Give Amanda A Swat on Her Ass.

"All right now." I said and swatted her on the behind. My palm connected with the soft curve of her ass, the thin fabric of her skirt doing little to dull the impact. The sharp crack echoed through the room, followed by Amanda's gasp. Her body jolted forward from the unexpected contact, the sting spreading across her skin.

She spun around quickly, her skirt flaring out with the sudden movement. Her eyes were wide, a mix of shock and excitement. She looked at me and let out a breathy giggle, her hand moving instinctively to rub the spot I'd just smacked. Her cheeks flushed as she held my gaze.

She blushed as she smiled and handed the camera back to me as our fingers brushed for a brief moment when I took hold of the device. Amanda's eyes darted to mine, then quickly looked away while a faint blush colored her cheeks. She shifted her weight and smoothed her skirt with one hand.

"So do you have a wife?" She asked as she leaned back on the desk rubbing her ass, tilting her head inquisitively as she looked at me.

"I am afraid not yet," I said with a casual shrug, my trademark grin firmly in place. Sure, there might be a few regrets buried deep down, but why dwell on those when there was still so much fun to be had?

"You know Mrs. Hart is a widow and I think she likes you." Amanda teased as she gave me a look and put her tongue in her cheek, her expression both playful and suggestive.

"I thought I was the matchmaker here." I gave her a look, raising an eyebrow at her boldness.
"Someone has to look out for you if you are looking out for everyone else Mister Chase." Amanda shrugged, her tone softening as she offered a genuine smile.

“I appreciate that but let me get to know her better first before you start asking her if you can be a bridesmaid.” I shook my head at her and pushed the chair back. “I should get you back to class.” I said.

“If you must.” She rolled her eyes. I lead her out into the hall and then to Mrs. Gates class. I knocked on the door and tried the door handle forgetting the doors locked automatically. I waited a second and then Mrs. Gates opened the door. My eyes went right to Mrs. Gates massive breasts in her unbuttoned blouse. Her shirt hung over her large breasts loosely like a partly open robe. Apparently I had caught her right in the middle of her self breasts exam lesson. It was clear she had not time to throw on her bra as hard nipples poked out through the fabric.

“Done already?” She smiled.

“Yep.” Amanda said and walked into the class room.”

“You sure you don't want to come in Mister Chase?” Mrs. Gates teased as she put a hand on her hip, the subtle movement causing her loose blouse to open a little more, revealing the soft contours of her areolas that playfully peeked out from either side.

Only a button held the shirt closed and looked as if it might pop showing off large hanging milky white tits massive breasts practically spilling out of her blouse and super deep cleavage on full display. The sight was mesmerizing, with her swelling breasts straining against the confines of her blouse, threatening to burst forth into the open at any moment. I couldn’t help but stare as if waiting for the damn to bust. They seemed to have a mind of their own, bobbing and swaying with every movement she made. The way the light of the class room illuminated them through her shirt made them look like two soft, inviting pillows that I just wanted to bury my face in.

I snapped back to reality realizing I was starring for a second. “I am sure. Sorry for interrupting. I will let you get back to your lesson.” I headed back to the nurses office and had a seat at Nurse Harts desk and pulled out the digital camera scrolling through the pictures I had taken and gave my cock a rub under the desk. Sadly Mrs. hart would be back at any second so I went about getting things ready for the next period class.

I sat at my lap top entering in the info I had taken of Amanda. Plugging in her figures and watching the evaluations fluctuate. Her estimated body fat was right where I had guessed. Around thirty two percent which was average for a teenage girl. Looking at her file I saw her school grades were around a C average with some B's in subject that did not require high intelligence and A's in fitness so I did not see her wanting to continue her education making her ideal for the marriage market. I had a basic understanding of her personality as she was sociable, playful, energetic, with little inhibitions which could be both a good and a bad thing.

The phone rang and I paused for a minute since this was not my office but decided to since it was the nurses office and it might be important. I grabbed the receiver, feeling the weight of it in my hand as I lifted it to my ear as the line crackled faintly as I waited for the caller to speak.

“Hello. Nurses office. This is Mister Chase speaking.” I said not really sure what else to say as I leaned back in the chair, running a hand through my hair as I waited for a response.

“Hello mister Chase. This is officer Shepard with the security office. We meet this morning.” Her voice carried a hint of amusement. I could almost picture the smile on her face as she recalled our earlier encounter.

“yeah you are a little hard to forget. I do not need another pat down do I?” I said with a sly smile remembering her intimately frisking me. Her hands had lingered longer than necessary as she checked my pockets, especially around my ass and thighs. The memory was still fresh in my mind, her touch far from the professional pat-down it should have been.

“Sadly no. I have a package for you here. Is it okay to X-ray it? I do not want to damage any medical equipment or anything you are getting in.” Shepard's voice remained professional, but I detected a hint of curiosity underneath.

“It is fine. Just some electronics. You can open if you need to.” It should be the body scanner I had been waiting on that would save me the time of taking the girls measurements using a tape measure. I smiled, thinking about how much more efficient this would make the process. As fun as it was to use the tape measure, it did eat up a lot of time not that I minded that part.

“Do you want me to bring it down to you when I am done?” There was an eagerness in Shepard's tone that caught my attention. It seemed like she was looking for an excuse to pay me a visit.