Mirror Mirror On The Wall

by Joaane

I'm a teacher in a secondary school. I have always taught mathematics to years nine and ten mixed sex classes. I am thirty years old and married to a lovely man who loves me. I am confident and self assured or at least I was until recently.

We all knew that Mrs Smith, one of the older staff, was seriously ill and would not be back this term. It was the talk of the staff room. There was a lot of speculation about who would have to take over year six. It would have to be in addition to normal duties. Nobody wanted the task.

My heart sank when the headmistress knocked softly on the classroom door before entering one of my classes. "Can we have a chat later," she said. It was a rhetorical question. She nodded to the class to excuse herself and left. I didn't need telling that I was the unlucky one stuck with year six on top of everything else.

There is nothing wrong with year six as such. It was just that I had enough to do as it was without that extra class. They are, In fact, very well behaved. All of them eleven years old and newcomers to the school they were very intimidated by the whole experience. It would not be long though before they find their feet and become as obnoxious as the rest of them.

Mrs Smith kept all her exercise books and equipment in the long cupboard along one side of the classroom. It ran along the wall under the window. It served as a store and prevented the pupils from leaning out of the window. Mrs Smith was always very safety conscious.

I asked the girl sat nearest to the cupboard to get the books out. That was when it happened. The cupboard is glass fronted with plain glass. As the girl crouched down to open the sliding glass I saw the unmistakable flash of white panties reflected in the glass. The effect on me was sudden and unexpected. I hot tingle ran through my crouch and tingled down my legs to my knees. The girl struggled under the weight of the books and as she swiveled to place them on the nearest desk her legs spread treating me to a full and exiting view of her panties. They were white, very brief and lacey.

She blushed beautifully and quickly stood up. I tried to ignore the effect it had on me. The school uniform was for navy blue serge kickers that hid everything and in the shadows of the pleated uniform skirt were all but hidden from view. All that could be seen was darkness. These white panties shone out like a beacon. I should have called her over and had a word and instructed her to wear the regulation school uniform. I don't know what stopped me but I didn't do it.

The girl herself was nothing that would turn a boy's head. The newly breasted girls got all the boys attention. She was quite plain really. She had dark hair in plaits. She wore dark rimmed glasses that gave her a studious look. Some of the girls in the class, all of them still eleven, had the beginnings of a figure, tiny breast, but this girl, if she had any boobs at all, they were completely hidden by the thick white blouse of her uniform. She had a lovely smile, but that is the only positive thing you could say about her.

I knew her secret, and that gave me a daily thrill. Her panties were light, frilly and sometimes transparent. Every day I asked her to get the day's equipment out of the cupboard and every day she treated me to the latest wonderful display. That first time when she had blushed she had known that I had seen. Now, I couldn't tell if she knew that I was staring at her crotch every morning and that I was hoping for a fleeting glimpse of her panties, but I knew that she didn't blush anymore.

No one else in the class could see what I could see therefore nobody knew the daily thrills I was enjoying. During quiet moments, when the class had their heads down working, I would be tensing and relaxing my inner thighs, clamping and unclamping my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me and wetting my panties. I went home each day desperate for sex and jumped my hubby's bones.

Every morning, in the shower, I masturbate furiously, but not thinking of my hubby but anticipating the sight of the scantily clad honey pot. I am becoming obsessed with a little girl that is nothing special, except that I want her with every inch of my body. My breast hardened, my nipples stand erect and my pussy weeps at the very thought of her. I haven't even seen her pussy, not even a direct view of her panties, but just the briefest glimpse via the glass doors of the cupboard, just a mirror on the wall showing me the loveliest sight of all.

I even bought a pair of school knickers which I now wear at school to experience the feel, the old familiar warm, thick cotton and the tight elastic, gripping me and holding me snug. It was even more exciting seeing the increasingly flimsy panties of my obsession becoming more and more revealing and the sheer joy of my pussy weeping into the heavy gusset, a reminder of my own school days when I first discovered my clit in the school toilets.

I wonder if she knows what she is doing to me. She takes the equipment out of the cupboard and swivels around repeatedly as she loads manageable loads onto the nearest desk. Each time her legs spread wide, keeping her balance. I can then see the edges of her smooth pussy. It may be my imagination but I swear I once saw some dampness at the centre, was her young pussy weeping or had she peed a bit. I came into my thick cotton knickers as I ached for a taste of it. Each morning, as she passes the equipment out to the rest of the class, I press my throbbing pussy with my inner thighs.

I wanted more. I needed more. I told the girl to wait after class to put the equipment of the day back into the cupboard. I made her the equipment monitor. She waited as the other girls and boys filed out of the class. She sat sideways at her desk showing me a constant reflected view. My heart pumped. I had to control my breathing so as not to reveal my arousal. My fevered mind decided that what I saw was the briefest of thongs. My heavy gusset felt as if I had wet myself. I knew that my knickers would smell and taste wonderful as I ravish my clit in the privacy of my bedroom.

She collected the books and stacked them into her desk. She then crouched down and small load by small load she swiveled and showed me almost half of her smooth young pussy. She occasionally looked at me and treated me to a smile. I couldn't tell if she knew what she was doing to me, but the smile was sent to me via the glass reflection. All I knew was that the loads got smaller and the loading got slower and the flashes got longer. She suddenly wobbled and fell over backwards, I gasped out loud. Did she just over balance or was it deliberate, I couldn't tell, but anyone looking at me must have seen me close my eyes as my pussy throbbed and as I orgasmed into the heavy serge material. The sight of her lying on her back with her legs spread, no longer a reflection, showing me a full view of the thong as it clung to her pussy and the string as it crossed her anus and disappeared to join up with the waist string.

She just giggled. "Are you all right?" I asked. It came out in a hoarse whisper.

"Yes miss," she said as she got up and dusted herself down. Quite undisturbed she smiled sweetly and just said, "Good bye Miss," as she left the room.

I sat down at my desk, sitting in the now cold wetness of my knickers. I leaned onto my desk with one arm and frigged my clit breathlessly to a massive orgasm. No need to hide my breathing, no need to hide my quivering thighs, alone I was able to come fully and squirt my juices into the heavy material.

She walked into my empty class room and smiled at me. "I have seen you looking," she said, "Would you like to have a feel?"

My mouth watered and my pussy wept. I lifted her onto my desk and as she leaned back onto her elbows, smiling at me. I slid my hands up each side of her skirt and pulled the white thong down. Her pussy glistened ready to be fucked but smooth and innocent. I kissed it and pressed my tongue onto her clit and as she gasped and arched her back I pressed my tongue into her little cunnie hole. Gradually, strangely, she began to fade in and out, what was happening. I wanted her to stay, but I heard my husband's voice. "Fucking hell," he was saying, "You are more randy than ever before. Without foreplay or ceremony he mounted me and fucked me more violently than ever. I came seconds before he did. He gasped his love out to me as he pumped his load into me. He rolled off and was almost immediately asleep again. I was left to get up and clean myself. I stared at my face in the bathroom mirror, "You are losing it, that girl is taking over." I said to myself.