The sun rose the next morning and I groggily opened my eyes. As my mind came to my hands and arms stretched above my head. I looked at my clock and I knew I needed to get up and get ready for the day. My right hand dropped back down and under the blanket and ran its way along my body, over my stomach and on to my pussy. It stayed there for a moment slowly rubbing my clit. "Mmmm fuck, I'm so fucking horny already" I said softly.
Something had started to change with me that was for sure. I felt hornier then ever almost all the time now. The blackmail, Emma and Sam, doing things in public, the risk, the adventure, it was all so much change and all making me so hot.
My legs kicked the blanket off my body and I walked to the bathroom and turned the water on in the shower. I let the hot water cascade over my body as I started to think about what I would wear today. "Dress Slutty" was the instruction, but at the same time I knew I was going to school so slutty was relative. I decided that I would wear a mid thigh sweater dress. It had sleeves that ended at the shoulders and was black. It clung to me and showed off my ass for sure. I knew it would be a little risky for school, definitely not something I've worn before, but really it was a dress, so I wasn't too worried.
I got out of the shower and dried off before heading to my dresser. I slide on a pair of white knee high socks, followed by a black thong and black bra. Finally I pulled on the black sweater dress. I didn't want my bra and panties to show through so everything black seemed like a good plan. The dress was a little tighter then I remembered, it had been a while since I had worn it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled, I looked pretty damn good if I may say so myself. Before leaving my room I dug out a pair of black knee high wedge boots that I hadn't worn in a long time. I sat on my bed and pulled them on, covering up my socks, and zipping them up. I grabbed my books and bag and headed downstairs to throw some kind of breakfast together.
When I arrived in the kitchen Sam was already there, sitting at the table on his phone.
"Good morning Sam," I said as I walked over to the fridge to grab the milk.
"Good morning," I heard back without his head ever raising from his phone.
Hurriedly I grabbed three bowls and the cereal and put everything on the table. Sam and I ate in silence for a few minutes until Emma finally showed up. She walked into the kitchen with her bag over her shoulder. My eyes raised from the table to take a look at her and say good morning but I couldn't quite get the words out. Right in front of me was my daughter wearing clothes that I've never seen her wear to school before.
"Uh, good morning," I said a little stunned.
"Good morning mom," she said back taking a seat beside me.
"Well that's a different outfit," I smirked, my eyes running down her body looking at what she had one. Black leggings hugged her legs and ass perfectly, but that wasn't the different part, on top she had a white cropped t-shirt that showed off a lot of her midriff. That was the difference. Usually she wears baggy shirts, but today she was completely showing off. She looked amazing.
"Ya, well, I could say the same to you," she said back with a little bit of attitude, "plus you said we should wear and do what we want."
I thought for a second before replying, "You're right I did, and you look good, so it's OK with me if me wearing this is OK with you."
She looked up at me and smiled, "you look good too mom."
We all finished breakfast and made our way to school. The ride was pretty much silent. I knew why I was being so quiet, but I'm not sure about them. My mind was on the day ahead, and especially what I was wearing and how it would go over in class today, and I would be lying if I didn't say a small part of me was thinking about Emma and her new style today. This was exactly the kind of revealing clothing she was wearing on her other instagram account, in my head I thought "I hope she dresses like this more", but immediately stopped myself.
We pulled up to the school and Sam and Emma hopped out quickly, saying goodbye, and walking to their classes. I watched as Emma walked away, her ass swaying, her lower back on display. "Fuck," I said to myself still sitting in the car.
Eventually I made it to my first class and got ready to teach. I could feel my heart racing a little. It wasn't so much that the dress showed more skin, but it was so much tighter and form fitting than anything I had ever worn to school before and I didn't know what the reaction would be. The students started to file in, one by one and I smiled at them as they did. I could see them eye me up and down as they smiled back. They could tell that I was wearing something different, and I could tell that they could tell. My heart started to beat faster.
As the class went on I could feel the students eyes on my. While I was facing them and speaking they tried to hide their stares, or at least some of them did, others I could tell were focused on my chest, straining to look through the knitted fabric. As spun around to write on the chalkboard there was no denying that all of the eyes were directly on me, especially my ass, again struggling to see more of me.
The feeling of being this object to be gawked at was weird. On the one hand I was nervous, this was a classroom, my job, my life, and it was all at risk to some degree. But on the other hand it was exhilarating. There was a rush about being this object, about teenagers looking at me, wanting to see me. I could feel myself getting turned on by my students and their desire for me. I wanted nothing more than to lift up my dress and start to finger myself, but I knew I couldn't do that. I had to resist at least for a little while.
Finally class ended and I held the door open as everyone walked out. They all took one more glance at me before leaving, I smiled back. As the last student walked out I closed the door, but didn't lock it or close the blind, I only had 10 minutes until my next class.
I moved over to my desk and sat down in my chair. My mind relaxed for a moment before it started to think about all of those eyes on my body. I could feel my pussy dripping from all of the arousal. I turned myself slightly towards the door, I wanted my blackmailer to see what I was doing, I knew I had to show off for him, but some part of me also wanted to show off for him. It was hard to admit it, but it was also so slutty that I loved it. I spread my legs a little, the rush of doing this without the blind down or the door locked was making me even hotter. My legs spread more and I ran my hand down my thighs and between my legs. I pulled the hem of my dress up exposing my panties. My eyes were locked on the window and the door being ready to hide myself if anyone came by. I gently touched my mound over my panties and my head fell back for a second in ecstasy. Slowly I rubbed my cunt. I could feel how wet my panties were as I gently rubbed myself, my eyes locked on the door, my legs moving further and further apart. I knew I didn't have enough time to get off, to fuck myself like I wanted too, but I was just loving the feeling, the moment of sitting here, so close to being caught, turning myself on even more. It was amazing. I was losing myself, it was scary and great at the same time.
As the 10 minutes came to an end I composed myself, closing my legs, standing up and straightening my dress before opening the door and letting the students in. The next class went just like the first. Eyes upon eyes focused on me, on my body, what I was wearing, and I soaked every bit of it in.
My lunch break was finally here and I decided in a little act of defiance I wouldn't just stay in my class and fuck myself like my blackmailer obviously wanted. They said I could do what I wanted, so this was my way of showing them I didn't want to fuck myself in my class. The thing was that wasn't really the truth. I really did want to rip my panties off and fuck myself, right on my desk, but I forced myself not too, to try to be normal, and to fight back, even if it was just a little bit. I was so turned on from the stares, but I had to hold back.
