Stretching slightly to reach the chair, my skirt lifted in the back to reveal the thick tops of my black stockings and the straps attached to them. Kn...wing what the class was staring at, I paused as her my hand touched the textbook. I wanted the boys to get a good long look at my thighs. As I pulled it from the chair, it slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor.I leaned further over my desk to get it and in doing so, raised my dress even further. When I felt the material rise above my ass,. And so early on a Saturday morning, a morning I usually had a lie in, Igot up and dressed from the skin out. I took my time and didn't rush. Irelished the chance to become my femme-self. I applied a very subtledaytime look to my make up not wanting to over do it.I felt wonderful. And I took several pictures with my phone. I thoughtabout sending them to Eos. I wrote her a text asking 'What do you think?'and attached the pictures. Before I knew it I had hit the send button. Iwas glad I had kept. The kiss this time was fiercer, more intense, more urgent, and our tongues fought for space in each other's mouth. Her soft breasts pressed against mine; I resisted the urge to caress them, knowing there would be plenty of time for that."Ms. King..." (I wasn't yet married, had not yet changed my name to Andersen.)"Kim." OK. Kim, I never expected to be here in your arms. I've seen you glance at me, and I glanced back; I don't know if you ever noticed. I get wet every time I'm in your class." Oh,. There was no one there so I went into the middle cubicle which had the most stories. It was getting dark and it was a very warm night so I took off all my clothes and started to have a slow wank. I heard someone enter the next cubical but thought nothing of it until I felt a hand on my leg. I had not noticed a hole in the wall. I froze until the hand slowly started to caress my body gently squeezing and feeling me. I started shaking it was so good and when he finally got to my cock it got so.