Chasing Mrs Wilkinson pt. 1

“Andrew, I need you to go and fetch me some paper from the cupboard in Mrs Wilkinson’s room.”

Miss Smith, my English teacher, was always sending me to do mundane tasks she could have done herself, but hearing the name of my maths teacher caused me to suddenly pay more attention.

“Sure, Miss” I replied, rising from my seat and approaching the door. Mrs Wilkinson’s room was just down the corridor, and, much to my displeasure, she wasn’t in the room. I knocked on the door, but when I received no reply I tried the handle. The door opened, so I crossed the classroom, weaving between tables on my way to the half-open cupboard door.

Once inside I began searching for the paper I’d been sent for. When I couldn’t find it, I assumed it was behind the door and so I closed it, but when I heard it click I realised my mistake. I’d stupidly locked myself in the cupboard.

With nothing to do but wait for a teacher to turn up, I began to curiously look around the room. On the walls were row upon row of textbooks, stationary and, in the far corner, nowhere near the door, the paper I was looking for. Great. Not only had I stupidly locked myself in the cupboard, I’d done it for no reason.

I began to wonder which teacher would come and find me first; Miss Smith, wondering where I’d gone, or Mrs Wilkinson. Without meaning to, I began to fantasise about my maths teacher.

I’d always hated maths. That was, until I had Mrs Wilkinson as my teacher. The first time she’d walked into the class, every boy couldn’t help but stare, myself included. She had dark brown hair just past her shoulders and wore glasses, but her face was smooth and beautiful. Her lips were always painted with dark red lipstick, and she had a cruel habit of wearing short skirts and high heels that made my dick harden every lesson.

I might have been imagining things, but it seemed that every lesson she would flirt with me. She’d always flash me a smile different to that she gave her other students; it was almost as if she knew I spent each lesson fantasising about her.

On the floor I noticed a black handbag, which I assumed belonged to Mrs Wilkinson. Overcome with curiosity, I lifted the bag onto the counter and began to look through it. Every guy knows the age-old rule of never looking in a woman’s handbag, but what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt me.

Inside I found the things you’d expect; keys, a purse and some makeup but I was surprised to find some contraceptive pills. I guess it had never occurred to me that women kept them in their handbags. Right at the bottom of her bag sat a pair of stockings and, to my surprise, a little red thong.

Suddenly, the pervert in my head took over. Should I keep them? If she helped me out of her cupboard and then discovered they’d gone missing, surely she’d put two and two together? Of course she would, I can’t do that.

At that moment I heard the classroom door open. Immediately, I threw the underwear back into her bag and put it back on the floor, almost exactly how I’d found it.

I could hear tell it was Mrs Wilkinson when I heard her heels in the corridor, but instead of hearing her approach the cupboard, as I’d expected, I heard her lock the door and close the little blind across the window looking out into the corridor. This struck me as odd as I’d never seen her close the blind before.

The floor was carpeted, so as hard as I tried, I couldn’t tell whether she was approaching the cupboard or not. I looked through the keyhole but all I could see was her empty desk. It was a tense few moments; if she found me, what would she say? Would she believe that I’d been stupid enough to lock myself in by accident?

I heard a knock on the door and seconds later, Mrs Wilkinson conversing with Miss Smith.

“Have you seen Andrew? I sent him to your class to get some paper from the cupboard.”

“No, he’s not here. I’ve only just gotten back and the cupboard’s locked.”

I could hear Miss Smith stand there, confused for a few moments. “Hmm, I wonder where he went.” She said, before I heard the door shut and lock once more.

I wondered if she’d come to the cupboard out of curiosity, but she didn’t. Part of me wished I had a way of seeing into the classroom, mostly so that I could tell where she was but also so that I could get a good look at her sexy body.

A few moments later I heard a clack, and then another one. Curious as to what the sound was, I peered through the keyhole and saw her, her long, stocking-covered legs spread with her heels resting upon her desk. In between her legs was the monitor, preventing me from getting a better view but I knew immediately what she was about to do.

About a minute later, I heard a quiet but immediately recognisable sound; my maths teacher was watching porn. A lot of my view was impaired but I could see her arm moving, and it was obvious she was touching herself when she began to moan gently. I could barely take it anymore, my dick rock hard as she continued to get herself off, moaning almost continuously and beginning to get louder.

I guess this explained why she had a change of underwear in her handbag.

It was easy to differentiate her moans and gasps for breath from that of the porn, which sounded to me like at least a threesome. Her moans continued to increase in volume until each moan was almost a scream, with quick, desperate gasps for breath in between.

I could tell she was approaching orgasm when her body began to shake and grind in her chair, until finally she let out a scream that lasted a good few seconds, muffled only by her hand over her mouth.

I couldn’t believe my luck; I’d just watched my maths teacher, the teacher I fantasized over almost every lesson, fuck herself to orgasm. I was the luckiest guy in the world.

Suddenly, crouching in front of the keyhole, I slipped. I managed to catch myself from falling but I’d already made enough noise to make her suspicious. She got up from her chair and slowly walked towards the cupboard. In an attempt to hide what I’d been doing I sat on a large stack of books.

As soon as I sat down, I heard her unlock the door and open it.

“Andrew! What are you doing here?” she asked, her face blushing red.

“I locked myself in looking for Miss Smith’s paper.” I replied, trying desperately to hide the smile forming on my face. She knew I was aware of what she’d been doing and I could tell she was embarrassed.

“Well, you’re going to have to leave,” she said, sounding slightly more confident and comfortable. “You can’t stay here all day.”

I stood up and began to leave, ogling her body from head to toe as I did. Her skirt was short, even shorter than the ones she normally wore and she’d chosen to wear her black platform heels today. The top button of her frilly white blouse was open, making it impossible not to imagine her massive bust stretching her blouse tightly.

“Very good show, Miss.” I turned and smiled as I walked out of the class.