She sees you

The girl sags back on the desk, purring softly as her fingers gently stroke her folds, obviously savouring the last spasms of her orgasm. Delightful as the sight is, you remember that there are risks involved in being found watching such a scene, and you start to back out, accidentally scuffing your shoe on the floor. The girl's eyes snap open as she sits up, her face frantic with alarm.

"Oh My God! What the fuck! Who are you! Oh my God!" she blurts out in a panic as she reaches down to start tugging up her leggings.

"I'm a new member of the faculty," you say, forcing yourself to sound calm. "Mr. Watts. And you are?"

"Oh My God....I've go to go....I'm....Oh my God!" her pretty young face is scarlet with embarrassment as she hurriedly straightens her clothing and starts to head towards the door, then stops as she realises that means approaching you. Her face grows more frantic as you can see her mind whirling for an explanation.

"I was just... oh my god I was just straightening my clothes....oh my god......"

"What's your name miss?" you ask sternly, hoping to take advantage of her confusion and embarrassment and eliminate the chance of her claiming you're a Peeping Tom.

She hangs her head and you see tears starting to glisten in her eyes.

"Tamara...Tamara Longmire. Please sir, I'm sorry. I know it was wrong. Please don't tell Headmistress Naylor. Please Mr. Watts."

She looks up at you with pleading eyes full of tears, her chin wobbling as she struggles for control.