Kevin made small talk on the way, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do and with the school gates coming into sight, he stopped her. "I think you'd better lose those dirty smelly panties, don't you miss?"
Chloe looked over quizzically as gangs of pupils filtered past. "What, here?"
Kevin went into thoughtful mode. There would be time enough for the real humiliation to begin. He was enjoying the slow build-up. "Just make sure they're removed before the lesson. And I want you to call me Sir from now on."
Chloe grimaced. It had escaped her memory that the first period after lunch was Kevin's English class. "Well, I'll see you shortly, miss," he announced, leaning in close.
"Kevin...Sir...no, not here," she gasped as he made to kiss her.
Every passing eye seemed to be on them as Kevin stroked her cheek. Chloe pulled away. As she departed hastily she knew she would be made to pay later for the indiscretion. However, her head was in such turmoil that she was happy just to survive from minute to minute.
Safely ensconced in the staff toilet Chloe climbed out of the panties, running her thumb guiltily over the still moistened crotch before slipping them in her bag. Thankfully she had a relatively modest skirt on, knee length and airy, but it was a skirt nonetheless, and she'd be conscious until home time that she was totally bare beneath.
The class of a dozen sixth formers was already assembled as their flustered teacher made her entrance, eyes glancing over anxiously at Kevin. Seated at the back and alone as ever, he smirked her way. Despite rationing the glances in his direction, she could feel his eyes boring into her midriff throughout the early stages of the lesson.
Chloe sighed inwardly. It wasn't as if it was just Kevin that concerned her. What if he'd told the others in the class? What if they all knew their teacher was panty-less? Chloe gulped, addressing the forum in a shaky voice, convinced they could see her pussy through the light fabric of the skirt. For some reason that made her tingle, a glistening of wetness forming around her labia. In turn, her skirt soaked up the juices like blotting paper, leaving a little stain.
Setting a reading task to take their eyes off her, much to Chloe's relief quickly they became engrossed. Cowering behind the desk, she fanned her face and willed the clock to move faster. No such luck, she looked up startled as Kevin called her to the back of the class. Grudgingly she ambled over to his side. "Quicker next time," he growled beneath his breath, his eyes angry slits.
"Yes Sir," Chloe whispered.
"That's good, you're learning," he whispered back.
Chloe gasped as his palm grazed the back of her calf, rising to meet the flesh at her hamstring. Within seconds the clammy hand was up inside her skirt, stroking the soft creamy thigh. Thankfully, if were any consolation, the rest of the class were so engrossed in their reading that no one glanced back.
For if they had they'd have seen Kevin's probing fingers find his teacher's slick slit, circling gently. "Stay there," he warned with menace in his voice.
Rooted to the spot, Chloe bit down on her bottom lip. She could feel her face cheeks blush a deep purple and the sweat trickle down her neck and tickle her breasts. She fought to deny the feeling of sexual pleasure, but it was a vain quest. She tried her utmost to stifle the groan that forced its way out, along with a little bead of cunt juice that trickled down her inner thigh.
Growing ever bolder, Kevin pushed a single digit upward, splitting the tight moist crack. His fingers set her alight, made her pound and her body buzz in uncontrollable spasms. Finding her clit he gave it a tweak. The stirrings in her loins were hard to bear, even harder to deny. She almost cried out and betrayed herself. She wanted to be bent over the desk and fucked deep and hard. No, no, no. Nooooooo. "That's all miss, thank you," Kevin announced, unplugging the juice laden finger and sucking it clean with a joyous smile.
Chloe fled to the front of the class, the urge to break down in tears overwhelming. As she sat down in the chair her juicy pussy squelched, the need to have it filled again almost unbearable. Yet she had to resist, if only for the rapidly diminishing remnants of her dignity.
For the rest of the lesson Kevin's eyes burned into her unerringly. It came as little surprise when the bell rang and the class dispersed that Kevin remained behind like a bad smell. "I enjoyed today's lesson, did you too miss?"
Chloe's eyes bulged. "No Sir, I hated every minute of it. If you had any respect for me..."
The sentence hung in the air as Kevin swung at his teacher's pussy with a clawed hand, gathering up the light material. Chloe whimpered as his fingers entered her once more, the skirt forced inside her wet cunt. "Oh God, not here Sir," she pleaded.
He grinned. "Mmmm, so you want to, but somewhere else, huh?"
Chloe nodded miserably. She had to lie to get this over and if having sex brought the torment to an end it was the price she had to pay.
"So, your place tonight?" he suggested, idly pushing at her sex, his thumb rubbing all around her clit.
"I can't, not tonight...I'm..."
"Whatever it is, cancel it. Oh, I bet it's that boyfriend of yours?"
Chloe nodded dejectedly.
"Okay, I want you to phone him right now."
Chloe went to protest but thought better of it, reaching inside her bag for the mobile phone.
"That's a crap phone you have, miss," he chuckled.
Chloe's eyes misted. "Hi honey, it's me...something's come up at school. I know...I love you too, yes I will."
As Chloe put the phone away, Kevin could hardly contain his joy. "See you at eight," he mouthed. "Oh, and shave that hairy pussy, it's like a jungle down there."
Chloe sat down, head in hands and let her emotions run to the fore.