As I finish answering the questions of several students who remained after class Mrs. Johnson returns to my classroom. She watches as the last student leaves and then walks over to where I am sitting behind my desk. Pulling up a chair, Mrs Johnson sits close to me, I feel her place a hand on my back just below my shoulder blades. Her hand starts to softly rub which feels great through my thin dress. “I wanted to make sure your class went ok, you seemed pretty distracted earlier in the hallway.”
Looking over at Mrs Johnson I could see that her eyes were staring down the front of my dress at my 36c breasts. I then felt her other hand on my leg just above my stockings. I smiled at Mrs Johnson and placed my hand on her legs. “I was just thinking about something in the hallway and not paying attention.” I replied as I started to gently rub her leg just above her knee with my fingertips.
“If you ever need any assistance I will be happy to help.” Mrs Johnson said to me and she blushed a little.
I could feel her fingers sliding up my leg along my garter strap, up underneath my dress. I could tell she was nervous about being too forward or her advances being rejected. I spread my legs a little letting Mrs Johnson know it was ok and welcome and felt her fingertips caress my thigh. Without realizing it, I let out a soft moan and then I felt Mrs Johnson’s fingers drift over to my bikini panties. Her fingers started rubbing the front of them, stroking my crotch and I could feel my pussy getting wet.
“Thank you, I appreciate the offer.” I said breathing heavily as my hand slipped under Mrs Johnson’s skirt and sought out her cute little panties. My fingertips touched the crotch of her pretty little panties and I could feel that she was already wet. Slowly I started rubbing one of my fingers up and down her panties feeling the outline of her slit.
Mrs Johnson slipped one of her fingers under my panties and started to rub my wet pussy. “If you want, we could meet after school and work on some lesson plans.”
I nod to Mrs Johnson, feeling close to cumming, I don’t want her to stop. She pulls away from me though and smiles. “You better straighten yourself up, the next class will be arriving shortly.” Mrs Johnson then wrote her phone number on a scrap of paper and bent over, handing it to me, giving me another look at her sexy lace bra holding her lovely breasts. “Call me.” Mrs Johnson said, winking at me.
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