Middle school teacher

I teach 7th grade health. I’m 44 years old and in good shape. I have been mistaken for a 35 year old.

I have an athletic body with 34c ** 25-30 measurements. I have long brown hair that I usually pile on top of my head. I have green eyes. I dress moderately conservative wearing mostly dresses. I have been known to wear tight form complimenting slacks and a button down blouse. Yes I sometimes show a little cleavage.

To that end I hear the boys talking amongst themselves calling me a **. I had to look that up the first time I heard it.

I’m guessing it’s the subject matter of my classes that make the boys **. There are many times when I am ‘bumped’ from behind or ‘accidentally’ groped. Yes both my ** and between my legs.

I confess there are a few boys that have attempted to reach up my dress between my legs. They wait until after class when most are gone then invent some lame reason to be that close to me. Usually it’s when I turn my back and with bend over or reach across me desk when I feel a hand on my inner thighs.

One boy is partially persistent. He has felt my ** between my legs a few times. I tell him he shouldn’t be doing that. He can get in big trouble but it doesn’t seem to dissuade him.

This week I didn’t wear **. I also shaved myself. On Friday after class he and 2 other boys lagged behind. They stopped to discuss their homework assignment. The boy closest to me knocked some papers off my desk.

I turned my back and put my left hand on the corner of where desk. I bent at the waist to retrieve the papers. My left foot came off the floor behind me opening my legs.

As I struggled to maintain my balance I felt my dress being lifted to my waist. My ** and ** were fully exposed to the boys. I felt a hand. Then another on my wetness. I think they began their reach before they realized I was pantieless.

I lost my balance and ended up on my back with my dress hiked up and legs open. When I looked up 2 of the boys stood staring at my open ** speechless between my feet.

I hesitated for a long moment and then asked the boys to help me up. All of them tried to lift me allowing their hands to fondle my ** and **. It was an awkward few minutes as one boys hand found its way inside my blouse and bra. He has a handful of my breast and **.

I warned them again that they could get in trouble for doing that. I didn’t report it. They’re just curious.

I took nudes selfies including a close-up of my **. I shaved leaving a small triangle of hair. It looked like an arrow head pointing between my legs. My face is mostly obscured. I have a pierced bellybutton with a belly button ring that’s a diamond with a small chain with another diamond on the end.

After class the persistent one remained. I asked if he has ever seen a naked woman. He said he had but online. I opened my briefcase and said I want to show him something but he could never tell anyone. He agreed. I say on the corner of my desk with my legs parted.

I took out several selfies of me but I never told him it was me he was looking at. I showed him my **, me ** from behind. You can easily see my ** and **. Then I showed him a full frontal of me.

He laid his hand on the inside of my exposed knee. I asked “what do you think?” He said “is that you?” You’re “really hot” again I didn’t tell him it was not me. Showing him my nakedness made me very wet.

He stared at the pictures and slid his hand up my leg until it rested on my **. He wriggled his fingers until they slipped inside me. I leaned back and lifted my dress exposing everything from my bellybutton down.

His eyes widened as he saw my ** art and my bellybutton jewelry. He looked at the picture again then back to my **. “That IS you.

I didn’t confirm it. I said’ I hope you liked that!’ I want to give him
My pictures. Right now it’s just his word against mine.