Bad Teacher

My wife and I were tidying some cupboards and we started looking through some old photograph albums. There were some school photos and I commented on how short her skirts were back then. She looked at me for a second as if she was considering something and then she said, "They got shorter than that before I left school."
Naturally, I asked her to tell me more. There was a particular male teacher, Mr Watson, who always joked and flirted with the girls, and they flirted back.
One day Angela, my now wife, was sitting on a desk showing quite a lot of thigh. Mr Watson said, "Angela Hogarth, that skirt is disgraceful; take it up another 3 inches!" That caused an outburst of laughter, but, the following day, Angela HAD taken it up and it barely covered her panties. Sitting on the desk again, she had to keep her legs tightly pressed together to avoid displaying everything. When Mr Watson came in, she wickedly asked if that was better. He had the grace to blush as she slid off the desk, flashing him, and standing in the aisle for his inspection. "Yes. Well. Hrmmph! Take your seats everyone."
At break, Angela's group were discussing the morning and giggling as they asked each other if they had seen the bulge in Mr Watson's trousers. It then became a game for them to flash him at every opportunity, trying to make him have an erection, especially by spreading their legs beneath the desk, knowing he could see from his raised desk at the front of the class.
It was Angela's final year and, at the end of year dance, the girls would dance with the teachers. When Angela was dancing with Mr Watson, he let his hand slide down her back and onto her bum. It only took a flex of his fingers and her skirt had ridden up, exposing her panties. Because the lights were right down, she let him fondle her bum as payment for all of the teasing he had endured. And, as he held her close, she could feel his hard-on! At the end of that dance, he whispered in her ear asking if she wanted to go outside to 'cool off'. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I don't think that would be a good idea, sir. Thank you for everything. Goodbye!" She pulled her skirt down and went back to her friends who had been sitting, watching and giggling.
I asked if she had ever seen him again and she said just the once, at a 10 year reunion, but she had barely spoken to him. We were married by then so I hoped it was true and that he had kept his hands to himself this time!

By Anonymous

Sex CONFESSION

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