Mrs Burnett

I always remember college as if it was yesterday and the teachers were the worst but I have fond memories of this one teacher. She was beautiful and she had a surprise for me. It was Monday morning and I had just arrived at school. I always loved history class because the teacher, her name was Mrs. Burnnett, was so hot. She had blonde hair and always wore a little brown skirt, really tight and she always wore a tan pair of stockings. She was beautiful that morning that I will remember for the rest of my life.

I was sitting at my desk and Mrs. Burnnett was sitting staring at me licking her lips. I was getting excited I don’t know why though but she kept showing me up her skirt. She would always read her book, sheet, whatever it was she was reading on her desk switching her legs to fit position and by doing this she kept showing me her stockings and panties. That was the best part but that day was different because she didn’t and I new there was something wrong. When I was leaning to get a pencil I dropped it and when I bent over to get it, Mrs. Burnnett came over to me right away and said in my ear, “your ass is tight.” I looked back at her and noticed she liked me very much. Other students noticed this as well, flicking her skirt and touching her legs trying to get my attention.

When class was done she touched me on the shoulder and said to me, “Can you do something for me?”

“What’s wrong?”

“My husband isn’t giving me what I want, can you do me a very big favor? Do it for him?”

My mind started racing and I asked her where and when. She told me to go to her place and to look for a red car if it was there I wasn’t to go around because that would mean her husband would be in.

I went around that night and her husband wasn’t there. The car was gone. I stepped up to her door and before I could do anything she opened the door. She was dressed in silk stockings and a nice tight top. She looked amazing. She was all dolled up, easily could have been model material. I went inside and she sat at the couch opposite from me. “You like the place?” she asked.