Miss Vargas passes some colleagues in the hall

Maria departed the office and rounded the corner back towards her classroom, thinking what to mention about the lesson at her first staff meeting. The motions sent her breasts into a slow, heavy sway that took two full steps to settle. Each clack of her heels left a faint ripple going through her thighs, traveling up like lightning across her ass cheeks before being promptly stopped short by the cut of her black lace.

She walked into two colleagues coming the other way, perhaps headed to the principal’s office, while in conversation. The woman on the right, about Maria’s age, wore a colorful cardigan and wide-rimmed glasses. The man beside her was slightly older, cropped black hair styled sharply but beginning to thin in places. Both of them stopped as if their feet had fused to the floor. Maria’s boobs gave a lazy jiggle as she came to a half-stop. “Oh — afternoon,”’she said, offering the kind of professional smile you gave to people whose name you didn’t know yet. The two opened their mouths but no words came out, as they glanced down at the length of exposed tanned skin. The woman flinched and fast looked away, clearing an embarrassed cough from her throat, while the man blinked and stared.

Maria gave them another polite nod and resumed her stride. Odd fellows, even for a small suburban town, she shrugged, it doesn’t hurt to say ‘hi’ back. Then again these were her first days and people often stared at a new hire. She headed back to Room 202 to collect her things, and the walk set her going again: Each step sent a little jolt through her bare chest; the weight of her breasts moved a half-beat behind her hips. Still, she remained oblivious.

Behind her the man lifted his phone and opened the camera app. The woman hissed something under her breath and smacked his elbow hard enough that the shot went high.