Hesitantly

Ian stood at the desk in complete silence, something which Miss Campbell joined him in. While doing his best to avoid peeking at the way in which in which Miss Campbell’s bosom rose and fell in rhythm with her breathing, Ian struggled to get some sort of sway of his bearings while his gaze roamed over the three outfits laid out over the desk.
What was happening to him didn’t stop short of being odd; it kept going well beyond that line and into the realm of the truly surreal.

Still expecting to wake up in his bed at any second and find all this to be dream fuelled by his latest night out on the town and be faced with a more ordinary example of what a day as a supply teacher would bring, Ian finally leaned forwards over the desk and put his hand against the fabric of the first suggested outfit, pressing the top of his fingers into it as if to see if it was actually real.

Acting as though she could hear the garbled thoughts racing round and round inside Ian’s skull, Miss Campbell leaned in behind him and pinched him. Of course, whereas it’s tradition to pinch someone suspecting to be dreaming on the forearm, Miss Campbell saw it more fitting to squeeze a portion of Ian’s right buttock between her fingers.

This action from Miss Campbell’s part combined with her leaning in real close and rubbing her barely clad tits against his back was enough to brink Ian dangerously close to starting to ejaculate right in his pants.
Terrified at the prospect of embarrassing himself to such a horrible extent, Ian feverishly conjured a mental image of what Tony and Cherie Blair’s sex-life was like, and instantly felt himself being reeled back from the brink of climax.

Feeling more ambiguous about the fact that the shiver of disgust at the thought of Tony and Cherie utilizing a swing to get the heat on was interpreted by Miss Campbell as being one of pleasure at her touch, and she therefore went on to move the one of her hands not currently resting on his ass to his left thigh, proceeding to rub it over his pants.

“So,” Miss Campbell’s lush lips were now barely an inch away from Ian’s ear, and she leaned forwards even closer as she spoke, motioning with her lips as if she was just about to start nibbling on it, “have you decided yet?”
Finally giving poor Ian some well-needed relief, Miss Campbell backed away from him, even removing her hands from his ass and thigh.

The relief turned out to be extremely short-term however as Miss Campbell used the small portion of the desk not laden with short stories to lay down on top of, offering Ian an all too excellent view of how her tits and pussy looked like from above, her skirt having flapped upwards so that nothing, not even the transparent fabric of her micro-skirt, absolutely nothing was in the way of her cunt. The fact that her lips were starting to glisten with wetness didn’t exactly make Ian feel less weird, and he found himself unable to stop from gawking first at it, then at the way in which Miss Campbell’s top was stretching to a near-impossible degree.

“Eh…” Ian stopped himself from uttering any more guttural sounds, his hand now running over the minimalist blouse of the second outfit.
“Having a hard time deciding?” Ian nodded in response to Miss Campbell’s question, which she followed up by another one; “Want me to model them for you?”

Ian was just about to inform Miss Campbell that that wouldn’t be necessary, but the voluptuous teacher had already removed the smallish piece keeping her blouse together, and the garment now slid apart to reveal her fabulous breasts in all their naked glory.
“I’ll take the corset!” Ian did his best to sound cool, but even he could hear that he failed that by a wide margin.

“Alright,” Miss Campbell was actually pouting in disappointment, “I’ll inform Mrs. Grayson.”
“Mrs. Grayson?” Ian found himself parroting Miss Campbell yet again.
“Yes,” Miss Campbell replied, rising up but not making any move to redo her opened blouse, giving Ian ample visual evidence that they had no need of any sort of support, “she’s inside the changing room with the students. She’s making sure that they don’t do something stupid.”

Rounding Ian, Miss Campbell sauntered straight across the classroom to the narrow door and pushed it open without knocking.
Ian could hear Miss Campbell conversing with somebody over the chatter of what sounded like a dozen other voices, although they disappeared after a stern “Silent!” was cried out.

Seconds later, another extraordinarily buxom woman appeared in the classroom from the changing room, walking confidently towards Ian.
This woman was a brunette of the kind with dark auburn locks, though they were barely visible as most of her hair was tucked in under her black peaked cap, which went well with the rest of her clothing, which could be described as a mixture of military and fetish wear.
A one-piece suit and skirt, reaching just to the top of her well-sculpted thighs, made out of black PVC, was all that she seemed to be wearing, and it clung to her like a second skin.

As she came closer to him, the first thing that Ian noticed was the fact that her outfit had tiny holes cut into it on her chest, and that her rock-hard nipples were sticking out of them. Her face was a beautiful as Miss Campbell’s, though it did look more stern than hers, while her full lips were currently decorated with a lipstick going in dark purple.

“Miss Campbell wanted me to meet you,” the woman said, scrutinizing Ian from top to toe whilst addressing him, “I’m Mrs Grayson, also a member of the Literature Department.”
“A pleasure…” Ian managed to stammer, before his curiosity kicked in and his voice became more collected, “Does Mister Grayson know what kind of school you’re working at?”
“He should,” Mrs. Grayson replied with a naughty smirk, “he’s a member of the Mathematical Faculty.”
“Oh…” Ian more grunted than said.
“A pleasure to meet you,” Mrs. Grayson replied, “I hope to see much more of you.”
Leaving Ian wondering if she had just flirted with him seconds after talking about her husband’s occupation, Mrs. Grayson was heading back to the changing room, from which Miss Campbell appeared almost instantly after Mrs. Grayson walked in.

“There,” Miss Campbell said soothingly, “the students are getting dressed as we speak. They’ll soon be out and ready to begin.”
“Right.” Ian nodded his head.

“By the way,” Ian asked Miss Campbell, “these were all female uniforms. Aren’t the boys supposed to wear a specialized sort of dress for the occasion?”
“No.” Was Miss Campbell’s curt reply, “Originally the same applied for the girls, but they managed to lobby enough to get to wear their uniforms. The procedure that you took part in was worked out as a result of that.”
“So the boys do the test… in the nude?” Ian stammered.
“Yes,” Miss Campbell now took up a glint in her eye that was positively naughty, “Mister Pickens uses to lead by example in that department. It’s made him somewhat of a favourite amongst the girls.”
“Ah…” Ian hesitated, “Eh…”
“Perhaps you’re willing to follow his example?” Miss Campbell put forth the question that Ian had suspected would come, even if he hadn’t been able to believe that it actually would.