Watching The Teachers (Part 2)

“I hope this isn’t another one of your stupid jokes” moaned Jenny, as she clambered over a pile of old carpet that lay in the middle of the store-room floor. “If Mrs Elliott discovers that I didn’t have a dental appointment this afternoon, I’ll be in detention for a week.”

“Don’t worry” said Mick, “You’ll be thanking me later”. But secretly he had been having misgivings. What if Mr Johnson and Miss Ford couldn’t get away that afternoon? What if one or other of them had had second thoughts about meeting up again – although after the way they had carried on last week, he doubted that very much. But anything could happen to put a spanner in the works, and he didn’t fancy having to explain to Jenny why he had dragged her down to the old school store-rooms that afternoon if nothing happened. He’s been deliberately secretive about what he wanted to show her – he knew she couldn’t resist a mystery – and in any case if he had told her, she either wouldn’t have believed him, or got cold feet at the last minute. But if the two teachers did meet up again, he suspected they may see more than just the finger-fucking and blow-job that he had witnessed the week before. He had been fantasising all week about the sight of Miss Ford’s tits running with spunk; remembering the way she had tucked them, still covered in cum, back into her bra, had kept him wanking practically every day since then.

“So what exactly is all this about?” insisted Jenny again. “If you think this is just an excuse to get me alone and cop a quick feel, you can think again!” She and Mick had only been going out together regularly for a couple of weeks; she had let him kiss her, of course, but so far she hadn’t let him go any further than touching her little breasts through her shirt – and to give him credit, he hadn’t tried to force her. But she did fancy him, and wasn’t averse to taking things further in due course. She wasn’t a virgin either, having lost her cherry some time before with a previous boyfriend, but she wasn’t going to fuck just anybody, as one or two of the girls in her class were known to do.

Just in time, before Mick needed to think of an answer to her question, he heard the sound of the door opening next door. Quickly, he hushed Jenny, and manoeuvred her towards the gap in the sliding doors through which he had witnessed the previous week’s sexual encounter. With a gesture, he indicated that she should look through – hoping to himself that it wasn’t just the caretaker popping in for a quick nap.

To his relief, it wasn’t. Peering over Jenny’s shoulder, he saw Mr Johnson and Miss Ford, already in each other’s arms. Jenny turned and looked at Mick with her mouth open, and her eyes bright with shocked delight. She was clearly about to whisper something, but Mick quickly put his hand over her mouth, and turned her back to the gap.

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This time, there was little hesitation between the two teachers. Miss Ford was already unbuttoning her white blouse; this time she was wearing an even more revealing bra, which allowed her large pink nipples to peep out over the top. Mick assumed she had worn this to tantalise Mr Johnson during the morning. The games master had taken his shirt off as well; Miss Ford ran her fingers over his chest, her breasts heaving as she slipped one hand down towards his erect cock, which she rubbed through his trousers. He licked the top of her tits, then fumbled with her skirt, trying to remove it.

“Here, let me” Miss Ford smiled, as, reaching behind her, she undid the zip and with a wiggle of her hips let the skirt fall to the floor. Mick and Jenny saw that she was wearing a tight little thong, which barely covered her pubic mound and clearly showed the outline of her labia underneath; she was already sexually aroused and there was a small damp patch around her pussy. Standing there in her underwear, she began pulling down Mr Johnson’s trousers. As his erect cock sprang into view, Jenny couldn’t suppress a gasp. By this time, Mick had his arms round her from behind. The sight of Miss Ford in her sexy bra had caused his own dick to stand to attention… Inadvertently, Jenny leant back against him, pressing the cheeks of her arse against his stiff cock. Mick held his breath; half expecting her to pull away, but to his delight she wriggled her arse against his erection, rubbing it against her firm, rounded cheeks. Encouraged by this response, Mick gently undid a button on her shirt and slipped his hand inside, caressing her flat, well-toned stomach. Jenny let out a little sigh of pleasure, but she was obviously equally engrossed by what was going on next door.

Mr Johnson had kicked his trousers, socks and shoes off, and Miss Ford had her hands under his boxer shorts, caressing his arse, while he tickled the tips of her nipples with his tongue. She slipped his boxers off, and gripped his cock, slipping it under the front of her thong, and rubbing it against her pussy. It quickly became slippery with her vaginal juices. Mr Johnson was rubbing his hands over her breasts; he pulled gently on the little ribbon that secured her bra at the front, letting the cups fall away and freeing her gorgeous tits.

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Still unable to tear her eyes away from any of this, Jenny’s right hand had gone behind her back, and she fumbled with the belt on Mick’s trousers, trying to loosen it enough to get her hand down the front. Mick took his hand out of her blouse and helped out. With his trousers now loose, Jenny slipped her hand down the front inside his boxers and caressed his erect cock. Mick began to undo the other buttons on her blouse, revealing her firm little breasts enclosed in the usual regulation white school bra. He ran his hands over them, feeling her nipples becoming hard. Leaning over her shoulder, he gently inserted a couple of fingers down the front of the right-hand cup, pulling the cup downwards and away from her breast so he could see the pink nipple. He edged the cup further down right over the soft flesh, letting it swing free in the warm air. He cupped it in his hand, running his fingers gently over the skin, first circling the nipple, then tickling the rock-hard button and pinching it gently between finger and thumb.