(F/m) Geography Lessons - Part 1
Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2018 6:36 pm
<t>Ok, so I've posted this in Adult as there is a degree of fetishism, but nothing heavy. I'm erring on the side of caution it probably that it doesn't sit in Stories for Everyone, but people may disagree. The story I'm about to relate is a fantasy I had when at school, nothing actually happened. Without further ado, I shall if you're sitting comfortably, begin...<br/>
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My school it seemed was a melting pot of bad haircuts, acne, hormones and interpretations of the dress code that probably gave our Headmaster nightmares. All told there were about 1300 children from 11 to 18, bouncing around a series of prefabricated buildings that had gone up in the 1960s but already seemed on their last legs by the winter of 1979. The cold icy wind off the Pennines rattled the windows, and the building creaked every time another gust rolled across this forlorn part of East Lancashire. <br/>
My bag bounced off some idiot Fourth Former as I struggled upstairs to my last lesson of the day, Geography with Mrs. Grey. I liked Geography but unfortunately Mrs. Grey was an older lady and as such my fellow First Years had very little respect for her. Which was a shame, because despite her age I quite liked her. I thought she wasn't a bad teacher and she had one great thing going for her in my book; I had discovered to my delight she wore black leather gloves. <br/>
Now, she wasn't Miss. Scarlet who wore an exotic pair of driving gloves and had a soft vibrato voice. Or Mrs. Black who who had a tight fitting pair that disappeared up her wrists when she did playground duty. Mrs. Grey just wore a standard pair that any woman of her age wore. But she was a lovely kind teacher, so despite my classmates disrespecting her every lesson, I looked forward to my end of day lesson with her each week. <br/>
Today, we were studying Australia. A part of the world that seemed as exotic and remote as Mars when compared to our ice blasted mill town. As I made notes about the Great Barrier Reef I noticed Mrs, Grey's gloves on her desk and I began to wonder if there was some way to see her wearing them... <br/>
My reverie was broken by the bell, immediately Beverley my classmate next to me closed her pencil case and started to gather her belongings. I started to slowky do the same as Mrs, Grey attempted to shout out the details of our homework over the ensuing din. An idea quickly formed...<br/>
As Beverley gave me a quick wave and smile of farewell, my mind was on other things. My excitement was mixed. I knew I liked seeing women gloved and I also liked other things, normally associated with scenes I'd watch on The Professionals, Hawaii 5-0, Doctor Who and Z Cars. I couldn't quite describe it, but I knew it made me feel a certain way...<br/>
I slowly walked to the front of the classroom and as the last of my mates disappeared off home, I cleared my throat. <br/>
Mrs. Grey looked up and smiled, looking slightly quizzical but also something else passed across her face or did I imagine it?<br/>
"I'm sorry Mrs. Grey, I didn't hear the homework. What was it again?"<br/>
I was sure I was blushing and something was going on elsewhere but I tried to focus on my plan. <br/>
"Sydney Harbour Bridge, you need to do some research in to that". <br/>
First step complete, I made a show of asking if I could help Mrs. Grey get to her car...<br/>
Again that look that I couldn't identify, but she agreed and off we went; woman in late 50s holding gloves in one hand and frustrated prubescent 12 year old. <br/>
As we got to her car, I had almost given up hope of seeing her gloved when Mrs. Grey turned towards me and very slowly and deliberately pulled them on. <br/>
I was in a state of bliss, so much so I didn't spot that look on Mrs. Grey's face again. My jaw must have dropped because I was snapped back to reality when a leather gloved hand gently closed my open mouth. <br/>
"Why John, whatever is the matter with you?" A mischievous smile flitted across Mrs. Grey's mouth and it was almost as if my secret plan was exposed. <br/>
Desperate now to make my escape, I was about to make my excuses when the heavens opened.<br/>
Rain, Lancashire's biggest export or so it seemed! Quickly, Mrs. Grey manoeuvred me in to her car out of the rain and jumped in to the driver's seat.
"That was close", she laughed and pulled a scarf out of her bag. She gently wiped the rain from my face and hair. I was by this stage in rapture and not quite sure I wanted this little adventutre to end. Slowly the wiping with the scarf stopped and as the rain continued to lash down Mrs. Grey wound it round it a long strip. Without saying anything she gently tied it around my wrists. Silence. Neither one of us said anything.
She leaned over and fastened my seatbelt in place and turned to start the ignition.
If I was being kidnapped this was the strangest one ever I thought, nothing like the ones on Charlie's Angels or Macmillan & Wife. This was altogether different...
The car started and off we went in to the rainstorm, Mrs. Grey saying nothing and me with my wrists tied by a rain soaked scarf...
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It's been a while since I've written any fiction, so apologies of it's a bit stilted. I'm out of practice and I need to warm up the old grey cells.
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My school it seemed was a melting pot of bad haircuts, acne, hormones and interpretations of the dress code that probably gave our Headmaster nightmares. All told there were about 1300 children from 11 to 18, bouncing around a series of prefabricated buildings that had gone up in the 1960s but already seemed on their last legs by the winter of 1979. The cold icy wind off the Pennines rattled the windows, and the building creaked every time another gust rolled across this forlorn part of East Lancashire. <br/>
My bag bounced off some idiot Fourth Former as I struggled upstairs to my last lesson of the day, Geography with Mrs. Grey. I liked Geography but unfortunately Mrs. Grey was an older lady and as such my fellow First Years had very little respect for her. Which was a shame, because despite her age I quite liked her. I thought she wasn't a bad teacher and she had one great thing going for her in my book; I had discovered to my delight she wore black leather gloves. <br/>
Now, she wasn't Miss. Scarlet who wore an exotic pair of driving gloves and had a soft vibrato voice. Or Mrs. Black who who had a tight fitting pair that disappeared up her wrists when she did playground duty. Mrs. Grey just wore a standard pair that any woman of her age wore. But she was a lovely kind teacher, so despite my classmates disrespecting her every lesson, I looked forward to my end of day lesson with her each week. <br/>
Today, we were studying Australia. A part of the world that seemed as exotic and remote as Mars when compared to our ice blasted mill town. As I made notes about the Great Barrier Reef I noticed Mrs, Grey's gloves on her desk and I began to wonder if there was some way to see her wearing them... <br/>
My reverie was broken by the bell, immediately Beverley my classmate next to me closed her pencil case and started to gather her belongings. I started to slowky do the same as Mrs, Grey attempted to shout out the details of our homework over the ensuing din. An idea quickly formed...<br/>
As Beverley gave me a quick wave and smile of farewell, my mind was on other things. My excitement was mixed. I knew I liked seeing women gloved and I also liked other things, normally associated with scenes I'd watch on The Professionals, Hawaii 5-0, Doctor Who and Z Cars. I couldn't quite describe it, but I knew it made me feel a certain way...<br/>
I slowly walked to the front of the classroom and as the last of my mates disappeared off home, I cleared my throat. <br/>
Mrs. Grey looked up and smiled, looking slightly quizzical but also something else passed across her face or did I imagine it?<br/>
"I'm sorry Mrs. Grey, I didn't hear the homework. What was it again?"<br/>
I was sure I was blushing and something was going on elsewhere but I tried to focus on my plan. <br/>
"Sydney Harbour Bridge, you need to do some research in to that". <br/>
First step complete, I made a show of asking if I could help Mrs. Grey get to her car...<br/>
Again that look that I couldn't identify, but she agreed and off we went; woman in late 50s holding gloves in one hand and frustrated prubescent 12 year old. <br/>
As we got to her car, I had almost given up hope of seeing her gloved when Mrs. Grey turned towards me and very slowly and deliberately pulled them on. <br/>
I was in a state of bliss, so much so I didn't spot that look on Mrs. Grey's face again. My jaw must have dropped because I was snapped back to reality when a leather gloved hand gently closed my open mouth. <br/>
"Why John, whatever is the matter with you?" A mischievous smile flitted across Mrs. Grey's mouth and it was almost as if my secret plan was exposed. <br/>
Desperate now to make my escape, I was about to make my excuses when the heavens opened.<br/>
Rain, Lancashire's biggest export or so it seemed! Quickly, Mrs. Grey manoeuvred me in to her car out of the rain and jumped in to the driver's seat.
"That was close", she laughed and pulled a scarf out of her bag. She gently wiped the rain from my face and hair. I was by this stage in rapture and not quite sure I wanted this little adventutre to end. Slowly the wiping with the scarf stopped and as the rain continued to lash down Mrs. Grey wound it round it a long strip. Without saying anything she gently tied it around my wrists. Silence. Neither one of us said anything.
She leaned over and fastened my seatbelt in place and turned to start the ignition.
If I was being kidnapped this was the strangest one ever I thought, nothing like the ones on Charlie's Angels or Macmillan & Wife. This was altogether different...
The car started and off we went in to the rainstorm, Mrs. Grey saying nothing and me with my wrists tied by a rain soaked scarf...
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It's been a while since I've written any fiction, so apologies of it's a bit stilted. I'm out of practice and I need to warm up the old grey cells.