As I stood looking in the mirror I analyzed what I saw, really looking at myself.

I was pretty grandiloquent I suppose, always stood an column inch or two higher than the rest of the girls in my stratum, even though I was slim too. I was mostly legs, which I suppose are my best lineament, my thigh were slightly bigger than any other girl of my body shape, not too a lot, it just gave them a nice breaking ball before my hip, very womanly. I worked my way up my body in the mirror, my body hinting only slightly at a hourglass shape figure of speech.

I had small-ish boobs for my age, as the balance of the girls were wearing bras all the time I could get away without one, my little B cups supported themselves. If it was n't for my tenacious browned whisker covering my t-shirt then you 'd probably have been able to see my nipples. My hair hung a few in below the keister of my breast. It was prospicient sleek and straight naturally with a confidential information of pig through the brown.

My facial nerve feature on my pale fount was gentle and almost childlike. I had a affection shaped face with big blue eyes being the most prominent feature. My lip always tilted up at one English, creating a permanent wave expression I can only delineate as a smirk. I had a to the full bottom lip but a slightly thinner on the top.

I suppose I was pretty, I just did not see the attraction boys seemed to take in these years. I had never had an pursuit in boys, they all seemed so young and galling, but lately they seemed to give an interest in me.

The Alexander Bell rang and I snapped out of my end observation of myself to peck up my bag and brain to social class. I met my admirer, Amanda and Claire, as I left the lav. Amanda was standardised to myself in body shape, except she was a lot more blessed in the boobage department, her obvious D cups bouncing as she walked along beside me. She was a distinctive schoolgirl, obsessed with fame, so much so she had dyed blonde hairsbreadth, several piercings and all the fashionable clothing.

Claire was just about the icy contrary, at only five foot five she was various inches humble than me and Amanda. She was also a lot slimmer, I considered myself reduce but Claire was naturally tiny with pixie like feature film including a minor pointed scent and very lose weight lips with almost no dummy at all. Her haircloth was unretentive and peaky to match.

We were all pretty in our own way I realised as we walked to division, my friends gossiping between themselves as I stayed quiet. We were heading to English people, a class so dull and boring that the two time of day we sat there either resulted in a full re-application of ca-ca up or a right gossiping session.

When we entered the way all our schoolfellow were sitting talking between themselves, the instructor sat at his desk looking like he was thinking of 101 way to kill himself. He only looked up slightly as we passed his desk, the low of smiles greeting us.

Mr. Matthews was n't really much erstwhile than me, he was quite a young instructor, very inexperienced. In fact he was so inexperienced that he could n't palm a class if he wanted to.

He was a very secure looking man, tall with dark features. I could think a muscley consistency underneath his clothes although I had never seen trial impression. He had dark pilus and always a messy stubble look.

We took our seats in the socio-economic class, Claire down the battlefront far away from me and Amanda. Being arranged in alphabetical order really sucked. Claire Cunningham was a mile away from Amanda Richards and me, Kelsey Rourke.

We sat up the back of the class painting our nails, going for a deeply purple today to twin our uniforms. I hated uniforms, purple tartan skirt and fitted blouses matched with a empurple tie were neither comfortable nor stylish.

I had been secretly practicing my dalliance skills the past few hebdomad in English people, doing all the matter I had read in the powder store. Not wanting to give any of the male child in my class false hope I resorted to flirting with the one person who probably would n't even notice my approach, never mind pay any care or react to them.

Mr Matthews looked over at that point, I caught his eye and kept eye contact for 3,2,1 then turned away. I looked back into my magazine to look at the next steps before completing them.

I got out my seat and walked to the front desk, I leaned over it slightly, looking up at him and whispered in my aphrodisiacal interpreter.

"Can I go to the sewer Mr Matthews ?"

His font blushed red before he replied saying I could go.

I walked out of the form gently wiggling my hips, giggling once I closed the door behind me. Well he seemed to feature noticed my flirting techniques.

The rest of the day passed without anything occupy, I went from form to category living in a day dream. All I could reckon about was the look on Mr St. Matthew 's face, the flavor of the power I held pulsing through my physical structure.

After cheerleading practice me and the daughter went to the locker room to get changed, I decided to keep my uniform on and head for the bus, there was one due in ten arcminute so I could piss it if I rushed.

I shouted my auf wiedersehen to the girls as I headed out the building and out of the schooltime Bill Gates. As I was passing the school gates a car drove up behind me. Mr Saint Matthew rolled down the window of his silver BMW.

"Your mum not picking you up from schooling today Kelsey ?"he shouted out the window.

Deciding to further my flirting proficiency I walked over to the door of the car and leaned rebuff over the side, showing the little bit of cleavage my pink cheer leading vest gave me.

"No, I had cheer leading so I told her I 'd get the bus home."I said in my most seductive vocalisation.

He hesitated for a minute, looking around the car before looking back to me, his eye flickering down to my chest leaning over the incline of his window.

"Jump in, I 'll run you home."he offered.

I took that as my queue and without even answering I opened the door and slid inside. His car was broad with frigidness but comforting disastrous leather seats. I made myself prosperous after putting my seatbelt on, spreading my wooden leg slightly. The air conditioning blowing a cold breeze up my unforesightful pink skirt.

Mr Matthews pulled away and made conversation, asking my computer address and talking about classwork.

I decided this was my prime of life opportunity to make my motion. I moved my hand over and traced my finger over his wrist joint, commenting on how nice his watch was. He made a sound I could only identify as primal, a kind of oink.

He did n't impress away or block off me so I let my hand linger around his. He kept his eyes firmly on the road.

"There is a short cut down here, take this left down the body politic road"I told him. He looked uneasy but followed my instructions. The trees at either side of meat of the road made it darker but exterior and inside the car.

I let go of his hand and shifted in my tush, knowing we were only minutes from the cut off to my house. I lay back a bit further and spreading my legs open. I started to run my leg up and down my thigh but his eyes stuck straight to the route, not even glancing in my management.

I signed heavily trying to get his attention as I pushed up my skirt slightly and traced my finger's breadth along the personal line of credit of my pallid knock pants. I thought for a endorsement his eyes flickered towards me but I could n't be for certain.

I continued run my finger around my pussy, the solitary thing separating my finger and the slippery pink physique of my pussy was my thin panties. I rubbed gently through them, separating my outer back talk and pushing in, creating a stratum of dampness I could feel. The cotton pants becoming moist and easier to manoeuver. I started to pull them to the side but stopped abruptly when I hear the loud phone of the car horn blast through the car. He had pulled over to the side of the route without me noticing and sounded the saddle horn to get my attention. I looked over to him, trying to get out my most seductive grimace but it did n't last farsighted. I studied him up and down, the buldge of his cock clearly straining his trousers, I smiled before I looked up into his face. His construction was maddened and as he stopped staring at me he turned to look out of the window and said quietly"Get out of the car, you can walk from here."

Not wanting to push him over the edge I unfastened my seatbelt and got out of the car, bending over slightly in the outgrowth as I exited the car.

I knew this was far from over but I just had to find out how far it could go .