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This happened a few years back while we were living/working in the 
Carribbean. I have many more stories, both from real life, and the 
"maybe some day" or fantasy type. Let me know if you're interested.
Thanks;
SS 

Showing Teacher's Titties

	Some years ago we had an opportunity to live and work in a Caribbean 
country for one year. During this time we both worked in a high school, 
but Sam's English class was by far the most popular class in the school. 
Many of the students were eager to learn the language well, so she 
offered an after hours tutoring class in our home to some of the more 
advanced students. It just so happened that this group was made up 
entirely of boys, by boys I mean from 15-20 years old.
	Although she had to wear formal clothes for teaching her classes as 
soon as she got home she got more casual and often changed into a tank 
top and shorts. I happened  to come home early one day, during the 
middle of one of these home study sessions, and sat in the living room 
with the students. Sam was busy helping each of the students with their 
questions and would often come over to one of them to see which words  
they were giving them trouble. When she leaned over to check one of the 
students papers I was treated to a complete view of her bra clad 
titties. 	She isn't very busty, a 32 A/B so when she bends over her 
shirt falls far enough away that anyone could see both breasts clearly, 
in fact you could look all the way down to her navel! I was surprised 
that she was showing so much, and wondered if this was what made her 
class so popular! I enjoyed watching for the next half hour or so as she 
bent over to help the students, or refill their water glasses, and her 
shirt would fall open to expose her little tits. Without exception they 
all tried to look down her shirt without her catching them. I enjoyed 
the show she was putting on, and especially the reaction she was 
causing. 
	After the students left I told her that she was being quite an 
exhibitionist for her students. She asked what I meant by that, and I 
took her into the bedroom and had her bend over in front of the mirror. 
She gasped at the sight of her chest being so clearly exposed and stood 
up quickly. She was blushing and didn't seem to know what to say. I 
think she knew all along that she was showing off, but hadn't realized 
how much. This was also one of the loosest tops that she wore. Since she 
seemed speechless I suggested that it was too bad she was wearing a 
padded bra, like she always wears, that didn't reveal very much. It 
would have been a much better show if she'd have been wearing one of her 
sheer "dress up" bras, or to even go braless would be better.
	Nothing much seemed to change the next weeks, and even though she knew 
she was exposing herself when she bent over she continued on doing the 
same things, and wearing the same clothes. 

	It just so  happened that about a month later, on the morning of her 
special afternoon class day, while she was getting dressed her bra clasp 
broke and she only had one of the sheer ones to put on. (Naturally, I 
had helped to make sure it was broken). Since she was in a hurry she 
quickly got dressed, in a very modest blouse, and took off for school. I 
didn't say anything to her, but was convinced that she would somehow 
change her bra, or not wear a loose tank top, before her afternoon 
session. That day ended up being a busy one for me, and although I 
wanted to see what she was going to do, I couldn't get off in time to 
sit in on her class. 
	When I did finally get home everyone was gone, but I was surprised to 
see that she was dressed in a loose tank top, and was still wearing her 
sexy sheer bra. I asked about the class, but didn't bring up her attire. 
During the weeks that followed a pattern was established where every day 
that she had a class at the house she would always put on one of her 
sheer lacy bras. This would often be the only day of the week that she 
wore them. It seemed to be having a positive affect on her as each night 
after her class she was always eager for sex. She was starting to get 
comfortable with this, so I began to compliment her each morning on her 
choice of underwear, and each evening reminded her how hot she looked.
	Finally I managed to get home early one day and have a chance to sit in 
and visit with her students. That morning she had picked out a white 
lace bra that was quite sheer. It seemed that the students had more 
trouble than usual, as all of them needed her help with the words. I 
could see that as she bent over her breasts were completely exposed to 
each of the students; and although they were covered, her nipples 
clearly showed through the sheer white fabric. This bra was the sheerest 
one she owned, and she had also changed into the loosest tank top she 
had, so she was completely opening up her little lace covered titties 
for viewing. She knew what was going on, and when one of the boys lost 
his train of thought after asking her a question she actually started to 
laugh. 
	Later that night I asked her about it, and she seemed to think it was 
pretty funny. I guess she doesn't understand the affect a teacher can 
have on a teenage male student. I had enjoyed the show, but wanted more, 
so I asked if she'd try it braless sometime. She didn't want to try it, 
she said that even though the bra was sheer she still felt dressed with 
it on. I encouraged her to try it sometime soon as our time in the 
country was almost at an end. After a lot of pestering she did finally 
say she'd think about it, but wouldn't promise anything.

	It seemed that luck was on my side because that weekend one of the boys 
stopped in for a short visit. Sam was dressed for a  casual weekend and 
wasn't wearing a bra yet since we'd just finished breakfast and she 
hadn't dressed for the day. She says that it was "without thinking" but 
soon after he sat down in the living room she leaned over to look at 
something and gave him a complete view of her bare breasts. She did this 
again two or three more times before she realized that his focus was not 
on the book, but on her breasts. She started to blush and seemed a 
little flustered by it all. I had been watching all of this and started 
to chuckle at her sudden discomfort. She excused herself, and went into 
the bedroom to find her bra. I followed her in and quickly talked her 
into staying dressed like she was, since she'd already shown him 
everything by now what did it matter, and he was enjoying the show more 
than I was.
	I don't know if it was my persuasion, or because this was one of her 
favorite students, but she went back into the living room without her 
bra. She spent the next hour or so helping him with his school work, and 
every 5-10 minutes she would get up and bend over his text book to help 
him. I sat across the room pretending to read a book, to cover my hard 
on, as I was enjoying the show she was putting on for both of us. 
Finally she told him that it was time to go. He had barely gotten out 
the door before she pulled off her shirt and shorts and jumped on top of 
me on the couch. 
	After we had sex we talked about what had just gone on, and how we both 
had enjoyed what happened. I encouraged her to try it during her class, 
since she seemed to get turned on by it, but she said she didn't dare 
show off to the whole group. Since we were leaving in another month I 
had to work fast to figure out a way for all of the students to get the 
same opportunity that the one had. This happened during the last class 
she had at the house. 
	I made sure I was home that day, and since we were leaving in just a 
couple of days the class had been turned into a little party instead of 
a normal tutoring class. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't convince 
Sam to go without a bra that day. We had talked about it, but she was 
just too nervous about it. However, she was wearing her sheer white bra, 
and the loosest top she had. I made her bend over a few times to check 
out how much showed, and was pleased that I could clearly see everything 
down to her waist. I even had her bend over in front of the mirror so 
she would know how much the students would see. This caused her to 
blush, and actually quiver a little bit, but she just straightened back 
up and didn't change her clothes.

	Soon the students showed up, and she was busy talking and laughing with 
them all. Since they were seated and she was standing she easily managed 
to bend down to talk with most of them, even though they didn't have any 
school books with them. Not too long after they had arrived all of them 
had gotten several looks down her shirt. It was also quite an emotional 
time as all the students had brought some type of little gift or going 
away card for her.
 	When Sam came into the kitchen to talk with me about getting the food 
and drinks served she was quite choked up over the gifts and good wishes 
they gave her. We hugged a little and I suggested that she should really 
consider giving them a gift they'd always remember. While saying this, 
and encouraging her to be bold, I unhooked her bra and slide the straps 
off her shoulders. She didn't say anything but simply pulled her arms 
through the straps. I slipped her bra off and stuck it in a kitchen 
drawer so it was out of sight. 
	I went into the living room with some plates of food while she stayed 
in the kitchen to get up her courage. I was beginning to wonder if she 
had put her bra back on, or if she was even going to come out. So I 
called in to her to bring out the rest of the treats. Although the 
students didn't know it at the time, both Sam and I knew I was talking 
about her bare breasts. She quickly came out of the kitchen with the 
rest of the food and since I could see her hard nipples poking the front 
of her shirt I knew she was braless. By now I was sitting with the 
students watching to see what Sam would do. She came into the living 
room with her plates of food and bent over to offer some to each of the 
students. She went around the room rather quickly, and when she got to 
me she served the plate the same way so I could see how she looked. She 
stayed just a little longer bent over in front of me as I looked down 
her shirt, and then winked at her and told her she was putting on a 
great party. 
	I could clearly see all the way to her waist, and both of her titties 
hung down completely free from any obstruction. The students all had a 
view of her tan neckline, the almost bright white of her breasts and the 
dark reddish brown of her already hard nipples. She quickly went back 
into the kitchen, and when she didn't come out right away I thought I'd 
better check on her to make sure she wasn't getting dressed again. When 
I got in she was still dressed the same, and was holding another plate 
full of food to be served. She was taking some deep breaths, she said it 
was to get up the nerve to go back in the living room; but she finally 
did go back in with more plates of food.
	What a treat it was for me, for almost the next two hours, to watch as 
my wife moved from student to student offering food and refreshments to 
everyone so they could continue to look at her bare breasts. As time 
went on she seemed to get more comfortable with it and would spend 
increasingly longer moments with each one. Everyone was getting pretty 
intense by then as it had become quite obvious that all the students 
were turned on and most of them had given up trying to hide their 
erections. I'm not sure who was more turned on, them or me.
	But, like all good things it had to come to an end and since it was 
becoming dark the students began to leave. Eventually only her three 
favorite students remained and we all sat around the living room for one 
last time to chat. Sam came and sat by me on the couch and all their 
eyes
seemed to be glued to her chest. I finally decided that we'd played 
games long enough and asked them if they enjoyed looking at my wife's 
bare breasts. When I did this Sam blushed and turned her head, and the 
guys all looked embarrassed as they tried to look anywhere but at her 
titties. 
	So I asked them again, and they finally answered that yes they had 
enjoyed looking at her. I asked them a few more questions and soon found 
out that they'd never seen a white woman's breasts before. They seemed 
to be amazed at the whiteness of the skin of her breasts. Soon they were 
talking about how beautiful she was, how wonderful she looked, and any 
other compliments they could think of to give her. By now Sam had 
started to recover her composure so I suggested that she clear away 
their dishes. While doing this she gave each one of them one long look 
down the front of her shirt and told each of them how much she had 
enjoyed getting to know them and having them as students. 
	I figured I'd better end this now so as I ushered them to the door I 
told the boys to make sure to remember this day, and remember their 
teacher, and they all assured me it would never be forgotten. I'm sure 
they still dream about her to this day. 
	Once they were gone Sam came back out and asked me why I had asked them 
about her like that. For lack of a better reason I offered that it 
seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I asked her if she was 
mad, she wasn't, but had wondered if we had gone too far that day. I 
suggested that she had made lifelong memories for all of them, but she 
wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
	We've never been back to that country, so we don't really know how 
things turned out. I often wonder how far things would have gone if we 
would have stayed for another year. I'm sure that Sam made it very 
difficult for whoever the next English teacher was.

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