Mrs. Jackson

“Eric? Are you in here?” The well-dressed woman called out loudly. The brunette wore a grey blazer over a white blouse to cover her above average chest, with a matching dark grey dress skirt which came down to her knees. Despite her position as a teacher, she looked almost too young for her profession at 30 years old with well maintained skin.

Mrs. Jackson’s eyes swerved the large locker room, and finally fell on a very naked and stunned Eric. Her eyes widened a bit, but she quickly shook her head and smiled her trademark all too innocent smile. Eric quickly came back to reality as he finally recognized the figure before him, and quickly yelled out in shock before covering himself with his hands.

“There you are! You were running very late for detention, and so I figured your last class must be running late and came to ask the coach about it. He said you were probably finishing up in here, so I came to check up on you since it was well past the expected time and everyone else has long left the building. What’s the problem?”

Eric looked around for absolutely any cover to shield his manhood with, but found nothing that would cover more than his hands. Eric was **** to awkwardly turn his face away, as he began to redden in embarrassment. “What is she doing?! Doesn’t she know I’m still naked?!” Eric thought to himself, blushing a strawberry shade of red.

“...Mrs. Jackson I err... I’ll be right out, just give me a second to put some clothes on...” Eric muttered.

Mrs. Jackson shook her head, and waved her hand dismissively. “Oh that? Don’t worry about it. I’m not offended in the slightest. Grew up with four brothers, and three of my college roommates were boys. I’ve seen all there is to see. Just go ahead and get dressed, I’ll stand right here.”

Eric stood dumbfounded for a moment, shocked his teacher was treating his nudity so non-chalantly.