I'm willing to bet that a lot of you, like me, found yourselves looking at the feet of any shoeplaying teachers while you were at school. Anyone got any stories they'd like to share?

I can't recall my first ever sighting of female teacher feet, but I can remember a time from when I was 7 years old, one of my teachers (a pleasantly plump woman) was demonstrating how to pick things up without hurting ourselves. I remember she had a slightly off kilter dress sense even for the early 80s, she seemed to wear a lot of muted colours like purple or claret and looked somewhat arty. Anyway, while teaching us how to pick things up, using a tissue as a prop, as well as doing all of the usual 'bend your knees, bend over slowly' stuff, she left the best for last by slipping off her clog and using her dark brown stocking toes to clench the tissue between each toe, and lift it that way.

Best of all, she demonstrated it about three times, the clog being slipped on and off over and over. I was disappointed when it stopped, for needless to say I'd been playing very close attention...!

Anyone else got stories they want to share on this? I've got a fair bit more, aged from 9 to 19, but feel free to share yours.

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SmashTV

Hey lets hear the professor foot massager story!

Teacher in Heels Fantasy is a wonderful escape from our everyday ritualistic and stressful lives.

I will admit I do have my share of fantasies, that is after all where I get my ideas for my stories. However, fulfilling them by acting them out in a role playing game with consenting adults is the ultimate! This is a true re-account of such a scene (fantasy), that with the help of a few "close" friends I was able to bring to life.

Mrs. Demay my english teacher was a beautiful woman. She always wore a dress to school with panty hose and the sexiest shoes. Her legs were magnificent, as was her choice in high heel shoes! Often my mind slipped between what was going on in the class room and fantasizing about any number of sexual situations that I could drag her into with me.

One day during class, I was having such a twisted perverted thought while she was going over some dead poet's interpretation of life when she noticed my lack of attention and that my eyes where focused on her feet. She took delight in embarrassing me by asking me a question since I was obviously not paying any such attention to anything other than those black stilettos.
"John, at what point would you say this author realized the importance of life it's self?" She asked while moving directly in front of my desk.

Everyone in the class room looked to me I am sure. Yet I was unaware of anything going on around me. My eyes were locked in to her feet and I was in a trance. She dropped a heavy book she was holding to the floor in front of her which landed just inches from her shoes making a loud thud that snapped me to attention. I looked up to her face and her eyes met mine. I looked around me only to see the others smiling, or staring at me.
"John, I asked you a question. Where have you been?"
I looked back at Mrs. Demay, she wasn't smiling at all! "Iam sorry Mrs. Demay, I didn't hear the question."
"Maybe that's because you were looking at my feet John,and you couldn't read my lips? What is it about my feet you find so intriguing John?"
"They are beautiful" I mumbled audibly enough so she heard me.
"Excuse me?" She said seeming to take some offense as she leaned down closer to my face.
I could hear a few of the girls in the class giggle and one guy call me a loser. I just wanted to sink down and hide under my desk. The class bell ringing saved my embarrassment and everyone got up to leave.
"Don't forget your assignments!" She yelled as I too was gathering my things to leave. "Not you John, you stay right here. I want to talk with you about this behavior."
After the last student left the room, she walked to the door closing and locking it. The door had a frosted window making it nearly impossible for anyone to see anything but blurred images. I took her locking the door as not wanting to be disturbed as she reprimanded me for offending her during class. Then she walked back sitting in the desk next to me.

"John, I have noticed at many times during this semester your attention during class as be absent and you have been very distracted. I have often caught you staring at my legs and feet. I know how young men like yourself are at this age, but this has to stop. I have two boys I am raising myself, so I know what you are going through. But you can not let this interfere with your studies." She said as she leaned over and put her hand on my shoulder. "You are a bright student, and I would hate to see your sexual day dreams handicap your studies."
My face turned red. "I am sorry Mrs. Demay, I really am! You must think I am a pervert or something because I find your feet and shoes so attractive..."
"No, not at all John." she interrupted. "Many men and even some women find shoes and feet attractive. That's what's called a foot fetish."
"Really?" I said very happy to know I wasn't all alone in my desires and lust for such things.
"Yes really!" She smiled. "In fact John, I am quite flattered in all honesty that you find my feet attractive. But tell me, what do you think about during class when you are looking at them?"

All I could do was smile as I felt my face getting flush and hotter by the second. Talk about being embarrassed!
She saw how red I was I am sure, and in order to maybe help make me more relaxed, she reached over pushed back my hair, "John, you can tell me. Really, I won't make fun of you or laugh. I am your teacher and it's all part of my job. I might be able to help you to regain some self-control in the class room so you can concentrate."
I felt a chill run down my body at the mere touch of her hand across my scalp. "Well I think about what it would be like to feel your feet touching my nuts and dick. There I said it! I am sorry Mrs. Demay." I turned my head away, afraid to even look at her reaction.
She stood up and I was sure she was going to tell me to leave, but much to my surprise she went and got a chair and put it at the front of the classroom. "Come here John." Her voice went from caring and compassionate to almost demanding. I walked to the chair and was about to sit down. "I didn't tell you to sit now did I?"
"No Ma'am you didn't" I still wasn't really sure what she was up to or going to do next.
"John, do you masturbate?" she said looking straight into my eyes.
"No!" I said not wanting to admit to what every one else knew was only something losers did.
She took a hand and pulled my chin up to look straight into her eyes. "John don't you lie to me! All boys play with their cocks. Drop your pants and underwear down to your ankles right now and sit down in this chair!" she yelled. "Do it!"
Okay, I admit at this point I was totally turned on at being dominated, and being humiliated by this older woman. My cock was hard as a rock and it flopped out as I pushed my pants then underwear down to my ankles.
"Oh my Lord! Look at that hard cock." She said as she place both her hands on my shoulders forcing me to sit down. "Now John, show me how you masturbate that hard dick of yours. Jack it off for me!" Her eyes were glued to my hardon as I took it into my hand and slowly began to stroke the length of my shaft. "I said jack it off John, not tease it! Pull and tug on it harder and faster!"
"Yes Ma'am" I said as my eyes went down her legs to her feet and looked at her shoes.
I was whacking off at a full pace when she must have noticed my eyes focusing on them. "What are you looking at John? Are you looking at my shoes?"
I nodded as I was devoting all my energy and concentration to whacking off for my teacher. Then she lifted her right leg and brought the point of her shoe to the underside of my balls. She pushed her black stiletto hard underneath my sack, then raised it up pushing my balls up.
"You like that don't you John. Does that feel good?"
"Oh yea" I moaned feeling the cold shiny point of her shoe raking over my nuts while I beat off. I could see up her dress as her leg was lifted. I could see her black panty hose and my eyes followed up her thighs until they caught a glimpse of her black panties. I was sure I saw a wet spot were her slit was. I just knew she was turned on every bit as I was at this point.
She moved the pointed shoe to my asshole and began to bang her shoe into it. "Is this what you think about during my class John? Don't you cum all over my pretty shoes, or is that what you want to do?"
"Yes, oh yes please!" I was so close to cumming I was begging!
"I have a better idea." She said. She brought her foot down and took off both of her shoes. I could see each of her ten toes now through her black stockings and thought for sure at that moment I was going to explode and shoot my wad. "Stop!" She yelled. "Don't touch it anymore."
I let go and stopped beating off very reluctantly as all I wanted to do now was cum. I looked down and the there was a big droplet of clear liquid at my hole.
"Put your hands behind the chair... now!"
I did as she asked and as I did I looked back to see her balancing herself standing in front of me. She lifted her right foot again and she put the bottom of her foot on my cock. The silky feel of her stocking and the heat from soles of her feet met my ridged prick and began to rub it up and down. I didn't want to close my eyes, the mere site of her foot sliding up and down my shaft was totally bliss! God it felt so good!
"Cum for me John! I want to see it all over my black stockings." I swear I heard her moan with me as I let it go. "Oh yes! That's it John!"
I soaked her feet with my white pearly fluid, as my cock throbbed beneath her silky soles. She continued to rub and pump me until I was completely spent.
"Seems we made quite the mess John." She smiled me. "Bring me my purse from under my desk if you would please."
I hobbled to her desk with my pants and underwear around my ankles and brought her the purse. She reached into it and got out some tissues and handed them to me. "Now clean off my foot, and then clean yourself off."
Wow! I thought. I get to actually touch her foot! I took very good care in cleaning her off.
"Now John, if I don't catch you looking again at my feet during class for the rest of the school year, I will let you lick my shoes, suck my toes, and give you a bare foot job without the panty hose after class the last day of school. Do we have a deal?"
"Yes Ma'am!" I said looking up at her as I finished wiping up the last of my jizz from her foot. Lord have mercy on me, this is going to be a rough second semester!

I've had a lot of experiences with teacher's feet. My first teacher foot experience was in 7th grade. My geography teacher (who I'll refer to as Ms. S. here) was a hot blonde who always liked to wear skinny jeans and heels. I'd always see her empty heels on the floor beneath her desk, because she'd always sit cross-legged on her feet when she was at her desk. One day, during class, she took her shoes off and began picking her soles. A girl asked "Ms. S, what are you doing?" "Picking my feet, my feet are so smelly, I need a pedicure" Ms. S. replied. She then asked, "Would anyone here like to smell my shoe?" I don't know what motivated me to do this, but I raised my hand enthusiastically. She walked over to my desk, smiling, walking barefoot, wearing tight jeans and a sexy black blouse, and put the inside of her shoe on my nose. I sniffed, and it was phenonomenal. It smelt like leather mixed with cheese. I got so turned on.
Another foot experience with a teacher occured in 8th grade, with my reading teacher, a very sexy curvy black lady. It was winter, and she was wearing some very sexy high heeled boots. During class, she took her boots off and let her sweaty soles air out. I was getting so hard during class, that I knew I had to do something after. After class, and after everyone left, I went over to her desk to talk with her and ask her some random questions about class. I then unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and pretended to be tucking in my shirt (when I was actually jacking off, watching her empty boots and her sore soles). She then asked me, "Why are you fixing your pants in front of me, I'm a lady, that's bad manners". She then gave me a very seductive smile. I blushed, and buttoned up my pants, and left.

Teachers...got to love them!!! Educating most of us in the interest in our fetish. Throughout my school attendance, I had plenty of experiences with watching/gazing at the wonderful sight of my teacher's feet & later on going home...creating situations & fulfilling wonderful fantasy that are still to this day fresh in my head.
From 1st grade to 12th grade I have seen my share of dangling, shoe play, heel popping...each in there own way unique and wonderful. At one point at that time, I always imagined these teachers that teased me throughout the years would have gotten together & treated me to an incredible experience for a graduation gift. I have a few favorite teachers that made it wonderful to come to school.

1st: 8th grade Art teacher - she actually made me shoot a load in my jeans while I watched her dangle & heel pop her flats from her bare feet in the most sensual teasing way.

2nd: 3rd grade Teacher's Aid - she was performing a wonderful shoe play with her flats & bare feet. She would be sliding/shuffling her shoes forward against the floor & then quickly sliding backwards & forcing her bare feet to come out of her shoes to a stopping position with her heels extended upwards while her toes pressed into her shoes. She did this for at least 5 minutes resulting in me to stop my work & blandly look down & watch...while she sat next to me helping me with a reading problem.

3rd: 6th grade English/Reading Teacher Substitute (she allowed me to touch her feet) - started off by her accidentally rubbing her foot on top of mine under the table due to the fact that she actually was recovering her lost flat...must have been dangling. That made me pop one & I never really paid attention to the lesson from there but instead kept taking glances at her brown wear flats dangling from her white flower pattern nylon toes or watching as she constantly was playing with her shoes. At the end of class, I waited until the rest of the students left & went to her desk & told her it was hard for me to concentrate due to the way she was teasing me. She asked how, I stated...with her feet. She apologized for what happened & I asked her if she was gonna be here @ 8th period. After finding out she would, I returned at the end of that period (end of day) & asked her if I could watch her dangle while she graded some quizzes. She asked me if I had a foot fetish, I said yes. I kept bugging her for a few about a minute...when she gave in. She gave a sinister grin when she made a deal with me...since my quiz answers were terrible, I would have to earn a passing grade. The grin became more sinister as she talked (realizing she too had a fetish)...she told me to lie on the floor under the desk and smell her feet & she would change my grade depending on how well I preformed. **I should write a story about this**

4th: 6th grade Math Teacher: Now you would think that the substitute would be the one to end this list…true…but we always want what we can't have, hence my math teacher. Each day was a new experience for me, because my teacher had a total of 18 different pairs of heels/flats/moccasins. And she would dangle/heel pop/shoe play with each of them differently. I was caught several times gazing at her feet/shoes by her and each time I did, she would respond to me with either a wink and or grin/smile. There were days that I would be caught several times in a period & she would act upon it by dangling/heel pop right in front beside me (so I could inhale the air filled with her beautiful foot aroma) or standing besides one of the desks, removing her foot from her shoe & proceed to stroke the leg of the desk as it was in between her big toe & second toe. She knew of my fetish (obviously) but when she did either of those acts, I would completely lose control & asked to be excused to the bathroom so I could wack-off.

At times I wish I would have been as bold as I was with the substitute, but for some reason, I think it was best to leave it be & enjoy what I couldn't have…I know crazy!!

Back when I was 9, my teacher was a bubbly, young ,attractive blonde, Miss D. Everybody wanted her to be their teacher, as she had a reputation for fun classes and an enthusiastic approach. She would normally wear red open toed sandals with flesh coloured/white tights, though she wasn't a shoe player at all. However, she would always change from her shoes to trainers for P.E lessons, and I would sneak quick peeks at her feet as she did so.

Returning from one P.E lesson, though, she noticed that one of her shoes was missing, and walked around in stocking feet, asking who had it. Nobody seemed to know where it was, and her patience soon wore thin. I was staring at her feet the whole time, as she paced the classroom, asking who had it, stocking soles slapping against the hard floor, getting her tights dirty. I was loving all of this, but then she said that if her shoe wasn't returned, we'd all stay behind. Now I wan't enjoying it so much!! However, nobody seemed to know where it was. As she grew more irate, she sat at her desk, feet now hidden from view, and then somone saw her shoe. It was hanging from a window opening pole, and it turned out that another teacher had placed it there as a joke. I was eternally grateful to him....!

A few months later, Miss D was asked by three girls from another class for help with a math question. They were doing measurements, and needed to measure her. Miss D agreed, and as she stood up asked if she'd have to take her shoes off. My desk was immediately in front of this incident, and as soon as I heard it I whirled around, taking an interest. Miss D was in trousers, but the tops of her feet and her toes were visible. As the girls went to work with a tape measure, I stared at Miss D's feet, pretending to be interested in what was going on. Miss D noticed, and told me to get back to work, which I did....as soon as her shoes went back on! A thought then occurred to me; the whole year was doing the same sort of maths work, so surely, then, I could soon get the chance to do the very same project and measure Miss D....

Which happened a few months later still. I turned the card over, and it said 'Ask your teacher if you can measure them, and then....' I'd switched off at that point, as I knew this was my chance to be close to Miss D's feet! Would they smell? Should I tickle them? Was it okay to stare!?! Taking a deep breath, I went up to Miss D's desk where she sat doing some paperwork, and asked her for help....

'Er....Miss? I've got a maths card here, and it says I need your help...'
'Yes? What does it say?'
'Er....that I need to measure you...measure your height....' (*trying to keep my voice as natural as possible!*)
'Oh...well, I'm rather busy at the moment, could you ask someone else? Julie? Are you busy? Can you come here...'

And that was that, my big chance gone. I measured a girl called Julie, who I did make take her shoes off and stand around in white socks, but it wasn't the same. However, several years later I used this same 'maths test' in secondary school, but those stories are for another time.

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SmashTV

My next encounter with Mrs S came later in the year. I had by now grown used to Mrs S's foot-playing, but still enjoyed it immensely. She'd normally wear quite brightly coloured tights (it was 1987, so that'd be about right), but on this occassion was dressed in a black jumper, black skirt and dark purple/black tights. I find darker tights a turn on, and so was eagerly anticipating the shoe removal that was surely to come. I wasn't disappointed as about half - way through the lesson Mrs S began to stretch her legs out under her desk, exposing a stocking heel, just resting the shoes on her toes before almost discarding them altogether. My eyes were constantly darting from notebook to her feet, seeing them slip in and out of her shoes, before I decided to go and get a closer look. I 'accidentally' snapped the lead in my pencil (no jokes, please), and then went to sharpen it over the bin near to where her feet were.

I must have sharpened that damn pencil for about a minute too long, as I watched trance-like at the shoeplay going on in front of me. Heels, toes, insteps, all but the soles of Mrs S's stocking feet on display. It was wonderful, but I daren't stay too long. Unfortunately, the pencil in my hand wasn't the only pencil that was sharp, and I had to walk back to my desk hoping that nobody would notice my by now throbbing erection...!

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SmashTV

Still at the age of 14, I was in an IT lesson (this is in the late 80s, so the PC industry was just beginning to take off) where we were being taught about spreadsheets. The teacher Mrs H was a serious shoe player, as I'd seen her slip her shoes on and off under the desk in other lessons, heels and a bit of sole often exposed, but never the whole foot. She wasn't overly attractive, with short dark hair and glasses, but had a quite sexy air of authority. She wore a grey suit, black blouse, faint black tights and black heels, and was explaining how data could be stored in a table, read appropriately, set in a certain order etc. She then suggested we do a format of our own, using a certain subject and take it forward throughout the week.

I'm not sure why, but I decided to go for teacher heights....! Seriously, though, the idea just popped in there, more so just to ask my teacher to remove her shoes than anything else. The guy I was working with thought this was a good idea, and I insisted on asking Mrs H to participate. She was talking to a male teacher at the time, and I apologised for interrupting, but explained we'd come up with the idea of height....and would she mind taking her shoes off to be measured? I remember gesticulating at her feet when I asked, and Mrs H was happy to accomdate, as after all it was part of the lesson. She stooped down to take her shoes off, which was a rather clunky affair as they were black suede clog type shoes, with a huge metal buckle on that needed loosening. My heart was racing, but I was quite reassured that Mrs H was willing. She eventually got her shoes off, stamped and shuffled her feet on the floor, and stood against the wall. Her feet were quite big, and the toe band on her tights was quite pale, making her black tights look slightly purple/bluey. I got a large ruler and pretended to measure her, starting from her feet and working up while the male teacher gave me a funny look...!

Mrs H was very patient throughout the whole thing, and had seemed happy to help. Once I was finished I jokingly said that she 'could put her shoes back on now if she wanted', which she sadly did!! I went back to my desk, still slightly stunned as to what had just happened; I'd actually asked a teacher to take her shoes off to fulfill my desires, and she'd complied. I spent the rest of the lesson in a daze, but then a thought hit me; if one teacher had done it, then maybe that meant some others would? It was the end of the school day, so it was too late to put this idea into practice. However, there was always the future....!

To be continued....

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When I was about 13 or 14 I was in a science lesson, and we had a long examination to sit through. All the pupil's heads were down and the classroom was silent, save for the sound of pens writing frantically on paper. The teacher, Mrs L, was a short, stocky woman in her mid 40s who at times could be pleasant and funny, but woe betide you if you got on the wrong side of her. Although with hindsight, that 'domineering' side is quite sexy...anyway, I had always pictured her as a shoeplayer, but as she spent most of her time sitting at her solid desk, it was impossible to tell. She was wearing an orange jumper, black skirt, black tights and black heels.

The exam went on, until two distinct clattering noises broke the silence. The instantly recognisable sound to all foot lovers of discarded shoes hitting the floor!! I was sure she'd just kicked her shoes off behind her desk!! My desk was nowhere near hers, however, but I had to check to make sure if my instincts were correct. I got up from my desk, and went to the coat stand, under the pretence of getting something from my coat. As it was an exam, who was going to think any different? The coat stand was parallell to the teacher's desk, albeit about three metres away. As I got there a quick sideways glance confirmed my suspicions. Her shoes were lying empty on the floor, with her stocking heels resting off the bar of her stool. My heart raced, and I intentionally slowed down the charade I was doing at my coat, sneaking peeks at her feet as she sat there unaware of my desires.

I returned to my desk, but couldn't get the image out of my head. Besides, I'd only seen her heels, and wanted more! I repeated the coat stand routine, still stealing glances, but then made up my mind to see her feet. Instead of taking the same route back to my desk, I went behind Mrs L's, which was a slightly unwritten rule; you don't go behind the teacher's desk EVER. As I got closer, I knelt down and pretended to do my shoelace up, and from my view I had a near perfect view of her stocking feet, her heels at my eye level and a pretty good view of her soles. I was lost as I took in the view, until a voice snapped me out of my dream.

'What are you doing?'

SHIT! She must have realised I was looking! How long had she known for? I could think of only one thing to say.

'Er....nothing, miss. I was just tying up my shoelace....'



She looked at me suspicously, before telling me to sit back down, which I did in a hurry. I did try to see if her shoes were still off when we left the room, but to no avail. It was a lucky escape, but there were other teachers I had my sights set on....

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SmashTV

At the risk of taking over this thread, here's another story.

High on the successes of my new found trick to get teachers to remove their shoes in the name of science, I decided to try my luck with some of the other teachers. The other two I had got on well with, but there were others I had my sights set on. The only problem was that I had no familiarity with some of them, as I had no classes with them. One such teacher was Miss H, a pleasantly plump, smiley faced woman with pleasant disposition. Sometimes she'd dress like a kids TV entertainer from the mid 80s (big jumpers, cordouroy trousers and brightly coloured shoes), while at other times she'd dress in short skirts, heels (boots if it was winter) and opaque black tights. Guess what attire she was wearing when I asked her for some assistance...?

It had just gone hometime, and I'd seen Miss H walking around the place throughout the day in heels and skirt, and mulled over the possibility. She was wearing black heels, opaque black tights that looked super smooth, a black skirt and a chunky dark purple and red jumper. Like I said, I'd never had her for a lesson in the four years I'd been at the school, so it seemed odd to ask her out of the blue. However, that was exactly what I did! I actually met her by chance in one of the corridoors, and decided in that split second to go for it. I asked her if I could 'borrow her' for a while, and ushered her into the nearest classroom, which was empty. She looked at me curiously, and I explained the situation of the 'science experiment', and if she'd mind taking off her shoes. She laughed slightly, amused and bemused at what I'd asked her to do, but happily complied.

I remember her shoes (black suede heels) came off very gracefully, as if she was stepping out of them. I gently pushed her shoes to one side, grabbed a ruler (the classroom was in the maths block, so there were plenty of measuring tools around) and placed it near her right stocking foot. Her feet were very cute and dainty, very rounded and well formed. However, as Miss H was in opaque black tights (my favourite! Does that make me weird...!?), I was determined to try and enjoy this chance as much as I could. I bent down as far as I could go, to make sure that ruler and foot were in alignment. In doing so, I made sure that my fingers gently (but not blatantly) touched against her heel and outline. The soft material of her tights felt glorious against the edge of my hands and fingers, and she didn't flinch, so maybe she wasn't ticklish. However, I didn't want to force my luck, so I got on with the task at hand.

As she put her shoes back on after 'measuring' her, I thanked her for her time. Although only about two minutes had transpired, I was worried about getting caught or seen, but thankfully I'd gotten away with it again! As we left the room, I felt compelled to cover up any awkwardness, and said that I hope she didn't mind helping me and being asked to take her shoes off (yeah, that's normal!!) She said not to worry, and that she'd 'had many an odd demand' in her time. Bless her...!

Hope you enjoyed, guys.

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1st Grade Teacher: I developed my fondness for female feet, when I was in the 1st Grade.  I have a 1st grade teacher who would also walk around barefoot.  I was attracted by her arches, foot jewelry, and this glossy sheen covering her feet.  To pinpoint a specific day, the day when I realized that I had a thing for feet, was one day in which I had recess detention. 

I remember entering the classroom to find my 1st grade teacher eating her lunch with her cocoa butter drenched feet on her desk.  At the time, I honestly thought that that reclined position with the trotters up on a desk or table was unprofessional at the workplace, but she didn't seem to mine.  It appeared as though, since I was the only kid serving a sentence that day, her relaxed stance would be okay.  At least, that's what I think her justification was. At any rate, she seemed rather humbled by the sight of a empty classroom.  So much so, that she recited, the usual ominous phrase, "Take a seat and take out something to read!" in a rather jolly tone.  I took out something (a Hustler mag...lol jp.  Probably a Goosebumps scenario book) and unknowingly read the literature upside down.  "Unknowingly", because I wasn't reading at all.  In actuality, I was engaged in a stare down with her thick sexy soles fidgeting back and forth on her desk.

2nd Grade Teacher: We called her, "Mother Goose", because she had a last name that phonetically sounded like 'Goose', simple enough. Anyway, this is when my fetish drive went into sixth gear (Oooh Yeaaa  ).  MG, we shall call her, had the sexiest looking feet (that I've seen in person).  They looked similar to these:  Absolutely perfect!  I remember her going barefoot every single day.  The class day would begin as follows: she would come in, walk over to her desk, slip off her mules, walk over to the eraser-board and begin to teach.  I remember one class period when we got to watch, "Bill Nye".  She turned off the lights and allowed us to sit on the floor.  It just so happens that I chose the spot in front of her desk.  On that day, I indulged in thee most amazing foot-play, foot rub, dangle I have ever seen for about 45 mins.   In all, I don't think I learned a single thing that year, but then again, what is there to learn in the 2nd Grade? Cursive? (fuck that shit.)  I thing if I learned anything, it was to bring a pencil, so.........that I could drop it on the floor and gaze at her feet.

Some Blocker: "Yo Will, can I borrow a pencil?"
Me: "Go fuck yourself!"
Some Blocker: "I'm telling Mom!"
Me: [Ignores]

I would even stay after the bell rang to help organize desks, so that I could watch her walk around on her gifts from above. 

3rd Grade, 4th Grade, 5th Grade: The "Hammer Toe" and "Man-Feet" Era

I twiddled my thumbs up until middle school.

6th Grade: I always thought elective courses in middle school were rather pointless.  Mainly, because at my school, you couldn't earn high school credit for it and you had to take the shit all over again. Luckily, I had a distraction to past the time, Ms. Deitrich, a young salacious chemistry teacher who had a thing for open high heels.  Nothing special occurred with this one.  She just had nice feet and wore high heels a lot. Oh, except, one day, a student brought her pet rat (lol the bitch was originally from DC, what do you expect?  Probably caught that shit on the way to school.) to class and I remember Ms. Deitrich screaming, as she awkwardly hurdled a desk.  She lost a shoe and I was able to get a sole view, but I wasn't fully paying attention (because that nigga from Chucky Cheese was running loose in classroom).

7th grade: Lol put on some Handel, preferably, "Hallelujah".  This was the greatest time of my life.  Three teachers had my full undivided attention, "Ms. Cruz (a sexy El Salvadorian), Ms. Crowl (a sexy Caucasian), and Ms. Khan (a sexy Indian), all in there twenties. Each one of them had dick-numbing features, pretty face, sexy feet, ass, and hooters.  And each one of them wore skimpy clothing (we're talking butt floss, see-through shirts, tight skirts, and tight jeans).

I had Ms. Cruz for a summer class and she was incredibly nice and flirtatious.  She would always grab her chair and slide it to the middle of the room, in the open, in front of our desks, and dangling her flip-flops and slides, while talking about something I should have paid more attention to.  During the school year, when I had her has my Science teacher, I barely got to see her soles or her round booty jiggling in a silk skirt because she turned into a total maniac.  I got sent out of class everyday for just about nothing.  It appeared as though she was paranoid or concerned that I might be in a gang or invoke violence (Clutch your purses, dude in a hoodie).

Ms. Cruz: "Empty Your Pockets!"
Me: "Wait a second..." [finishes sentence in head, "...can you even *+%!*@@ that?"]
Ms. Cruz: "'Wait', what?!"
Me: "You Gotta Frisk Me First." [Winks]
Ms. Cruz: "Out of my classroom!" [Points to the door]


[To Be Continued On A Later Date]