Author=Dr Mechanic (dr_mechanic@hotmail.com)
Subject=Infatuation, teacher obsession, voyeurism etc etc

An Education For Life by Dr Mechanic

	I was struggling my way through my second year at College.  The course 
was proving tough and I was barely managing to cope, since my English 
tutor had prolonged absences due to her pregnancy.  In the summer, she 
decided to resign and leave her tutor groups in the lurch.  I was 
seriously considering flunking out. I told my friends how I felt and 
they urged me to stay, but I had my mind set on leaving.  That was until 
our new tutor entered the room one hot morning in June.
	I was dreading meeting whoever was going to be my educational 
coordinator as I hadn't exactly hit it off with the previous one, so as 
I waited in the stuffy room I was a little nervous.  The door opened and 
in walked the hottest blonde I had ever seen - sex on a stick in many 
respects.  She looked about twenty-one and was near to six feet tall, 
but by no means skinny.  Her legs were long and ever-so-slightly tanned 
and her short skirt revealed more than it concealed.  My eyes were drawn 
to her torso:  She possesed a pair of beautiful breasts that threatened 
to force out of her tightly fastened blouse.  As I gazed at her, almost 
open-mouthed, she flicked back her head, smiled at the group and greeted 
us all.  Her eyes were undeniably blue and shone with a radiance that 
made my heart go soft, her wonderfully proportioned face was an angelic 
picture and her golden locks that fell down her shoulders added the 
spice to an already gorgeous cake.
	I looked around at my fellow students.  The males were staring in 
disbelief; their eyes on stalks and the females glared jealously as 
bulges appeared in their boyfriends' laps.
	"Hello.  My name is Janet Simmons.  Please call me Janet - it's much 
more appropriate in our situation.  I'm going to cover your course in 
English until you take your finals next year." she cooed.  "I understand 
you have a piece of coursework outstanding from earlier on in the year.  
I'd like to take it in in order to mark it and get a rough idea of what 
sort of level you're all at.  Okay?"
	There was a general murmur of approval as ring binders snapped open and 
sheets of paper were removed.  I searched through my project file and 
found the essay I was looking for.  The next thing Janet did seemed 
rather unusual.  She read out the roll and stared at our faces for about 
five seconds.  Her explanation was so she could familiarise herself with 
each of her students before she took our course into any detail.  We 
spent the rest of the lesson in a discussion about a particular scene in 
Richard III.  She seemed to be incredibly articulate and genuinely 
enjoyed each of our oratories.  
	As I and my fellow students packed away our files at the end of the 
slot, I noticed a little wiggle of Janet's bottom as she walked out of 
the room, accompanied by the stares of the male members of my tutor 
group.  The image of her daintily trotting out of the room remained in 
my head, and I couldn't get rid of it, no matter how copious the amount 
of alcohol I consumed in the student bar in the evening.
	The next day, we received our essays.  There were no markings on my 
page, save a note at the bottom, written in Janet's pretty scrawl:  
"Arrange another tutor period after class tomorrow".  As I looked up, 
puzzled by the enigmatic message, I noticed my classmates bore the same, 
confused look.  It would appear that all of the male members of my class 
had the same message, whereas the females had received a grade and a 
marked essay.  This worried me somewhat, but nevertheless, I let it wash 
over me and carried on with the lesson as normal.  As the bell rang, 
Janet asked for all the people to whom she had given the note to remain 
behind.  As I predicted, every male member of my group stayed in their 
places.
	"Right, gentlemen.  I have the impression that you were somewhat misled 
by your previous tutor as most of your work doesn't comply with the 
syllabus.  I hope it wouldn't be too much trouble to arrange another 
period with me after class tomorrow?" said Janet in a calm and friendly 
way.
	To a general nod of approval, Janet smiled and told us we were free to 
go.  Her actions had set me puzzled, but I could still not even hope 
that her reason was anything sexual.  As I walked back to my lodgings, I 
contemplated the situation, but could draw no conclusions.
	After class the next day, we remained in the room.  It was unusually 
hot and the open windows failed to give us much relief.  Janet had left 
us to 'freshen up', so there was time for a slight tension to build up.  
When she came back in, there was a gasp from every student.  She had 
changed from her skirt and blouse into a crop-top, a mini-skirt and a 
pink, cotton cardigan.  It was at this point that things started to get 
a little bit unsettled.
	Janet started the lesson by explaining to us about where we had gone 
wrong in our essays.  She surprised us all by knowing all our names by 
heart, but perhaps the most shocking thing about her conduct was the way 
she sat when relaying our mistakes to us.  She was perched on the edge 
of the table at the front of the room, and slowly moved into a sitting 
position.  After a while, she was sitting full on the table and had 
crossed her legs.  Occasionaly, she would cross and uncross them, 
causing us all much pain as we strained to view her panties without 
being noticed.
	About half an hour after she began speaking, she halted, suddenly.
	"Phew!  It's damned hot in here." she exclaimed
	Janet undid the button on her thin cardigan and dropped it on the 
floor.  We were now all able to view her flat stomach.  My cock twitched 
in my pants and rose to become fully erect.  As far as concentration was 
concerned, I had had it.  Anything she said from that point just merged 
into one slur. For ten minutes she carried on as if she had no idea how 
much strain she was putting on to us.  At this point, she paused again.
	"Jesus!  It really is very hot in here." she said to us.  She wasn't 
kidding.
	Her hands moved down her carefully waxed legs to her ankles.  She 
grabbed her sandals and removed them: giving us a full view of her sexy 
feet, decorated beautifully with red nail polish.  How she expected us 
to concentrate, I don't know, but somehow we managed a further twenty 
minutes of torture experienced only by desparate voyeurs.  
	An hour after the lesson began, Janet paused for a third time.
	"So..." she said "That just about covers all of the syllabus.  I hope 
that..."  she paused again, briefly, "It's so hot in here!  Now, where 
was I?"  Janet's fingers moved round her back to the clasp on her 
miniskirt.  I almost blew my load there and then.  "Oh yes.  You may 
need to revise certain sections of your Shakespeare play, but that's 
another story."  Her hands moved away from the clasp.  "See you 
tomorrow!"
	As Janet left the room, we glanced around the room in utter amazement.  
There were seven pairs of eyes wide with amazement and arousal.  That 
night, my dreams were full of Janet slowly undressing in front of my 
class.
	I woke the next morning to find I had covered my bedclothes with a huge 
amount of creamy white jism.  After putting them in the wash, I made my 
way to college.
	I found it hard to concentrate throughout the day, during my minor 
degree periods, since we had another lesson with Janet last thing in the 
afternoon.  My mind was set racing:  if she continued her charade of 
torture, how were we going to complete the course and if she stopped, 
how would I survive?  Fortunately, my mind was put at rest in the late 
afternoon.
	As we trooped into the English lab, Janet was already there.  She was 
wearing something a little more suitable for a lesson - knee-length 
skirt, white blouse and jacket.  For the next hour-and-a-half, I managed 
to forget about our previous encounter with her, but towards the end of 
the lesson, she read out a list of names to stay behind for an extra bit 
of tuition.  As I expected, the list was made up of all the guys in the 
group.
	After the girls had left the room, glancing suspiciously at Janet and 
their boyfriends, the period began.  Unlike the previous day, she didn't 
change her clothes, but instead carried on as normal, going over the 
syllabus and mark schemes.  After about ten minutes, she slipped off her 
jacket and resumed her talk  The words once again merged into a slur as 
I lost concentration.  The next thing I was aware of, Janet had ceased 
her discourse.  She kicked off her heels and stood up in front of us.  
She walked over to the blinds behind her desk and pulled them down.  As 
she walked to the back of the room, she undid a button on her blouse.  
She pulled down the next blind, undid a button and moved on to another 
window, all the time keeping her back to us.  By the time all the 
windows had been shaded, had she just flicked her arms back, the blouse 
would have fallen off her.  However, she didn't want to make it that 
easy for us.
	"Now, class, we're going to tackle more important issues," said Janet 
spinning round on 'important'.
	I looked round the room and espied a dozen open mouths.  Turning my 
head to the object of the gazes, I too became dumbfounded.  Janet was 
wearing a black, satin bra, slightly too small for her, that exaggerated 
the size of her breasts (which were forcing against the material).  As 
my cock pressed against the crotch of my trousers, Janet cast away her 
blouse and moved her hands round to the fastener of her skirt.  With a 
quick movement, the garment fell down around her ankles.  She was 
wearing sheer stockings with a frilly suspender belt and crotchless 
panties.  Her pussy was not visible to us due to the 'auxiliary' 
underwear she sported underneath.  Followed by our stares, she strode 
over to the tape recorder in the corner of the room and pressed the 'on' 
switch.  Some of that seedy music you hear in strip joints started to 
blare out from the box.  She began to dance, slowly and provocatively, 
occasionally kicking her legs up into the air.  The sight of this sex 
goddess performing for us provided me with an even more furious hard-on.  
I longed to unleash my cock and come into her open mouth while she 
fingered her pussy.
	Suddenly, the music stopped and we were all left to gawp at each other 
while she stood there, motionless.  As sharply as the music had stopped, 
Janet's arms flew back and her bra sprung forward, coming into land 
somewhere at the back of the room.  Her beautiful breasts stuck out, 
nipples standing to attention.  As I had already noticed, her breasts 
weren't huge, but as pert and firm as you could ever want.  After the 
trick with her bra, I didn't know what to expect.
	My concerns were blown through wholly as Janet made her next move.  She 
tucked her fingers into the band around her suspender belt and loosened 
the fasteners.  The skimpy garment fell down round her knees, ready to 
be cast off along with her stockings as she pulled them away from her.  
She was left standing there with the gorgeous effect of the crotchless 
panties over her other undergarment and her perfect young breasts 
sticking up in plain air.
	The pressure proved too much for some guys: with a few quick strokes of 
their crotches, they had creamed their pants and were lying back in 
ecstasy.  Just as I was about to do the same, the ultimate happened.  
Janet removed both pairs of panties in a slow and teasing fashion, 
letting us all glimpse her superb pussy.  As the garments assumed a 
position at her feet, I felt it safe to take a full view of the 
wonderful sight.  She had shaved her pubic hair right off, so I was 
confronted with a bare and wonderfully cute cunt: tight, puffy and 
glistening with her natural lubricative juices.  She parted her legs to 
let us all have a proper look.  Time seemed to stop.
	Just when I thought I really would have to whip out my cock and come 
all over her, the bell rang.  It was six o'clock.  Janet hurriedly ran 

to the back of the room, stepped into her heels and a long, flowing 
summer dress she grabbed from her bag and ran out of the room.  Several 
guys tried to catch her up, but she had evidently taken an alternative 
route from the college.
	As her followers returned, the atmosphere became very tense.  I could 
sense many guys longing to come, but concentrating hard on what had 
happened and trying desparately to lose their erections.  I thought 
about the situation very carefully.  It all seemed to have gone too 
quickly - from the moment she undid the first button on her blouse to 
when she sped out of the room.  I struggled to make sense of it all.  
Had I dreamed it?  No, her panties still lay in a small heap on the 
floor.
	After all my classmates had left the room, I remained, recalling 
everything I could remember.  Eventually, I got up from my seat and 
picked up all the vestiments Janet had left scattered around the room.  
I was about to leave when I heard a 'psst' from the other side of the 
room.  As I spun round, I saw Janet standing in the fire escape with a 
devilish look on her face.

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