Maria tries to figure out how to get to her car

Miss Vargas stood at the front of the aisle, topless and dumbfounded. How did- did that just happen? Her first instinct was to keep her arms where they were, firmly pressed against her heaving breasts. I cannot be naked in a classroom on my first day. What would the principal think?! Miss Calloway’s veiled warnings drifted back into the fore of her mind. She’d tried to tell her this had happened to her too, even if being a bit vague about it. Probably to ensure she didn’t decline to take the post, Maria thought to herself, or else she would’ve been stuck teaching this course herself. Maria suspected the principal was all too aware as well.

Maria shuffled further into the classroom, out of easy line of sight of the window in the door. She tried to keep her arms clutched around her chest. That only last a few seconds, as she needed her hands to start turning this room upside down to see if her purloined outerwear was still hidden around here somewhere. She attempted to move a chair one-handed; her left breast slipped free at once with a heavy roll, and she slapped her palm back over it, half-gasping and half-swearing. Two hands, then. She got down on her knees and crawled past the desks with her boobs pressed into her forearms and strands of her hair falling in her face. There was no sign of her mini-skirt, nor her sweater.

But wait- Jacqueline has just launched her bra out into the hallway. It was probably still out there, languishing on the floor! She quickly got back to her feet and hurried towards the door, listening for footsteps on the other side and pressing her cheek to the glass frame to peer down the hall and confirm. If somebody could see me now I must be quite a sight, she thought. Her shapely, panty-clad ass twisting as she stood on the tippytoes of her high heels, her face and bosom pressed against the material of the door. She gathered enough courage to open the door and look out. Drat! There was no sign of her bra. Someone must’ve taken it. It was probably in a bag halfway off the school grounds by now. She was pretty well-endowed but now that she was leaning out her classroom doorway, her tits had never felt so ponderous.

Readjusting her arms to cup her breasts more securely, Miss Vargas tiptoed back into the safety of the classroom. The summer sun fell in through the windows on the other side — and if she wasn’t careful some peering eyes too, even if she was on the second floor — so she crept behind her desk to hide. She pulled her purse from the desk and turned it over, as if there could be any spare clothes in there; just lipstick, her keys, and some hygiene products. It wasn’t even of much use to hold in front of her chest to cover herself, her tits would easily spill out from either side. Her car wasn’t all that far away from here though. She just needed to leave the classroom for a nearby staircase on the corner of this wing, take the side door at the bottom instead of going through the first floor corridor, and make a dash across some grass and the parking lot without her chest bouncing out of her grip. Normally it’d be a breeze, a quick two minute sprint, but with her breasts in her hands it was like performing a parade. And everybody had a camera in their pocket these days. She had no desire to add a second or third picture to the one Jordan already got.

Her other option was to wait. After the last bell the building would empty out before you could snap your fingers, and she could pick a gap between the staff room clearing out and the janitor making the rounds to lock the building up. Go now and she might meet a colleague or a student on the stairs with her hooters out. Stay too long and she might meet the janitor the same way, or risk getting locked inside for the night.

Currently she was half-hidden, half-naked and easily visible from the hall if anyone so much as leaned in. She involuntarily reflected on the thrill of her situation, her nipples growing hard; what if she got up and strutted into the hallway for, say, five seconds? Maybe even drop her hands for a few of those, that’d be indecent… but hot- oh shit did I hear someone?! Her desire quickly shrank as she flinched deeper into hiding, when she heard some faint chatter coming and going in the distance.