Gasping from my eager and enthusiastic attentions, Sandra reached to the drawer of the bedside table and produced a long blue plastic vibrator. Feeling victimised, I trailed grumpily along to Miss Wilton’s classroom, deliberately arriving about five minutes late. Sex Her hands went behind my shoulders, and I could feel the firm swell of her breasts as she pulled me against her in a long and passionate kiss. There was something about her demeanour and tone of voice that was a little bit off – just a hint of nervousness in her normally steely authority, and somehow I picked up on it. With practiced movements she simultaneously kicked the skirt away and discarded the bra, setting her full breasts swinging free. copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009
I was not usually a naughty girl at school, but there was something about Miss Wilton that made me act badly around her. She leaned forward, brushing her lips along mine, and I parted them to let her tongue flick into my mouth. I felt excited and even a bit aroused, with a sensation of warmth in my lower stomach and the start of wetness between my legs. Her room was the last one on the right in the upper corridor of the science and maths block, which was now quiet and deserted.
