Mrs. Madison waited for the students to shuffle through their bags and pass their papers forward, a process that usually took a minute or so. As Tom got his own homework out she hopped up on the front of her desk, black mid-calf skirt covering her crossed knees. Mrs. Madison looked so sexy sitting there, but tom wished her skirt was shorter.
Right before his eyes, the skirt began crawling up her legs, an odd rippling effect occuring at the lower edge as it slowly retreated up her legs, Inch after tantalizing inch of leg revealing itself. The skirt pulled itself over Mrs. Madison's knees, and as Tom's eyes bugged out, she uncrossed her legs. He could almost see... and before the thought could complete itself, Mrs. Madison's legs spread apart subtly, just a bit more. Her skirt stopped shrinking just on the upper borderline of what would be considered "mid-thigh." She hooked her ankles into each other and adjusted her position on the desk again, hiking the skirt up higher, and Tom stared directly down to her clearly exposed panties, the bright blue material tightly cupping her sex, but concealing nothing from his gaze.
"Lisa," Mrs. Madison said, leaning backwards slightly so her sex was thrust even more prominently forward, "can you hand me all the homework?"
Lisa got up from her front row seat with the stack of papers she had received and picked up the similar-sized stacks from the other front row desks. Tom had had a crush on Lisa for a while.
Suddenly, Tom's perspective changed. From his seat in the back corner, he found himself suddenly in the middle of the front row, looking straight into Mrs. Madison's crotch. He only had a second to enjoy his closeup view of her cooch before it was broken as Lisa stepped in front of him to collect the papers that were now on his desk. She just stood there for a few seconds, letting Tom admire her, her back arched slightly to thrust out her prominent boobs, then took a delicate step forward and deliberately bent her body at the hips while keeping her face aimed straight at his, giving Tom a fantastic view as her conservative T-shirt's neckline began shrinking downwards into her cleavage, revealing more of it as it retreated. The shirt became even more provocative, growing buttons and becoming an almost transparent blouse as she bent further, whispering into Tom's ear, "you make me hot."
When Lisa pulled back she held herself over Tom's desk for another second, at which point Tom could see that not only had her bust had gotten bigger, but her highly visible bra, previously a practical but still attractive simple white number had become lacy, and the same shade of blue as Mrs. Madison's panties.
Lisa stepped away and handed the stack of papers to Mrs. Madison, who leaned even further back and put them in a desk drawer, spreading her legs a bit more in the process, her panties having shrunk inwards from the sides to become a thong that just barely avoided revealing everything. When she lifted herself back up into her original position, she turned and said to Lisa, "Why don't you pop up here with me?" Lisa complied instantly, sitting in an almost identical position next to Mrs. Madison, her jeans stretched tightly across her cunt. |