Tamara Longmire

"Come in!" You call out suddenly noticing that you are hardly dressed to receive visitors, your dress shirt has long ago been discarded and when the door opens you are standing in your office in your khakis and a V-neck tee shirt both covered in smudges of dirt and damp soapy patches.

The door opens quickly and you see Tamara Longmire step into the office with a eager grin on her face. Blonde, pretty and more trouble than you want to deal with at the moment.

"Hi Mr. Hawkfeather," Tamara bobs in an old-fashioned curtsy (you didn't even know anyone curtsies anymore), causing her full breasts to jiggle under her pink blouse. Her uniform skirt is even shorter than you remember and her leggings have been discarded as well as her bra. "I came to apologize to you in person." As she saunters forward, the pretty blonde student's hips sway provocatively, and one of her hands traces along the opening of her blouse flicking yet another button open confirming your suspicion that her bra was discarded along with her leggings.

"Ms. Naylor said I should think about how uncomfortable I must have made you feel when you saw me fingering myself." She stops about a foot from you and bites her lower lip in a look that might be attractive if it wasn't so blatantly obvious. "Did I make you feel uncomfortable, Sir?"

"Miss Longmire, I think you should leave now." You tell the teasing blonde as kindly as you know how, "You're not going to seduce me, I'm not interested in teenagers, no matter how pretty."

"Are you sure Mr. Hawkfeather?" Tamara places her hands on the desk and wiggles her ass under the skirt that almost but doesn't quite cover her white panties. "You saw what a slut I am. You know what I was thinking about when you found me?" She asks breathlessly, peeking over her shoulder at you trying to gage your reaction. "I imagined that my teacher discovered me cheating on a test and was forcing me to fuck him so I wouldn't be expelled. I'd have to let him do whatever nasty things he wanted to my tender schoolgirl flesh..." Her breathing was becoming more and more rapid and with her blouse unbuttoned as much as it was one of her fat tits hung almost all the way out for you to see. If you didn't stop her soon, she'd be cumming all over the desk that you had just finished cleaning.

"Get up Tamara." You grab the girl by her arm and lift her roughly to her feet, her arm feels soft and smooth under your fingers and as you pull her to her feet the breast that had been trying to escape burst free of the blouse, milky white with a large pink nipple that was already puckering in anticipation.