Keep stroking her bdy and breasts for a little while longer.....

As much as you would love to peruse other parts of your teacher you decide to be cautious and take things a little more slowly. You press your thumbs against the small points of her nipples. Her blouse is thin and you can see the solid form of her plain bra through it. Her breasts have ceased in their scared rise and fall. You glance up at her face as you palm the mounds under her clothing.

Mrs. Moffat is frozen, in shock you suppose, maybe fright. Her wide eyes flick rapidly from your eyes to where your hands rest over her breasts, and back again. Your spread your fingers over the cupped curves, loving the soft give of her flesh. Your press your hands more firmly against each covered globe and her mouth opens slightly. She looks like she is about to speak.

Before she has the chance you run each thumb back over her hard nubs. The usually cold young woman gasps and as she inhales her breasts swell , pressing against your hands, filling them.

You slip your hands down the full blouse and cup your hands under the swell of her. As you cup her breasts and lift them slightly you see her eyes close in a prolonged blink. Your teacher exhales in a slow, soft whimper and her breasts push down even more firmly against your cupped hands.

The sudden and startling realisation hits you. She is enjoying this now.

You boldly move a hand up and begin to undo her top button. The movement draws her eyes and she blinks rapidly. Her big eyes meet yours for a moment and then she looks away.

Before you can undo a second button she has risen.

"I.........I'm sorry," Mrs.Moffat murmurs uncertainly, still blinking rapidly. She spins and flees, disappearing out the classroom door.

Damn! So close! although you cannot be completely certain you are fairly sure that she had begun to enjoy your hands on her breasts. For some reason she apologised to you.

Whatever she felt you definately feel like you have the upper hand in this situation, so far anyway.