My object of desire taught Maths and Science (Physics and Chemistry) and led a bit of P.E. for the girls. She also supervised trips to the swimming pool (we didn't have our own), but unfortunately didn't get into swimming gear and jump in. She did stand dangerously close to the edge, though, to check we were safe, her magnificent hindquarters sticking out, and I fantasised about giving her a good kick up them and propelling her into the water where no doubt she would find she couldn't swim unless she removed that supertight skirt!
Her influence on me? Well, she was a good teacher, but these were not the subjects I liked best (aside from her arse), so I think her influence was almost entirely on my sexual preferences. I wasn't at all the only one to have fantasies about her, and we boys shared ideas about an experiment to see if she was a woman (I thought I knew the answer, but she'd taught us not to take anything for granted without proof) and about her skirt falling down or splitting as she bent. Ah, happy, non-innocent days! |