Teacher in Stockings: Meredith’s Fantasy
Each day, I wear my signature look: a tight skirt that clings to my round ass, a crisp blouse that barely contains my ample breasts, and of course, my signature stockings – sheer, black, and knee-high, hugging my legs seductively. My long, wavy red hair cascades down my back, a tantalizing contrast to my vibrant green eyes that seem to gleam with mischief.
In the classroom, I “accidentally” brush against Timmy, my breasts pressing against his arm as I “assist” him with a worksheet. His stuttered breath and the flush that spreads across his face amuse me. I lean in close, my lips almost brushing his ear, and whisper, “Be more careful, naughty boy, or you’ll end up in detention with me.” The promise hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken desires.
After class, I “confiscate” Timmy’s homework, using the pretext to lead him to my office. Once inside, I lock the door and saunter over to him, my hips swaying seductively. I drape my arm around his shoulders, my fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. “You know, Timmy, I’ve noticed how well you pay attention in class…to me, that is. I think you deserve a special reward.”
With a flick of my wrist, I toss aside my blouse, revealing my lacy black bra that encases my large breasts. Timmy’s eyes widen, and I can feel his excitement emanating from him. “For now, let’s focus on your punishment,” I purr, reaching for a ruler from my desk drawer. The smooth wood feels cool against my palm as I begin to slowly, deliberately move it across Timmy’s exposed skin, tracing along his chest and abdomen. “Remember, naughty students need to be taught a lesson…”