Worse than the Students

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Early August was always a unique time in a school. It was quiet, almost serene. The only people in the building are the administration, their support staff, custodians, and the few teachers anxious to get a jump on the new year; meaning the the over-achievers and the newbies. But those newbies were almost as needy as the kids. This year, Jim fit into two of those categories. Even though he had been teaching for 17 years, he was both new to the school, as well as his position as principal.

As he unlocked the back entrance to the building, he turned to head to the office. But, thinking better of it, he decided to walk through the school instead. He turned around and headed up and down hallways, peeking in empty rooms, looking at outdated signs for graduation and last-minute yearbook sales. As he walked the different halls, he filled with pride knowing that he was finally there. He had finally made it. As a teacher, he felt like he could only do so much- but as a principal he saw his opportunities as far greater. He would help teachers, kids, parents. He fantasized about how everyone would seek out his guidance and help "Mr. Johnson, what do you think about this lesson?" "Mr. Johnson, my math teacher doesn't like me." "Mr. Johnson, you are inspiring, I never thought of it that way."

"Mr. Johnson, your being silly." Jim thought to himself. Tearing down a couple signs and putting them in the over-full garbage cans. "I suppose you should focus on getting ready for the first weeks of school, rather than dreaming of glory." He laughed at himself. And with that he headed back to the main office.

After spending too much time over-thinking where to position his desk to make his office welcoming yet full of authority. Positioning his golf paperweight and his pictures of his kids, Jim turned on the computer. It took a quick call to IT to figure out were the files were that he needed, but he was eventually able to bring up his lists of teachers and assignments; their history and evaluations.

Jim had been formulating a plan since he had been offered the job. He was going to really focus on the new teachers. Train them himself and make sure that they were top-notch. Eventually, he believed, they would help turn this school around. So Jim sorted his staff list based on seniority. He glanced over the list, skipping past the dinosaurs and 'old-school' teachers, looking for the teachers that were fresh, full of energy and eager to learn.

Jim was disappointed to see that there were only three. A Mr. White, Mr. Halsen, and a Mrs. Cumstorm. Quickly he sent an email to each, introducing himself and asking that once they get to the building to please stop in and say hi. That he was very pleased to have them on board and looked forward to working with them. Proud of himself, Jim moved onto the more mundane aspects of running a school, with really meant examining the budget.
 
I was excited to see the email..at 22,always getting passed over for the "senority" teachers. I was always told had pretty looks, as i am 5'5 130 with shoulder length black hair. but not much experience. I enter the principal office for introduction. I wear a white blouse,black pleated skirt 2" above the knees nude pantyhose and 3" white strappy heels. "hello sir i am Ashley Cumstorm".
 
"Hello Ms. Cumstorm" I greet you. "So glad you could come in before the school year started. I've really been looking forward to meeting the new teachers."

I encourage you to sit down, myself leaning on the desk as I take in your appearance. Professional and attractive, I decide. I like that.

I ask you lots of questions about your training and your student teaching. I am particularly interested in hearing about the areas you feel like you need the most help. After a few minutes, I stand back up and ask "would you like to see your classroom?"

Not really waiting for a response, I move to grab the keys from my coat, causing me to lean against you lightly as I reach. Standing back up I ask "Are you ready?"
 
"yes sir ready to go as far as areas for improvement i would say a bit of patience with the real trouble students. what classes will I be teaching?" I ask as we continue the tour. as we do some of the male students are eyeing me up and down whispering to themselves.
 
I lead you to the far end of the building where there is far less happening. "you'll be teaching two freshman level classes, and I'm still finishing up the schedule, but I am considering putting you with a senior level class. This is a huge responsibility" I intone. I have to admit, I am a little worried about your experience. But as he said the word experience, he really was thinking age. He noticed how the boys were looking at her, and we was a little worried about sticking her with the older boys.

I direct Ms Cumstorm up the stairs and followed after her, showing her the way to her room. Though I did catch myself eyeing your firm ass as she proceeded him up the stairs. No wonder the gentlemen were watching you, I thought.

I try not to stare, but as you lead the way up the steps, I can't help but notice your outfit. How your hair falls onto your shoulders; the white a nice contrast to your black hair. I observe your back, noticing your bra straps and wondering what lacy treasure lays beneath. But it is your skirt that commands my attention. Appropriately long, but form fitting, it hugs your hips and ass. I catch myself reaching out, as if to lift it up, but stop myself.

"you can't" I think back to the last school I worked at. "you don't want that to happen again." But I have to muster up every bit of my strength not to lift up that skirt and own every inch of flesh beneath.

Trying to distract myself, I rush ahead and open the classroom door. As you pass me into the classroom, I gently put my hand on the small of your back, letting it linger just a moment too long and slide to the top of your skirt as you brush past me into the room.
 
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OOc edit last post to try to grop me or maybe an "inspection" of my attire.
 
you say you need to check my attire to see of skirt is good length and ensure blouse buttons are strong enough so they do not accideently pop open. I give you an odd look but trust you since you are the principal as you....
 
say that we will start with the skirt. I run my fingers along the waist, nodding approvingly. Then I kneel down and examine the length of the skirt. I run my fingers along the hem, sliding them up and brushing the inside of your thighs.

"not bad" I say, but I'm worried about it riding up, "turn around and bend over so I can examine the length better." I instruct, waiting for you to comply.
 
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"sure sir, I say with an eagerness to show I can comply as a new teeacher. I bend over keeping legs straight as I touch tops of my heels. "like this sir?" I say hoping my pleated skirt is not riding up high.
 
"Let me inspect," I say- sliding my hand across your ass and the pleats of the skirt. I reach down under the hem, which I am almost sad to say is still plenty long for a day at school-- but my fingers slide underneath and caress the silky material of the nylons.

"Excellent" I praise. "This skirt will be acceptable."

"But I am concerned about what you are wearing underneath, though we will get to that in a moment. Stand up and face me" I compel you. "I need to inspect your blouse now."
 
I stand and face you placing hands behind my back so they re out of the way. my standing straight causes chest to pop out a bit as you need to "test" the strength of the buttons by...
 
I see that you are expectant, almost impatient, but I pause anyway. I take a moment to examine your blouse. It is tight, form fitting, but not obscene. Your breasts look full and large, with the way you are standing they press against the material.

Finally, I decide it's time to test the buttons. I reach out and slide my fingers from the collar along the open material, until I reach the first button.

"First, let's see what would happen if a young student were to catch their finger in your blouse, say, accidentally during a lab."

I curl two fingers into the material and tug gently, as if on accident. The threads pull, your breasts press hard against the materials, but hold.

"Next, we will see what happens if you are caught, say, breaking up a fight and one of the students tries to pull past you to get to another student."

I step to the side of you and grab the blouse firmly in a hand and pull more violently. This time the top button pops and exposes your bra.

I look at you neutrally, "good thing fights don't happen too often"

"But what I am really worried about is if a group of students tries to really harass you in the halls. Maybe trying to disrobe you in the confusion..."

For that I move back in front of you and grab both sides of your shirt with both hands, as I pull buttons fly in every direction, exposing...
 
pop..pop..pop fills the air as my buttons go flying. I gasp as blouse is open to my naval. I breathe harder and blush a bit as you expose my lacy pink front hook bra. my firm 35Cs heave up and down in the bra. I say "I guess I cannot wear blouses sir? what type of top should I wear?" as i stand in the middle of my classroom with my blouse wide open.
 
"Don't fret" Jim reassured, "there are many tops that don't have buttons like that." If you like, I can take you shopping later. Help you try them on and choose ones that, well, quite frankly, accent those beautiful breasts of yours."

Jim was looking at at the lacy, pink bra. He lifted his hands and ran his fingers down the strap, along the cup, caressing Ms Cumstorm's ample cleavage, he wanted to open that bra more than anything. He fantasized about her dropping to her knees and unbuttoning his pants... but first, he had to know about her panties, did they match? Was she wearing a thong? She was quite a sexy young lady he realized.

"Ms Cumstorm, I feel that it is imperative that we thoroughly inspect the rest of your clothes. Kindly remove your skirt."
 
"drop my skirt sir?? are you serious?" I stammer semi confused by the bolld statement. " sir with all due respect I could see the blouse button check and I thank you for the shopping offer but why do you need to se under my skirt?" secretly I was turned on but also trying to get out of this portion of the "inspection" since I was shaved and pantiless underneath my nude pantyhose.
 
"Normally, Ms Cumstorm, I am not in the habit of repeating myself." I speak with a tone perfected over years of commanding a classroom.

"However, because you are new here, I will indulge you." I speak slowly and patiently, as I would to a naive student. "You see, there are actually several reasons for this. One, is that I need to know the true character of my staff. To know that you are the kind of person who can truly service our students and their needs. But more importantly, it is imperative that I have staff members who are willing to take instruction when necessary. So again, Ms. Cumstorm, I must insist that you take off your skirt.
 
knowing i cannot blow this job I say "yes sir i shold set a good example I guess" with that I reach for the clasp and zipper on my skirt and undo them. the skirt falls in a puddle around my ankles and I step out of it. I blush heavily as you see I am shaved and pantiless under my pantyhose.
 
"Yes" I say, "It is imperative that our staff set the highest standard" I say, my eyes catching sight of your shaved pussy underneath the nylons.

I step closer, looming above you. I reach down and gently tug at the top of your nylons. "You are proving to be an excellent addition to our staff, Ms. Cumstorm" I praise. "Now, now, don't be embarrassed. You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

I walk slowly around you, standing close, inspecting your body, my fingers tracing lightly over your skin. I am standing close enough that you feel the warmth of my body on your exposed skin. By breathe falling on your neck and shoulders.
 
i stand in the classroom in my heels,pantyhose bra and open blouse breathing harder from the exposure.."ummm anything else that needed inspected sir?"
 
"Yes, Ms. Cumstorm, I intend to be very thorough. Will that be a problem? You do want to be a good employee, don't you?"

I finish moving around you, stopping again in front. I put take your chin between my finger and thumb, lifting your face towards mine. I inspect your features- noticing how pretty your eyes are- with just a touch of innocence remaining in them.

I release your chin and move my hands to your cleavage again, amplified by the bra you are wearing. My fingers tips drag lightly over your uplifted breasts, lightly caressing. My hands stop at the clasps for a moment, before pulling the bra together just enough to release the clasp...
 
I gasp as the front clasp is released and the halves seperate revealing my firm and perky 35C's to you. My face turns red as my nipples begin to stiffen in the cool air. I stand there frozen in shock as you comment on the firmness and perkiness of my breasts.
 
I smile at the sight of your beautiful breasts, your nipples hardening in the cool air.

"Those are perfect breasts" I comment, my hands cupping each. I let my thumbs trace over your pert little nipples. "They are so firm, so perky."

The vision of your glorious breast wrapped around my stiffening cock flashes through my brain. But I am also keenly aware of your smooth, soft pussy hiding beneath the nylons.

I release one of your breasts from my hand and replace it with my mouth as that hand slides south, sliding under the waistline of the pantyhose. I am not disappointed as my fingers slide across your clean skin.

"Ms Cumstorm, it is clear that you have a great attention to detail and care deeply about doing a good job as a teacher." I commend you. "I think that I will be able to show you many things in this profession."
 
"Ahhhh! sir what are you doing?!" my eyes grow wide as you take my rock hard left nipple to your mouth and your hand dives in my pantyhose and feels my bald pussy. "sir...mmm..please stop we cant do this surely your ...mmm...inspction is over classes will be starting in aabout half an hour." I stammer as you suck and fondle my perky breasts.
 
"Ms Cumstorm, our inspections will continue all year long." I say, flicking my finger across your little clit. "I will expect you to always be prepared for that. You will also remember that classes won't start again until next week, seeings how it is still summer." I sigh... "However, you are correct that I do have other duties to attend to to get ready for that all-important date."

I draw my hand slowly from your nylons, disappointed that we were stopped short, but knowing that I would have plenty of opportunities to enjoy your body throughout the year. Take one last lick of your nipple, before pointing out a lab coat over by the teacher's desk. "You will probably want to wear that to cover yourself, seeings how your blouse will no longer be decent." I remind you.

"Would you like to stay here and work? Or accompany me to the stadium as I meet the new football coach?"
 
I should run but the opportunity cannot be passed up. "ummm I should get familiar with all the staff in case I see them around. II can go with you sir" I say trying to compose myself as you talk more of the schoool and the standards of being a teacher here.
 
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