Yesterdayhe stood in front of my locker and asked me my cupsize. When I wouldn't tell him, he laughed and heldup his hands and said he was going to fi...d out in personon Nude Day. Now as Quentin approaches his eyes arefixed on my chest. I'm glad I'm not bottomless yet. Billcomes back just in time. I whisper in his ear. "Quick,put your hands on my breasts." Bill'sdelighted, but not grabby. He puts his palms squareon my nipples with his fingers spread lightly. Quentinstops dead. I smile sweetly at. Decidedly good looking and clearly very self confident, the guy after introducing himself as Brian, was now asking what type of panties I favour!“I don’t think I should discuss my underwear in such a public place and with a total stranger,” I smiled.Of course he seized on my words to suggest going back to his hotel room for a more private discussion.Well, cutting to the chase as it were, some 30 minutes later I found myself in Brian’s hotel room watching him slipping out of his jacket. He hung. “Good throw, but he’ll be back for more,” the voice said laughing.Shielding his eyes against the sun, he turned towards the voice. It belonged to a woman, a good-looking woman he noticed. She had long black curly hair, a small nose and full lips. Her eyes were squinting after the dog, so it was hard to see what colour they were.Her t-shirt showed off her breasts, not overly large, but nice. Slim waist and long legs, but that could have been the shoes she was wearing. As she turned towards him,. I was so nervous because I had never been in the school when it was getting dark or when it was empty. I heard the front door bang shut and breathed a sign of relief, thinking that I had the whole place to myself now. I could get my book and just leave and nobody would know I had even been here, especially my handsome math teacher, Mr. Sanderson. He always looked at me so funny like, making me feel all hot and quivery. He had a smile and a wink for me every time we talked and I liked.