u/GlumEscape247

Back in high school I used to take computing science, and would sit next to a pretty cute and popular guy. I always loved showing off my body, being naturally slim, so I’d come to class with the shortest skirt I could get away with, my shirt unbuttoned with my tie loose to show off a bit of my lacy bras. I would always have matching panties and sometimes a garter belt to go with. I adored the idea of crossing my legs or shifting my body and a slip of my underwear becoming visible.

Anyway, I can’t remember how it started, just a long period of tension and increasing touches, but before long, I was letting him put his hand under my skirt and into my panties so he could finger me under the desk. This happened almost every class, and I’m pretty sure the teacher used to watch us because there was no way he didn’t ever catch us, but he never said a thing.
I miss it.

Back in high school I used to take computing science, and would sit next to a pretty cute and popular guy. I always loved showing off my body, being naturally slim, so I’d come to class with the shortest skirt I could get away with, my shirt unbuttoned with my tie loose to show off a bit of my lacy bras. I would always have matching panties and sometimes a garter belt to go with. I adored the idea of crossing my legs or shifting my body and a slip of my underwear becoming visible.

Anyway, I can’t remember how it started, just a long period of tension and increasing touches, but before long, I was letting him put his hand under my skirt and into my panties so he could finger me under the desk. This happened almost every class, and I’m pretty sure the teacher used to watch us because there was no way he didn’t ever catch us, but he never said a thing.
I miss it.

Back in high school I used to take computing science, and would sit next to a pretty cute and popular guy. I always loved showing off my body, being naturally slim, so I’d come to class with the shortest skirt I could get away with, my shirt unbuttoned with my tie loose to show off a bit of my lacy bras. I would always have matching panties and sometimes a garter belt to go with. I adored the idea of crossing my legs or shifting my body and a slip of my underwear becoming visible.

Anyway, I can’t remember how it started, just a long period of tension and increasing touches, but before long, I was letting him put his hand under my skirt and into my panties so he could finger me under the desk. This happened almost every class, and I’m pretty sure the teacher used to watch us because there was no way he didn’t ever catch us, but he never said a thing.
I miss it.

Back in high school I used to take computing science, and would sit next to a pretty cute and popular guy. I always loved showing off my body, being naturally slim, so I’d come to class with the shortest skirt I could get away with, my shirt unbuttoned with my tie loose to show off a bit of my lacy bras. I would always have matching panties and sometimes a garter belt to go with. I adored the idea of crossing my legs or shifting my body and a slip of my underwear becoming visible.

Anyway, I can’t remember how it started, just a long period of tension and increasing touches, but before long, I was letting him put his hand under my skirt and into my panties so he could finger me under the desk. This happened almost every class, and I’m pretty sure the teacher used to watch us because there was no way he didn’t ever catch us, but he never said a thing.
I miss it.

Back in high school I used to take computing science, and would sit next to a pretty cute and popular guy. I always loved showing off my body, being naturally slim, so I’d come to class with the shortest skirt I could get away with, my shirt unbuttoned with my tie loose to show off a bit of my lacy bras. I would always have matching panties and sometimes a garter belt to go with. I adored the idea of crossing my legs or shifting my body and a slip of my underwear becoming visible.

Anyway, I can’t remember how it started, just a long period of tension and increasing touches, but before long, I was letting him put his hand under my skirt and into my panties so he could finger me under the desk. This happened almost every class, and I’m pretty sure the teacher used to watch us because there was no way he didn’t ever catch us, but he never said a thing.
I miss it.

Back in high school I used to take computing science, and would sit next to a pretty cute and popular guy. I always loved showing off my body, being naturally slim, so I’d come to class with the shortest skirt I could get away with, my shirt unbuttoned with my tie loose to show off a bit of my lacy bras. I would always have matching panties and sometimes a garter belt to go with. I adored the idea of crossing my legs or shifting my body and a slip of my underwear becoming visible.

Anyway, I can’t remember how it started, just a long period of tension and increasing touches, but before long, I was letting him put his hand under my skirt and into my panties so he could finger me under the desk. This happened almost every class, and I’m pretty sure the teacher used to watch us because there was no way he didn’t ever catch us, but he never said a thing.
I miss it.