Teacher's Track Dare (parts 1 & 2)

[mikewozere]

--PART 1--

The group of teens' horseplay stopped suddenly when they saw vehicle lights in the car park adjacent to the running track. The three girls and four boys stubbed-out their weed cigarettes, vacated their bench seats in the bleachers and watched from beneath the stand as a van parked near to the perimeter fence. They weren't meant to be there after school, and had gained access (as they often did, to drink and smoke) via a gap in the fence behind the bleachers.

Sarah Melton, 35-year-old English teacher at that very school, Witney Brooke High, exited her beloved blue & white VW camper van. After locking it, she popped the keys into her purse and proceeded towards the security gate, scanning for any other vehicles or people as she went. She had butterflies in the stomach; she'd never done anything as daring as what she had planned that evening. The idea had formed a few weeks prior, while attending the annual track races with parents and families watching from the school's two sets of bleachers on either side of the oval running track. She imagined what it would be like to run around the track wearing... well, nothing at all! She'd never been an exhibitionist, and her husband, Mike, would even describe her as demure, but since the idea formed, it had been an itch she just had to scratch. The opportunity to fulfil her self-dare arose when Mike was away on business. She used her electronic staff card to open the pedestrian gate and proceeded towards the nearest bleachers. The gate closed automatically behind her. The pupils remained hidden as the teacher approached. She was wearing the same clothes that she had worn to school that day; a sky blue blouse with buttons down the front, a knee-length black pencil skirt, and flat black shoes. She carried with her a small flowery purse.

"Hey, isn't that Mrs Melton?" one boy asked. He had actually been handed a detention by her that very day, although he'd been given a detention by her on many occasions before, as most of that group had.

"Yes, I think it is," a girl concurred.

"What's she doing here at night?" another boy added, noting that it was just after 9pm.

They peered around the corner with interest as the teacher walked up to the bleachers' bottom row of bench seating. It was a clear evening with an almost full moon, so she was well lit despite the lack of any artificial lighting. Her audience were in the partial shadow cast by the tin roof, so as long as they remained silent they were safe from discovery.

Ignoring the smell of weed (the bleachers often smelled of weed regardless of the hour), Sarah placed her purse on the bench, removed her shoes then, after glancing around nervously, began to unbutton her blouse. The pupils had to suppress giggles (the girls actually clamping their hands over their mouths) as they watched their teacher in her white, lacy bra carefully fold her blouse and place it on the bench before reaching behind her skirt and unbuttoning that too.

Sarah was slim, 5' 3", fair skinned with dark brown, shoulder length hair. She was quite attractive - "hot" was how many male pupils had described her, although they never expected to see her in her underwear.

"What's she doing?" a boy hoarsely whispered while watching Sarah, standing now in only her white lacy bra and matching panties, fold her skirt and place it neatly on the bench alongside her blouse.

"Shh," another boy urged quietly, afraid of spooking her and curtailing their striptease show. He didn't have to wait long, as Sarah quickly unhooked her bra strap and removed it. The boys' eyes nearly popped out at the side-on view of her right tit. She had modest, but perky breasts, and her nipples were protruding more than usual due to both the cool night air, and the fact that she was quite sexually aroused. Her right nipple could clearly be seen in profile by the youngsters. The topless teacher then quickly whipped her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, giving the pupils a side-on view of her now fully naked body. Her pussy, with just a small amount of closely trimmed pubic hair above its slit, was obscured. The horny boys and highly amused girls watched in shocked amazement as she placed her underwear on the bench along with her other clothes, then turned her back on them and headed for the track. The boys drank in the view of her perfect, firm, bare bottom as each buttock moved up and down with every step.

Just before reaching the track Sarah broke into a gentle jog, then continued to jog along the outside lane. It was the first time she'd ever been naked outdoors, and it felt exhilarating - and naughty! Although the risk of potentially being seen was a thrill, she'd have been horrified if anyone did actually see her. She waved her arms in the air as she jogged, enjoying how free she felt, with the breeze around her normally covered private parts. Once their teacher was on her way around the track, the teens broke cover and made a beeline for her belongings.

"Oh...my...God!" one girl gleefully whispered.

"I know," another giggled. "Who'd have thought Mrs Melton was an exhibitionist?"

"Can you believe we've seen Mrs Melton totally nude?" a boy exclaimed.

"No, but I wanna see her pussy!" another boy said, to murmurs of agreement from the other boys.

"Oh you definitely will," a girl replied, picking up Sarah's panties and dangling them from a forefinger. "We've got all of her clothes!"

"And these..." another girl grinned evilly as she reached inside Sarah's purse and held aloft her car keys, card wallet, and iPhone. The group then moved further back and sat on a bench in shadow. From there they watched the nude teacher slowly making her way around the track and discussed what fun they were going to have with her.

Totally unaware of her predicament, Sarah jogged on in ignorant bliss. "What would Mike say if he knew I was doing this?" she thought to herself. As she passed the bleachers on the opposite side to where she'd undressed she waved enthusiastically to an imaginary crowd. "Think I'll do just one more lap after this," she thought. "Perhaps pick up the pace for the second..."

[MaireadM]

This is a very strong start.
How many of us have fantasies about our teacher.
Seeing her naked and having her clothes is a double whammy.
Can wait see where it goes

[KnightMan]

We all that one teacher we'd like to see naked. I can't wait to see what happens next. Please continue

[mikewozere]

--PART 2--

After almost completing a 2nd lap, Sarah was preparing to once again wave at an imaginary crowd, before speeding up. But glancing over at the bleachers, she thought she could see actual people dotted around various benches. Thinking her eyes or imagination were playing tricks on her, she slowed to a walk to take a closer look. However, this became unnecessary when her all too real audience stood up and began loudly cheering, wolf-whistling, and catcalling.

Sarah's blood ran cold as she realized she wasn't alone. Shrieking, she froze on the spot and immediately used her right arm to cover both breasts, and her left hand to cover her crotch. "Oh God, who are they? They sound like kids!" she thought. Her first instinct was to run, but where to? "Clothes... got to get to my clothes," but before she could steel herself to break into a sprint to retrieve them, another thought came to her: "What if they've taken them?"

But it was the teens who made the next move; within seconds of announcing their existence they quickly approached the embarrassed naked woman who had earlier that day tried to teach English grammar to several of them.

Sarah could only look on in horror as her worst fears were confirmed when the seven whooping teens headed towards her. She wondered if she could perhaps dart past them and quickly grab her clothes from the bench... but then she noticed that two of the girls were waving material above their heads that looked very much like her blouse and skirt, and a third girl was carrying her purse. She was at the mercy of some of the very pupils least likely to show her any!

"All of you stop right there!" Sarah shouted, hoping to regain control. "Put my things on the ground and go..." But she had zero authority over the pupils anymore, and they continued to descend on her. She recognized every one of them, and noticed that, apart from the two girls waving her clothes, each had their cellphone trained on her.

The boys were the first to reach their stricken teacher, and all moved behind her, still jeering and wolf-whistling. Because she was using her arms and hands to cover her front, she realized that her bottom was completely exposed (and that they undoubtedly already had photos of it), so she leaned forwards in order to obscure her crotch and moved her left hand to cover her rear as best she could.

By now all of the teens had reached Sarah, and surrounded her. "Hey miss, did you lose something?" a girl sneered while dangling her skirt and panties from each hand.

"Give me that please Ana," Sarah pleaded. "And put your phones away," she yelled at the others. "All of you." All of her boys were behind her, capturing photos and videos of her barely covered rear.

"Nah, don't think so, Mrs Melton. And what you going to do about it?" one boy retorted as he reappeared in her field of vision. "Hey, check out this sweet pic." He flashed the image on his cellphone to the girls first, who screeched with delight, before holding it in front of his teacher's face. It was a close-up of her rear, with her fingers spread ineffectually over the crack between her bare buttocks, but he'd taken the photo from below, and it showed a lot of her intimate parts between her legs. She was mortified that they'd seen so much of her, and readjusted her left hand to better conceal her inner thighs.

"Delete that, right now!" she demanded, knowing it was futile. She couldn't believe the situation she'd got herself into, and couldn't think of any way she was going to get herself out of it - these kids had explicit photos of her, and who knows who they were going to share them with; if the principal saw them she'd be sure to lose her job. Another phone was presented in front of her face by one of the girls, and before she realized it was her own iPhone, she'd unlocked it for them. "Hey! That's private!" she shouted as the girls huddled around the girl called Ana.

"All these contacts..." one girl mused.

"We could send a nude of you to them all," another teased.

"Is this one, Mike, your hubby?"

"Oh God, no, please girls," Sarah begged. "Please stop this." At this point a boy appeared from behind her into her field of vision. "Josh, please will you return my clothes?" she appealed. He did quite like his teacher; he suffered with dyslexia, and she had given him a lot of support, so he felt bad for her. But he didn't want to lose face with his peers, so he just stood looking sheepish and avoided eye contact with her as she glared up at him from her bowed position.

"How about this, miss," another boy jumped in. "Show us your pussy and you'll get your clothes back."

Before Sarah could even respond, Ana, having decided against sending a photo to all of Sarah's contacts (for the time being), had been rummaging around in Sarah's purse. "Hey, everyone," she announced loudly, holding Sarah's car keys aloft. "Who wants to go for a drive? Anyone know how?"

"I do," said the tallest boy, raising his hand as though in class. "Been driving my dad's car for ages." Ana tossed him the keys and he led the way towards the car park.

"Don't you dare touch my van!" Sarah spat, but being helpless and alone, naked and vulnerable in the school grounds, she could think of no other option than to follow the group (and her clothing).