Janice's Naked Journal

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Tuesday, May 6

Brent rode with me to the school. We shared a kiss in the parking lot before heading to our entrances. Ms. Simpson was waiting at my classroom door. I smiled, "Show me you're not wearing panties." She lifted her skirt to show me her bald pussy. I smiled, "Wait for me in your classroom."

I set my stuff down, my bag in a desk drawer then headed up to her classroom. She kinda waited, and soon students started arriving. I waved the first boy through the door to join us. Ms Simpson looked at me as I asked the boy, "Would you mind squatting in front of Ms. Simpson and removing her skirt?"

He grinned, "I'd love too."

As students were coming in I said, "Take your time, now."

He squatted, eye level to her pussy. Fumbling with the hook on her left side one handed, he finally got it. He and I both picked up on the scent of sex. Then he pulled the zipper down a bit at the time. Hands on both sides, he slowly lowered her skirt, tugging this side then the other, ever so slowly. It was so obvious she was getting wet before even seeing it. Then her skirt fell to the floor. His nose was inches from her pussy, dripping wet, drops forming on the floor. Her juices were about to drip on her thighs as she was about to lift her feet out of the skirt.

The students watched him wipe some of the juices on a couple of his fingers for her, starting a couple waves like a shudder through her body. With a deep breath, she stepped out of her skirt. He inserted the fingers in his mouth and tasted her juices. I smiled as he grabbed the skirt wiping more of her juices as he could get quickly, sending a couple more quick waves of pleasure through her body. Then he stood up. I smiled, "That's yours. A souvenir."

He went to his seat with a huge grin. Ms. Simpson was bottomless, glistening pussy about to drip again, in front or her class before the start of school. I learned getting stripped by a student in front of class really got her going, and quickly. I left for my classroom. My students were all there. They gave me applause, hoots and comments as I entered the classroom. I took my bow and started the lesson.

First period went great. When the bell rang ending class, I followed my students out, and headed to Ms. Simpson's classroom. She laughed when I stepped in, "He never lost that grin, all through class." She hadn't lost the strong scent of sex.

Her second period students started entering, and I waved the third boy over to us. I smiled, "Would you mind standing in front of Ms. Simpson and slowly removing her blouse? Enjoy it."

He giggled, "I've dreamed of doing that." Ms. Simpson grinned looking at me as he started with the the top button, spreading the blouse apart as much as it would go. Then he did the same with the next button as students entering watched. He spread her blouse open more, then the next button. Her scent started filling the room again as he was just about to expose her nipples, as he spread her blouse more.

She was wet, her juices spreading on her thighs drawn tight together at the knees. Then with the next button and he struck gold. Looking at her nipples from up close, he had to touch them briefly in front of the class. And another shudder went through her body as he paused, circling her nipples with his fingers a few seconds as she drew in a deep breath. She was soaking wet as he slowly undid the three remaining buttons, opening her blouse and pulling it down her arms. I smiled, "It's yours. A souvenir."

He held it in front of his crotch to hide the bulge in front of his shorts heading to his seat in front of the other students. Ms. Simpson, drenched to her knees that were about to buckle, was totally naked and glistening before the start of second period. Trying to gather her wits, she was getting huge applause, hoots and compliments. I quickly headed to my classroom, to my loud applause, hoots and comments just before the bell. I took my bow and started the lesson.

My second and third period classes went really well. Then I headed to Ms. Simpson's classroom with the 'Nude for Knowledge" girls. Ms. Simpson was smiling, having a great day, but quickly made a run to the girls restroom to clean up. I got on my BASU iPad and checked messages on the portal. I had a short message from Tracy, 'This is great!'

I replied, 'I'm glad you're having a good time.'

I had a message from Sarah, the reporter, 'Hi Ms. Butler. Doing an interview with Tracy and Sarah tomorrow at 4:00pm. Care to join us? We could meet in your office.'

I replied, 'Hi Sarah. I'd be glad too.'

I checked the BASU club and activities listing. There was "Nudie Nerdettes' listing me as the sponsor. Sarah and Tracy were listed as contacts. Their club is legit.

I waved at Ms. Simpson and headed to my classroom. My afternoon classes went great. I had a couple questions during my slow walk during the homework section of fifth period, and that was it. After last bell, I followed my students out and locked the classroom. Brent met me at my Jeep, and we shared a kiss.

Then we waved at Ms. Simpson as she exited the building naked. I watched her walk to her car, an older Beetle convertible. I flagged her down. Smiling, she lowered the window. I smiled, "You should have the top open when you're driving naked."

She laughed, "Duhhh." Then she lowered the top and windows before pulling out. I hoped she had a long drive in heavy stop and go traffic.

We headed home. I poured wine, and we headed to the outdoor table to start on grading two days of homework while talking about our days. We worked awhile, then Brent fired up the grill. We put together enough food for three, prepped and ready to slow cook on the grill. The food starting to cook, we got back to work grading homework.

The driveway alarm went off, and soon Stacy walked out on the back porch, still in heels, "Anything need doing around here?"

I shook my head, "Dinner is on the grill. Get undressed and join us."

Only wearing heels, she kicked them off, laughing, and sat at the table, "Visited two contractors today. I had their undivided attention and swayed them to use our products. That was fun. But, I'm still looking forward to the new job, trying the city life." After more conversation, Stacy removed the food from the grill and plated our dinners, serving us dinner. Then she took care of cleanup, did a load of laundry while doing the floors.

Brent and I finally finished grading all that homework. The three of us got in the hot tub. After an hour relaxing with a second glass of wine, Stacy rinsed off to call it a night. She was heading to the Sacramento area early tomorrow, visiting two large contractors.

Brent and I rinsed off shortly after she left, closing down the porch and carrying everything in. Grabbing a couple cold waters, we headed upstairs for our nighttime routines.

Then I slipped in the bed with Brent, rolling him on his back. I straddled him, leaning over to give him a long passionate kiss, then another long, deep passionate kiss. He was ready for me to lower myself onto his hard dick. I slowly, short stokes getting a bit longer each time, I stroked and rocked, him teasingly, me teasingly. I wanted to hold myself back while getting him to build an intense orgasm.

Slow down, stop for a kiss, make him squirm for more, trying to hold back my orgasm. I could tell that twitch was coming, really picked up the pace, getting him groaning loud, me ready to go over the edge. I felt the twitch of his dick, letting out a scream, stroking through my orgasm without thinking. He erupted with his shot after shot of hot cum. Then we started to breathe again.