In October of my eighth-grade year, I happened to stumble across a daydream about Miss Anderson. “A teacher?” you ask. Well, not just any teacher. The girls athletics coach and physical education teacher. She was a beauty, age 24, the girlfriend of a professional basketball player, and an ex-cheerleader. She stood about 5-10, long dark permed slightly curly hair, very tan, wonderfully firm body. Her breasts were ample and of course firm, and she was, needless to say, the subject of much conversation in the guy’s locker room at school.
My first class was physical education, and it being Halloween, we didn’t do much because everyone was in costume. I, of course, to save the embarrassment, chose to sit out the costume festivities. A wise choice, if you ask me. Anyway, sitting quietly in the background as everyone compared and admired costumes between the guys and the girls, I got to spend more than a few extra moments watching Miss Anderson, who of course, was wearing her college cheerleading uniform.
She looked wonderful. Brand new white tennis shoes, little white bobby socks with yellow trim, white pleated cheer skirt with yellow and white trim on the bottom and a tight white cotton knitted sweater with a green and yellow ‘W’ emblazoned across those amazing breasts. It was the classic cheerleader uniform. Sure, it was much like the same ones that our girls wore to school, but they sure as hell didn’t fill it like Miss Anderson did. She had her hair up in a pony tail and it was tied off with a large yellow bow. She was trying to look younger than she really was, and that did more for me than the young girls at my school trying to look older ever did.
Fortunately for me, I had my eyes locked on her throughout the morning class, from the time she walked out of the office and we all got our first glimpse of her until I disappeared to go to my next class, some forty-eight minutes later. I say fortunately, because, there were three separate occasions when the wind played havoc with that little pleated skirt. Twice while she was facing away from me, and once while she was facing me, just feet away. The first time, she was taking roll for her class and a sudden gust of wind lifted the skirt. She couldn’t get her hands down there fast enough because she was holding her clipboard in one hand and writing with the other. As tight as they could possibly be, a pair of white satin, full-back panties gripped her firm tanned ass, fringed in lace that seemed to flutter in the wind. I smiled as she looked around, hoping that no one had seen. No one had taken particular notice because they were too busy, but that just gave more for my eyes to hoard and covet. Apparently, I thought as I laughed to myself, she must have lost the big cotton briefs that are supposed to go under that skirt.
The second time her skirt flew up, Miss Anderson was just about to sit on the bleachers where all the girls were talking and admiring each other’s costumes. Just as she began to lower herself to sit, the skirt flipped up again. She didn’t even really notice that one, because the only thing that put the skirt back down was when she sat on the bleacher. My mouth was watering just looking at those lovely white panties, but the third time was the charm. It was close to the end of the class period and she was standing, waiting for the bell to ring for dismissal. She was standing with her legs at about shoulder-width, facing right at me, holding her clipboard to her chest and staring off at something. Just as if I had commanded the wind to do so, her skirt blew up completely, the bottom hem almost touching her beautiful full breasts. Before my eyes, just feet away, I saw the angling slope of those white panties go under her firm belly. The front was nothing but sheer white lace and I found out that she was definitely sporting her natural hair color with those long, permed curls.
Needless to say, I kept replaying those images in my mind over and over again all day long. Finally, by my last class, exhausted from the boring day, I began to dose off. Sitting quietly at my desk in the back row of my science class, my reality slipped into a dream, and what a wondrous dream it was....
I was standing right outside the girls’ locker room. It was mid-afternoon and it felt late in the day. There was no breeze and no sound, as if everything was completely still. I glanced around and found to my astonishment, the students all over the school had been frozen, as if a still picture had been taken and was in front of my eyes. A car on the road had been stopped in its tracks, and also, an airplane above. I walked up to friends of mine as they were stopped in the entranceway that led to the locker room, but they could not see or hear me in their frozen state. I stumbled around like this for a few minutes, taking in this odd situation, and then being a horny, thirteen-year-old boy, immediately thought that if no one could see me or hear me, I needed to take this opportunity to explore a place where I was normally forbidden and was the fantasy lair for every schoolboy – the girls locker room.
I slowly crept in, almost skulking, unsure if as soon as I made way inside, everyone would unfreeze and there I’d be standing, caught in my exploration. I made my way through the entrance door, around a corner, and just as easily as I would have walked into any boys locker room in the world, I found myself right in the middle of every thirteen year old boy’s forbidden lair.
I marveled at the girls I saw, half-dressed, in the middle of changing. I looked for familiar faces, but saw none. I found it strange that all the girls I saw half-naked were not ones that I recognized, though each one of them was beautiful and fit with perfect breasts and tight little bodies. There were redheads and blondes and brunettes, all girls roughly my age. I definitely found myself disappointed that I did not know any of them.
But then, as my gaze wandered through the locker room at each of these beauties, my eyes fixed on the glass window of the office. There, Miss Anderson sat. Every thought of skulking flew out the window as I quickly made my way over to the office and stepped inside. She sat motionless in a chair, in that wonderfully sexy cheer uniform, looking down on a grade sheet, her hand stopped in the middle of a letter. I marveled at her beauty as if looking at a picture out of a fitness magazine. I then stood behind her as she sat in the chair, reached my hand forward, placing it on her shoulder, and then leaned down to press my lips to her soft cheek. Instantly, she unfroze, turned her head and pressed her lips to mine. She began to kiss me as her tongue found its way into my mouth. I heard her moans and felt her sighs.
Slowly, she pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. I was lost in her beauty. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Just sit back and enjoy yourself,” I said with a sly smile as I stood upright. I reached my hands to the back of her chair and swung her around to face me. She looked up to me, so beautiful, with a playful smile. I looked deep into her sensuous brown eyes as I slowly knelt down on the floor before her, my hands resting on her soft, smooth knees. My eyes reluctantly left hers, but found something so much more exciting as I gently separated her knees, opening her legs. The small little white pleated skirt opened up with her widening legs and my eyes now saw those little white lace panties right before them. My eyes then returned to hers and she smiled, knowing what I wanted. She reached down with her hands, long red fingernails shining in the light and lifted up the front of her little cheer skirt, pulling it up to her chest. I returned the smile as my eyes lowered back to the wonderful sight of her perfect little dark landing strip of pubic hair under the white lace.
As slowly and as sensuously as I could muster, I leaned forward until my head was between her legs and the tip of my tongue was gently caressing the warm white lace of her panties. I spent a good couple of minutes just gently caressing her with my tongue through the sheer lace which was now wet with both my saliva and her sweet juices. My ears were awash in her sexy sighs and moans. Then, as I could no longer wait to taste that beautiful wetness in my mouth, pulled her panties to the side and began to caress her clit with my tongue. “Oh yeah,” she sighed, “that feels good.”
I looked up from my spot between her legs and Miss Anderson smiled at me through her passion-glazed state. I smiled back and held my glance to hers as long as I could while I returned my tongue to her glistening, sweet-tasting clit. As I continued to lick and suck ever faster and harder, Miss Anderson began to sigh and moan even more. Her soft, sexy noises only made me want to please her more and do all that I could to satisfy her. It wasn’t long before she was arching her back in the chair and her pelvis was shaking as her wonderful juices flowed out into my mouth.
As Miss Anderson gave a sigh and sat up in the chair once more, she looked down to me with a huge smile. “Oh, you do that so well, especially for someone your age.”
I returned her smile. “I had a little practice on my vacation last year.”
“Sounds like you had fun.” she said with raised eyebrows. “Well, now it’s my turn. I’ve been practicing, too,” she smirked.
I watched with gaping jaw as she stood up out of her chair, her hands resting down on my shoulders. I looked up, still marveling at the sight before me. Tight white sweater, her ample breasts pushing out against the cotton material, that tiny little cheer skirt, and of course, the white lace panties that were still moved over to the side, exposing that beautiful pussy.
“Stand up,” she commanded. I was more than happy to oblige.
Miss Anderson turned me around and pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to sit in the chair. I then watched with awe as she lowered down to her knees, crossing her feet over each other at her ankles. She looked up into my eyes and continued to smile as her hands reached to her waist and grabbed the bottom of her sweater. With a quick, motion, she pulled the sweater up over her head and flung it onto the desk behind me. Her firm, tanned breasts looked so inviting under the white sheer lace-cup bra. She then slowly opened her mouth and closed her eyes a bit as she let out a sigh and licked the underside of her top lip.
I felt myself wanting to explode just from the wondrous sight before my eyes, but I knew there was still more to come. Without a word, Miss Anderson went about the task of undoing my shorts and pulling them down so that she could free my rock-solid cock. After a few strokes of her gentle hands, accented with their bright red long fingernails, she took the head of my cock into her mouth. It didn’t take many strokes of her well-trained tongue and bright red lips until she was stroking me with her hands, her mouth open and just inches from the tip as my cum shot all over the place.
When I opened my eyes, I looked down to find her with a brilliant smile on her face as she swallowed, a great deal of my cum still on her lips and face. “Oh,” she sighed. “There was a lot. You must have been saving it up.”
I smiled. “That was all just from watching you walk around in that cheer uniform today.”
Miss Anderson then stood up, turned around, and bent over just enough to expose her wonderfully shaped ass contoured underneath her little pleated cheer skirt right before me. “Well, I hope pussy-licking wasn’t the only thing you practiced on your trip last year. I expect you to finish the job. It’s my turn to cum.”
I’ll admit that I tried to hide my enthusiasm to a point that allowed me to appear at least a little mature, but I’ll also admit that it did not work. I nearly knocked Miss Anderson over as I jumped to my feet and struggled to finish pulling my shorts down my legs as fast as I could. As soon as I kicked away my shorts, I moved in behind her. It was sheer heaven as I flipped up that little white cheer skirt and made sure those little white satin full-back panties were well out of my way. She was so wet that it nearly made me cum again as I slid inside that warm, sexy, wet pussy of hers. I concentrated so hard on pleasing her as I held her hip with my right hand and slid my left hand in front of her to gently massage her firm breast and hard-nipple through her white lace bra. “Oh yes,” she said with a very happy smile. “This is just how I like it. You make me cum and I’ll be sure to keep you busy the rest of the school year.”
Best words of encouragement I’d ever heard! All I could think about was pleasing her, pounding that firm little body of hers harder and harder from behind, wanting so bad to hear her soft sighs progress into screams of passion, when suddenly, with a start I jumped as the bell rang and I awoke to find myself sitting at my desk, head resting on my books and everyone around me rushing to get out of the classroom.
As I gathered my things and my composure, I headed for the door, being sure to cover my rock-hard cock in my shorts as best I could with my books. I realized that even though this was just a fantasy, I would never look at Miss Anderson the same way again. I only hoped that all of my future fantasies would be this good...