More than heat

As Gloria’s pants land in the gradually increasing pile, your eyes follow, landing briefly on your principal’s cunt. You take a couple seconds of analyzing what exactly you were staring at, her smooth white legs, her delicate waist, before your eyes widen. You look to see whether she saw, your eyes bouncing upward to find hers, covered mostly by her eyelids. You could tell she was still awake and conscious, even if too little to think to cover herself.

Quite contrarily, her left hand was reached up to her chest, a finger pulling down, with only the **** of gravity, on the center of her bra. However, that alone was nearly enough to expose the rest of her. What started as a compacted pair of breasts had slowly become expanded to where the word cleavage didn’t quite do the view justice.

Feeling the awakening in your cock, you darted your gaze to your teacher. Her eyes had just shut. There was no telling whether she saw you ogling your principal. Though, she said before that she knew what was in teen nature. You still didn’t want that kind of view on yourself. You focused your eyes toward the wall and ceiling. However, as if the universe were slapping you in the face directly, your attention was immediately brought back to your white-haired teacher.

“I think, hrm, we should lose another layer.” Gloria groaned lightly between words. She began to peel her right bra strap, simultaneously about to suggest similar ideas to Sasha.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t want to be caught… it’d be a little incriminating if we were to be found like that.” You interject.

“No need. This is an emergency. They’ll understand.” Gloria said coolly without regard for the fact that you’re only a few months from being out of school as an adult. You reminded yourself that you were only a student teen in her eyes. You stopped watching as Gloria let go of her bra strap and settled down. You heard an exhausted exhale from Sasha too.

Even if she wasn’t anymore, the atmosphere reminded you that you had to be glad that for once you weren’t being treated like a pervert by the one stripping. Then again, you weren’t fully clothed either. You heard a snap and presumably the bra being tossed to the pile with a soft fwup. You exhaled, the thought persisting that your teacher not only didn’t care for your opinion, but that she almost wanted to be naked. Before you had the gall to look back at your teacher, you surprisingly heard a mumbled thanks from Sasha who’d all but passed out now.