Teacher's Track Dare (parts 1 & 2)
Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2026 7:22 am
--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..."
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..."