Mrs. Bosman.

I cut out from the pep rally a bit early and I went by my locker to grab my lap top I had stashed this morning not wanting to lug it around all day and risk damaging it. I knew better then to leave it in my hot car and risk it overheating or someone breaking in and stealing it. I grabbed it out and slid it into my backpack between my books. I was heading for my car when I passed one of the home economics classroom and smiled to myself thinking about a couple of weeks back.

As I passed the art classroom I saw Mrs. Bosman was inside as the door was open. She was standing at the white board erasing something as her hips and well rounded ass wiggled from side to side.

I taped on the doorway to get her attention. “Excuse me Mrs. Bosman?”

“Yes.” She smiled as she sat down the eraser on the tray and turned in her short blazer and snug red silk blouse and my eyes went straight to her huge breasts.

“I am Jacob Williams with the yearbook club and am suppose to get some candid shots of the teachers. I was wondering if you would mind?” I smiled as I patted my camera bag.

“Not at all. Rebecca told me to expect you to stop by sometime. Shut the door and come on in.” She smiled warmly. I nodded and closed the door behind me.

Mrs. Bosman ran her hands down over her voluptuous body as she smoothed out blouse then pulled her blazer snugly around her, emphasizing her curves. “I remember you from a few years back though you definitely have grown up now. I must admit I am a bit of a fan of your work as I have seen your pictures in the school paper. So, how do you want me?" she asked, biting her bottom lip slightly as she leaned against the edge of her desk, crossing one shapely leg over the other. The fabric of her black pencil skirt tightened against her hips.

“At your desk or in front of the board I suppose. Becca didn't really say much other then she wanted some casual shots.” I replied as I sat my bags down on one of the desk and pulled out my camera.

“Very well.” Mrs. Bosman said as she stood before the whiteboard, one hand touching its edge while the other brushed her jacket back and she placed it on her hip. Her huge breasts filled the fitted blouse as they pressed firmly against the fabric. The material stretched taut across their round, generous shape, highlighting the soft weight and the natural way they moved as she shifted her posture. The dark pencil skirt hugged her womanly hips and thick thighs, the fabric stretched smooth and taut over the her legs, sheer black stockings gleamed subtly on her toned calves below the hem at her knees. Her black high heels clicked once softly as she adjusted her weight, accentuating the sensual curve of her stocking-clad legs.

“Like this?” she asked softly, her fingers tapping lightly on the whiteboard frame as she arched her back just a fraction, letting the blouse pull even tighter across her chest.

“Perfect.” I smiled.

“Bet you say that to all the girls you photograph.” She teased as she stepped behind her desk and leaned forward and placed her hands on her desk in front of her lesson plan that lay open on the desk. She was a sight to behold, her silk blouse stretched taut over her more then ample breasts, straining against the buttons as she leaned forward. The light from the window highlighted the curves of her slender waist clenched in a belt and her wide hips in her pencil skirt, accentuating her hourglass figure. The skirt of her navy blue pencil dress rode up just enough to reveal the taut curve of her stocking-clad thighs, the delicate sheen of the fabric catching the late afternoon light. Her back arched subtly as she adjusted her posture—just enough to accentuate the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips pressing against the desk’s edge. "Like this?" she asked, her voice smooth and low, tilting her head slightly as she glanced up at me through her lashes. I nodded and took the shot.

“I like the shot though I am not sure the year book advisor would approve.” I frowned looking at the picture in my camera. It was far from what I would consider risque but I was sure others would not be as open minded as I was.

“You are probably right, it will be just for me then.” She smiled and gave a little wink as she moved to her chair. She sat down and crossed her thick thighs as her manicured nails slid down the front of her skirt, smoothing the fabric neatly over her lap. Her fingers trailed along the hem of her skirt, tugging it down just enough to feign modesty before stopping on her lower thigh above her knees. She pulled the jacket closed over her large bosom as her huge breasts pressed together in the confined top. She leaned back in her chair and rested her hands on the armrests and arched her back slightly, pushing her chest out, her blazer pulling tight across her full bust. She wet her lips lightly with her tongue and smiled warmly at me. I smiled as I snapped the shot.

“Better?” She grinned as she shifted her pose as she leaned sideways onto one arm as she rested her other hand on her on her stocking clad knee. Her large breasts shifting naturally beneath the fitted red blouse as she leaned to one side causing the fabric to stretch over the rounded curves of her bosom and push slightly upward with the tilt of her torso as they strained against the jacket. The skirt shifted with her motion sliding over her lap and along her thigh and resting neatly against her wide, womanly hip that jutted outward. Her long toned legs were folded one over the other and she pressed her stocking-clad calf lightly against the top of the other leg. She lifted her shoe with her toes and flexed her foot slightly so that the heel tilted and dangled above the floor. She rested her head in one hand as she tilted it and smiled at the camera.

“Yes ma'am.” I smiled and snapped the shot and turned the camera getting a wide body shot.

“So do you plan on taking photography after you graduate Mister Williams? She smiled and turned toward her desk and then opened a drawer as she pulled out a card.

“I have not decided yet. Right now I am leaning toward business.” I smiled.

“You should consider it. Here. My email so you can send me those pictures personally.” She said as she stood up and walked around the desk as her her black high heels clicked softly against the classroom floor. Her dark pencil skirt clung tightly to her wide, womanly hips and thick thighs with every step, the dark fabric stretching smooth over her curves.

“Thanks. I will email them over this afternoon.” I nodded and slid the card into my pocket.

“A couple more just for me then?” She smiled warmly.

“If you like.” I nodded.

She sat on her shapely bottom at the edge of the desk and leaned back on her arms as she splayed her fingers behind her. Her back arched causing her huge breasts to push outward beneath the fitted red blouse as the fabric stretched taught against them and and gaped slightly as her top stained slightly to contain them. Her skirt hugged thighs as it road up her stocking clad legs slightly as she leaned back.
Her luscious lips parted into a playful smile as she turned her head toward the camera. Dark hair falling over her shoulder as it shimmered in the light. Her dark brown eyes locked onto the camera through her long lashes with a playful gaze through her thick lashes.

I snapped the shot taking one from the front and then turned the camera and side stepped to take one in three quarter profile. We talked for a minute or two as she asked if I be interested in taking some photos of some of the seniors artwork that would be submitted to the state art fair and maybe entering some of mine own photos. The later didn't interest me really but I told her I would try and find the time to take pictures of the art of the other students. Our talks were interrupted as the other students left the pep rally and could be heard in the halls. I knew if I did not get to my car it be a pain to get out and I wanted to get to Christy's house and set up before the girls.