Found Sleeping

BEEEEEEEP!

CLATTER!

"Ok ok everyone settle down. We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow. And don't forget your homework is due Friday. Alright see you all tomorrow" the young teacher said to her last class of the day. Although being such they were more eager to leave then listen to her finishing words. So most of them registered for permission to leave.

Seeing the class quickly clear out the young teacher sighed. As today hadn't been her best day, and all her worries as a relatively new teacher weighed down on her. From the responsibilities, relative inexperience, feeling like she's not taken seriously by both her students and older colleagues, and feeling like to her male students and colleagues she was just a pretty piece of ass, while her female students and colleagues were jealous of her for similar but different reasons. Therefore not very welcomed by either.

Thinking about it made her head hurt, and brought a feeling of drowsiness. Amplified by her lack of sleep grading papers, planning lessons, and going over the material for the next staff meeting the past few nights. Shutting down her computer, she drowsily walked over the futon in the classroom. She sat down and started getting comfortable in her dreary state. Taking off her shoes, then her stockings from under her skirt. Not noticing the tan panties sliding down her legs with them. Then she unbuttoned her blouse a little and did some maneuvering to pull her bra off without removing her blouse. Not bothering to button it back up, she laid down and passed out almost instantly.

The next few minutes passed with the only sound in the room being her soft breathing and the air conditioner. Until the classroom door swung open. In came Miss Jones favorite teacher's pet. Mark the art nerd, who often came at the end of the day with the excuse of studying or practicing. She found the shy boy kind of cute, and his work ethic admirable and honest.

Little did she know the awkward boy was a full blown pervert who just came over to ogle her. Especially when he found out that she wasn't quite aware of how she was when she relaxed. Unbuttoning her top by one or two was a habit that let him see a good amount of cleavage there. Finding whatever excuse he could to have her review something of his while he stood behind her sitting down. Once allowing him to see a bit of nipple poking out of one of her tighter bras.

Then the habit of sitting with her legs spread like a guy as she sat back. Often pointing out from her desk instead of underneath it. Letting him see the menagerie of her underwear choices and leg wear. His favorite was when she choses thigh highs leaving the rest unobstructed. So he could clearly see whether she chose to wear black, white, red, blue, green, pink etc. Plus whether they were plain, racy or lace.

Sometimes she'd give him a good view of her plump butt when bending over. Other times she'd sit on a desk squishing her plump booty. His favorite being when she wore something that rode down enough for him to see the top off her butt crack. His absolute favorite experience (until today) would be the time she wore low rise jeans and a G-string. During the day she chose to rearrange the room a bit and clean up herself. Leading to many moments where she was squatting down and half her plump ass would spill out. And when she got tired she'd sit up on a desk giving a similar effect.

All the while he chose to enjoy the show and say nothing. Even sneaking a few pictures here and there when he was sure she wasn't paying attention to him.

And this pervert was about to be the one to find the precariously dressed sleeping beauty. Which didn't take long after he called her name and looked around for a second. From the door he could see the softly sleeping woman. Quickly checking around he saw no one else and called her name again. With no answer he looked out into the hall and wondered if he should leave. Then looking back his curiosity got the better of him. Closing the door and locking it behind him, including the manual lock, he slowly walked over to his sleeping teacher. Quickly becoming more mesmerized by the second as he realized the state she was in. In a pile on the floor were some tights, a pair of panties and a large bra. On the futon he looked her up from her dainty bare feet with manicured nails and red nail polish, her smooth slightly pudgy brown legs with her skirt riding up her upper thigh. Her blouse pulled up a bit exposing some of her flat stomach and her belly button. And the greatest part, the cold air caused her nipples to get erect and poke against her thin white blouse. With two buttons undone it gave Mark a good picture of her large shapely chest.