Up My Teacher's Skirt
I shared my one and only experience with a teacher online with an ep friend a while ago. Since then, the details of the memory have come back in force, so that I'm often ******* off thinking of my special teacher. I'd like to share my experience here.
I went to an all boys school in England. All the teachers were men and they used to hang out in the staff room at recess and lunchtime and smoke. The room stank. We had one woman teacher named Miss Williams. She didn't smoke and probably got harassed amongst all those male teachers, so she always stayed in the classroom at recess and lunchtimes.
She was incredibly pretty. I had an aching crush on her. She always wore pretty dresses and once in a while, by looking under her desk, I got to see her thigh-highs and panties (that's when my love of thigh-highs became hardwired into my developing brain). I was thirteen and in a horrible family situation! My father beat my mother and me, as well as sexually abusing my sister. I was quite withdrawn and shy as a result. I think Miss Williams really cared about me, but didn't know how to express it.
One day--it had to have been May or June, for it was warm and sunny, she asked me to stay behind and help her at lunchtime. The other kids left and she locked the door behind them. She said she needed help in the stockroom, which was off the back of the classroom. She took me there where there was a step ladder set up. She told me she had to move things around on the top shelf and that she needed me to hold the ladder. She climbed up unsteadily. By the time she got to the rung she needed to be on, I was well below her skirt and was in my glory and trembled with excitement looking up without needing to conceal it. Her panties were pale green, just like the lovely flowers on her summer dress. I remember her perfume and the sweet smell of her skin with my face close to her legs. I was soooooo hard; I pressed my groin against the ladder. She kept up a gentle chatting with me until she was ready to come down.
She was even more unsteady on her descent and couldn't or wouldn't take that first step. She told me that I needed to hold onto her legs instead of the ladder. She coached me until I was holding her right and then took her first tentative step down. I kept my hands right where she'd instructed me on the calves of her legs, but she said that as she came down, I'd need to hold her higher by just letting my hands slide up.
By this time I was nearly fainting with the thrill of it all.
The next step, her skirt was over my head. The next step, my hands were above her thigh-highs. She just kept cooing encouragement and thanking me for helping her. She partially turned on the ladder so that one of my hands was between her thighs. I could see her pale green panties were wet, but was so naive that I thought she'd peed herself a little through fear.
She encouraged, "Now don't let go, I'm coming down one more step. Just let your hands slide up". Down she came and my hand between her legs was in the crotch of her panties feeling the softness, wetness and warmth of her vagina. She sat on the step and opened her legs. I was still beneath her skirt and could by now smell her amazing sex!
She dropped her voice to a whisper and said "I hope you're not embarrassed, Stephen. Nothing to be embarrassed about. One of her hands came under her skirt and pulled her panties to one side. Her hand was shaking as she took mine and guided my fingers in position and motion. "That's right", she said, "Just keep doing that", she cooed. It went on for a long time, but the experience for me was timeless. Eventually I heard the softest of inarticulate noises from her throat and felt a sort of ******* in her pelvis and legs. I didn't know it then, but of course I know now, that she was having an ******.
After that, she simply thanked me for helping her and said she would always appreciate how kind I was.
Nothing more was ever said. She continued being kind to me. But I need to tell you that I went to the bathroom so many times that afternoon to jerk off while I smelled and tasted my fingers. It was heaven!