[Peek]

As a freshman, I had an English teacher, 25, with shoulder-length black hair, and huge breasts that appeared to defy gravity. Two words described her daily wardrobe, tight and sexy. She wore scoop-necked sweaters that begged for me to come up to her desk to ask questions and look down on the promised valley between her breasts. She also wore short tight skirts that had me wondering how she got those two puppies under her skirt that seemed to be fighting as she walked. She also started the kink in me for stilettos as that was all she wore. My favorite memories of her were when she would use the toilet at the end of the hall, next to my locker. The wall was very thin wood and half a dozen holes had been drilled into it over the 80 years of the school's existence. I was exposed in the hallway to anyone that looked my way, but I took the risk and would watch as she peeled up her tight skirt over her ass and then bend over and peel down her panties and hose displaying her large white ass and hair-covered lips from behind. (Late 70s) The best thing for me was she always went directly to the toilet during lunch and I had the same lunch hour. I always made a point to be gone when she came out but she did notice me once or twice, but not in the observation mode. The end of my freshman year maintenance actually filled in the holes with wood putty, and were open again within a week. Years later I heard from other alumni of the different teachers through the years who had been on display.