John walked into the classroom, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and fear. He was early for his detention, but he didn't mind. He had been looking forward to this all day.
Miss Lewis entered the room, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor. She gave him a stern glare, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses. "You're early, Mr. Thompson. Take a seat."
John sat down, his eyes fixated on Miss Lewis' chest. He couldn't help it. She was wearing a low-cut blouse that showcased her ample assets. He had been staring at them all day, and he couldn't stop now.
Miss Lewis noticed his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Thompson, is there a reason you can't take your eyes off my chest?"
John blushed, caught red-handed. "I'm sorry, Miss Lewis. I can't help it. You have...nice breasts."
Miss Lewis stared at him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, to John's surprise, she grinned. "Well, since you're so fascinated, why don't you take a good look?"
She pushed her breasts out, causing the material of her blouse to stretch taut. "Go on, stare. I won't stop you."
John's face grew even redder, if that was possible. He couldn't believe what was happening. Was his form tutor really encouraging him to stare at her breasts?
Miss Lewis leaned back in her chair, her arms folded underneath her chest. "Go on, Mr. Thompson. Don't be shy."
John hesitated for a moment, then gave in to his curiosity. He stared at Miss Lewis' breasts, taking in every detail. He couldn't believe how full and firm they were.
Miss Lewis must have noticed his awe because she started to stroke his hair. "You like what you see, Mr. Thompson?" she whispered.
John nodded, unable to speak. He was in a state of shock.
Miss Lewis leaned closer, her breath hot against John's ear. "I know what you're thinking, Mr. Thompson. You're thinking about touching them, aren't you?"
John nodded again, his heart racing.
Miss Lewis laughed softly. "Well, since you've been such a good boy, I'll let you. But be gentle, Mr. Thompson. These are very sensitive."
John reached out, his hands shaking. He gently squeezed Miss Lewis' breasts, feeling the material of her blouse and bra. He couldn't believe he was touching her like this.
Miss Lewis moaned softly, encouraging him to continue. "That's it, Mr. Thompson. Just like that."
John continued to touch her, his arousal growing. He had never felt anything like this before.
All too soon, the detention ended. John left the classroom, his mind reeling. He had just had an unexpected close encounter with his form tutor, and he wasn't sure what to make of it.
But one thing was certain - he couldn't wait for his next detention.
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