Thanks for sharing

 

My teacher was always really flirty with me, and would ask me to do things that he thought I wouldn’t notice as “I like your tits so do this” such as making me shake spray paint for longer than usual, melting the nails into place while he held them from the other side (boobs RIGHT in his face) I would make a point to wear extra cleavage on the days I had had his class. Every time I work on an engine now I get horny, thinking of him.

He’s unmarried, so I had zero guilt. I’d wear short plaid skirts, and bend over his desk to grab something. One of the days he made me hold some huge piece of metal, which consisted of me wrapping my arms around it, while he was getting dents out. My hands happened to be wedged up against his crotch, and I looked up at him and gave him my best sex face, and teased him until he completely fucked up the metal because he wasn’t paying attention. Doing naughty things in public gets me off, and this was in the middle of class. Seeing him from time to time sends shivers down my spine, and I have an ultimate teacher fetish because of him.

High school was the best four years of my life because of him.