I’ve always had this fantasy of being that naughty teacher teens would just have wet dreams about. You know, like the song “Hot for Teacher” by Van Halen. Just be that bodacious hot bod that the guys would just drool after.
Of course, I’d rock at least a few of their worlds. Can’t let them be blue balled like that. They need a nut too.
So give em a little tease here or there while in class. Cleavage flash, maybe a peak at my caboose in my really short skirt. Get their imaginations running.
Then, I’d imagine they’d have there fantasies of me stripping for them. Burying their faces in my tits, giving them the lap dance of their lives. Letting them touch my nips and moaning their name softly in their ear.
Or, have me spank them with my ruler, telling them how bad a boy they have been for missing their work. That they need to be punished by me, to learn the lesson of disobeying my rules. And come while I’m paddling them…
Only for them to wake up mid class with that boner that needs to be dealt with.