code’ for we teachers. We were in the grip of a fairly severe heat wave at that time and apart for wearing a bikini, this knitted dress was the only garment I had that would keep me cool throughout the day.

I knew I had to physically bend if I needed to pick anything up. It would not leave much to the imagination but it had to be done that way because if I squatted down, the dress would literally roll upwards around my waist so it would look as if all I was wearing was a pullover and panties. Of course, it had to happen didn’t it. I dropped a book that I was writing quotes on the blackboard from. Obviously, I could not squat down so I had to go for it and I bent over in front of all the boys in the class.

I heard a few stifled gasps and groans from the boys at the front, which I pretended not to hear, but I had no idea about Billy Ingle. Poor boy. He was on the back row on the desk next to you wasn’t he? I thought so. And you saw him doing this….. Really?…Was it really the first time you had seen anyone wanking themselves off?….Goodness…. No, I say ‘goodness’ because I just thought back to the first time I saw a guy wanking himself off. There were differences though, He was an adult, and completely naked.

It’s funny, apart from what you just told me about Billy Ingle, I didn’t have any real problem in the classrooms, or at least none that I was aware of at the time. It was the staff room where it all happened.

I was the first in the staff room during the afternoon break and so it fell to me to boil the water up in case anyone wanted a cup of tea or coffee. Why anyone would want a hot drink in a really hot heatwave, I don’t know, but the house rule was, first in, put the kettle on. I had bent down to lift some saucers out of the bottom sideboard where all the crockery was kept. I had forgotten what I was wearing when Mike Gallow walked in. Remember him?….Yes……Mike ‘Hung Low’ Gallow…..that’s the one….He thought it would be fun to grab me by my hips and motion as if he was fucking me doggy style.

Maybe it was the heat, I don’t know, but for a moment, I just stayed in position. For a moment, I was actually turned on by the thought of being fucked by him, as most of the female staff were. Through my panties I could feel that he had an erection going on inside of his pants and it was definitely something to write home about. It was only when I heard the staff room door opening again that I swung my ass around and grabbed Mike by his balls and squeezed them tightly….goodness, it was like taking hold of two tennis balls….I tried to look intimidating as I muttered some threat about ‘cutting these off.’

Unfortunately, it was Elsie Morris….remember her?….yes, that’s her. The ‘Grand Old Duchess’ as everyone called her on account of her age. It was she who came into the staff room and my timing was way out as she caught me for the briefest of seconds, bending over while Mike was simulating fucking me. Then he saw me turning and holding Mike’s balls. I don’t think she heard what I said to Mike, but it didn’t matter, because the way I was at that moment, I was enjoying holding on to Mike’s balls. And he knew it too.

She may have been an old girl but she was as sharp as a razor. It wasn’t the fact that she had seen Mike and I making like we were shagging each other, or the fact that I had hold of Mike’s balls and appeared in no hurry to let go of them. What she had clocked was the bulge in Mike’s pants and the look of disappointment in his eyes when I let eventually let go of his balls.

She smiled, almost cruelly, at both of us, got herself a glass of water, sat down and pulled her own skirt up to just below her own panty line….Nooooo…..No, no, no, no……Elsie didn’t want in with me and Mike! She had done it for a reason. When all the other female members of staff walked in, they took one look at Elsie and followed suite, it was so damn hot…… Yes, that’s right, they all hitched their skirts or dresses up, some above their waistline, others just below their panty line. Once the women had done that, we all sat down. Then all the guys came in…..yes….I’m sure they all thought it was their birthdays come early.

The guys were struggling by the end of the break with the leg and panty show they had been so enjoying, but now it was time to go back to the classrooms.