My best one
When my son started in Primary school (he was 4 years old) he had a teacher called Sarah. She was real girl-next-door material, long brown hair, pretty face, lovely set of boobs and relly quite shy for a teacher. Parent evenings were a real pleasure that year!
Anyway, I got to know Sarah fairly well over the next few years as although my son wasn't in her class anymore I became very involved with the Parent Teachers Association helping organise school fundrasers and helping with after school activities.
About a year before my son left the school I was helping organise the annual school sports. The school were a bit short staffed as a number of teachers, including Sarah, were away on a training course though hoping to get back in time to help. The sports day had just started when the headmaster realised he had left a couple of pieces of equipment in the staff room and asked me to pop back for them. I rushed back down to the school and into the staff room and Oh, what a surprise!
Sarah had arrived back from her course and was quickly changing into her sports gear in what she thought was an empty school. When I walked in she was stood in the middle of the room, sports bag by her feet, her clothes including a pretty lacy pink bra hanging over a chair, and a plain white sports bra in hand. Appart from very brief pink thong she was naked. We both stood there frozen in shock for a few seconds, I was just gazing at her fantastic breasts and very prominent nipples. Finally Sarah let out a sort of choking sob, flushed bright red and spun round, treating me to an unobstructed view of her very ample bare backside. I left quickly and Sarah could never look me in the face again without blushing, and I never forgot the look of utter shock on her pretty face.
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