the gym teacher p3 x

I walked home replaying the day over in my head, thinking about Mr Ryans. I opened my front door and ran up to my bedroom.

~~The next morning~~

I woke up for school, making sure to put some sexy lingerie on under my uniform, skirt barely covering my ass, little blouse with the top buttons undone and my tie loose around my neck. I put some light makeup on, and sprayed some perfume.

Arriving at school I walked through the crowds of school kids and up the stairs, straight to Mr Ryans classroom, sure enough he was in there. I walked into the doorway and peered in, rolling my eyes as I watched Rachel try to get his attention. Walking in his eyes flickered up to me, noticing this change in his eye-line Rachel turned to face me.

“Bye now” I said shooing her to the door, she walked past and I just about heard her murmur “fucking slag” before leaving. I blew her a kiss and stuck my middle finger up.

His eyes transfixed on me, I carefully dropped my pen and turned and bent over to get it. My skirt was short enough that he could see my tiny silk thong barely covering me.

“Fucking hell” he muttered so quietly it was hard to make out. As I picked it up, I walked up to him and rubbed my hand on his crotch to make him hard, before winking and walking off to my first period lesson.

I was sat in maths trying to drown out the sound of my teacher talking about triangles or something, when I heard a knock on the door. We all looked up, of course it was Mr Ryans.

“Hiya sir, sorry to bother but can I borrow Amy quickly?” He asked my maths teacher. He nodded and I stood up, winking to my friends and walked out the room with Mr Ryans.

I followed him down the hallway to the old storage cupboard that the site team used to use. Opening the door he pushed me in and turned the light on, it barely worked. Locking the door he pushed me up against the wall, staring into my eyes.

“Time for some sweet revenge” he said as he unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my skirt off me, and started to eat me out.