I’m a high school teacher [F] (30) and recently got so aroused at work that I had to take myself into the supply closet…

Hello again :)

I made passing mention in my previous story that I teach high school, and had a handful of people ask if I had any stories from work… I have a few fun ones, but this one is my favorite :) A little more tame, but still worth sharing – I hope you agree.

I like being the cute teacher. Even though I don’t entertain their advances, I love the attention I get from my students (both male and female), other teachers, even the admin. I never wear anything too tight or short, but I love wearing thin, body-hugging satin slip dresses to work because my phenomenal ass looks even more phenomenal in them.

On the day in question, I was wearing one of these dresses. I layered with it a little black, cropped sweater to cover my shoulders, then added my favorite spiked chain choker and my go-to platform combat boots. My brown, naturally wavy hair was loose and down. I often don’t wear much make up and prefer to showcase my natural beauty, but I thought I’d add some winged eyeliner on this day – just for fun :)

I’d been chatting with a new friend for a few days and our conversation had turned decidedly sexual. He was in a different time zone, so we’d send each other these long messages once or twice a day when we each could find a moment. That’s how I found myself, in the middle of a class period, reading deliciously sexy words about what this friend wanted to do to me.

I had just been walking around the room, checking on my students, when I opened my phone. At a single glance, I knew I needed to take a seat. I walked back to my desk and nonchalantly opened up my phone again.

Reading his messages got me so fucking wet, I was worried that there would be a spot on my dress when I got back up. I sat there for the rest of the period, watching my students now from my desk, and sneaking glances at what he’d written me… all the ways he wanted to touch, kiss, and please me… how fun it would be to roll together… how good a massage from him would feel…

All the while, I could feel my thighs tightening in my chair. I was surely flushed from arousal and squirming in my seat. Feeling the pressure and movement against my pussy was incredible, and I started getting even more turned on as it was dawning on me that I was feeling this sexually charged in the middle of a classroom of students.

I tried to stay discreet, but my students love me and love coming to chat with me throughout the period. One boy, who had been looking over at me periodically as I’d been sitting at my desk squirming, walked over near the end of the period. He brought his rough sketch for the project he’d been working on, presumably to ask for feedback. But when he sat down next to me, he just looked at me with curiosity, like he was waiting for me to speak first.

“Yes?” I questioned him.

He smiled at me nervously.

“I just wanted to see…,” he trailed off.

“See?” I repeated, curiously.

“See what you were thinking,” he finished. Then he slid his work over and looked at me again.

I took it all at face value, but I couldn’t help wondering if he knew just how aroused I was in that moment. My legs still crossed, I shifted in my seat and pulled up the skirt of my dress just a few inches, then rubbed my thighs absentmindedly. As I did this, I gave him feedback on his work so far and praised him for coming to me for feedback (most kids don’t like asking for and receiving feedback on their artwork).

He stared down at my thighs as I spoke, making me feel even sexier. I love being looked at, even though I’d never let him touch me.

Finally, the bell rang and the kids filtered out of the room. I was alone now for the next period and had ample time to open back up those yummy messages from before.

I pulled them up and shifted in my seat again. This time, I could feel my wetness on my thighs. I hopped up quickly, in a bit of a panic, thinking I’d certainly have a spot on the back of my dress. Thankfully, it was only a small one. I wiped it clean with some water and prayed for it to dry without a stain.

Even with the flash of mild panic, I was still unbelievably horny and looking for some release. My classroom has large windows along a wall that face out into the courtyard, so I knew I couldn’t simply touch myself there at my desk. However, I have an entire supply closet with a few comfy chairs where my classroom art supplies are stored… it felt like the perfect place to hide away…

I took myself into the closet and settled into one of the chairs, lifting my dress up around my waist to keep it from getting any messier. Sitting down, I was facing the area of the closet where there is a sink and mirror. I looked at myself for a minute, taking stock of what it was that my students were seeing just minutes prior. The desire was written all over my face… my cheeks were blushed… my big, brown eyes pleading. I felt so fucking naughty to think they’d seen me like this.

As I reopened the messages from my friend, I softly lifted the cropped sweater that was covering my breasts so that I could rub my fingertips over them lightly. They were already hard, and I couldn’t help but pinch and flick them… it felt soooo good to finally touch myself after all that waiting. Slowly, I worked my hand down over my tummy, further and further until I made contact with my pussy. I knew I had to be quiet, as there were other classes in session all around me, but I couldn’t help releasing a few soft moans.

As I rubbed my silky wet clit, I alternated between reading the messages from my friend and watching myself in the mirror. I’d been so aroused for so long at that point, I could tell it wouldn’t take much to bring me to the edge. A couple moans escaped my lips before I could stop myself.

Just as I came, I thought I heard a small knock at the door – the door to my classroom, not the door to the closet. I couldn’t stop myself once I’d already started cumming, it was so powerful. All I could do was bite into my cropped sweater that was pulled up around my neck to keep from moaning loudly… and wait for the waves of pleasure to finish rolling through my body.

When my orgasm was finished and my body had calmed down, I silently rearranged my clothes, cleaned myself up, patted down my hair. I slipped out of the closet and looked toward the door to my classroom. I listened for someone, looked for shadowed footsteps at the crack between the tiled floor and the door. But no one was there.

Satisfied, I returned to my desk and opened up my computer to get back to work. My work email was up already and I instinctively refreshed the page.

An email from moments before immediately popped up at the top of my unread messages.

It was from another teacher, a new male teacher whose room was right across the hall. He’d been coming to me for help, since the admin team had essentially thrown him to the wolves (that’s public education for you). His message was short:

“I came by your room to ask you about a grading question. I’m not sure if you were in there, I thought I may have heard something. Let me know if I can stop by this period for your assistance :)”

Suddenly, I was beet red yet again, wondering exactly what noises he’d been hearing through the door. I’d tried to be quiet, but I am admittedly very loud when it comes to expressing pleasure in my body. Oops. I emailed him back, simply saying I’d been in the room taking care of a personal matter, and that I was free for him to stop by anytime during the period.

He did come by soon after, neither of us making mention of the noises that had been coming from my classroom earlier. When he asked if there was anything he could do for me, as a thank you for helping him out, I gave him my most innocent smile and simply said, “I’m good right now, but thank you for offering. I’ll let you know if that changes.”

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