Teachers you watched dipped
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Teachers you watched dipped
Im know we all done it LOL! My favorite was my good looking Spanish teacher she wore classic suede tan pumps usually. She also wore these one inch heel shoes with the toe sticking out. So when she dipped it was a great experience because she would do it once and a while.
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How did I miss this post? 
My face is red FF, sorry. To make up for it I'll post a couple of very long winded stories about my experiences with two grade school teachers. Here goes:
It was 1979, I was in 6th grade, and her name was Patricia. She was very pretty, in her mid to late 20s and had just replaced the rather uptight teacher we'd had up to that point. Short, with dark hair, she always wore pantyhose and high heels. This was the beginning of the 1980's, a truly wonderful time for women's fashions!
Anyway, Patricia had this pair of brown, open-toed slingbacks that she would wear from time to time. I was already hooked on this type of shoe from the famous Three's Company episode. Patricia never did anything with them until one day...
We were taking some sort of test, and I'd finished long before the cutoff time. I was sitting about ten feet in front of Patricia's desk, and I could just see underneath it. I saw her moving her feet around (I always looked), and then they disappeared.
A few seconds later her empty slingbacks hit the carpeted floor just in my view. Instantly I had a lump of excitement in my throat and my pants. This was too good to be true. I just HAD to figure out a way to see her feet.
So, being the good little student I was, I got up and started cleaning up the classroom. I was picking up paper on the floor, straightening books, etc. Moving around the front of her desk on hands and knees picking up paper, I looked under the desk and saw that one of her empty slingbacks was lying crooked against the other.
I took a chance and reached under the desk, slowly moving her shoe so that it stood upright. I thought she might see me do this somehow and put her foot on my hand to stop me. Unfortunately it didn't happen.
In a few minutes time I'd maneuvered myself behind Patricia's desk. She had her small pantyhosed feet pulled up under her chair and crossed at the ankles. As a result, I could see her smooth nyloned soles. Picking up the odd bits of paper around her desk, I made sure to "accidentally on purpose", brush my fingers against her feet. She made no effort to move away. I did this a couple of times before whispering an apology to her.
I wasn't really sincere in this, I was just trying to get her attention. She thanked me for cleaning up the classroom and asked me jokingly not to tell on her since she had her shoes off.
If I knew then what I know now, I'd have told her the only way to keep me quiet was for her to put her foot in my mouth! Ha! Well, I suppose I'd have had a 50-50 chance of being expelled or really becoming the Teacher's Pet. She liked me anyway since I was into science (which was her specialty) and an A student. So maybe I had a better chance than I thought? Oh well, I'll never know.
The next year I managed to get one of the teachers to let me look at and hold her high heel. Her name was Susie, and she was a fourth grade teacher. A new hire like Patricia, she was in her mid to late 20s. Unlike Patricia, Susie was, as they say, "smokin' hot", and I think she knew it (on the 10 scale, Patricia was a 7, Susie was a 9). A dress, nylons and heels were her standard outfit. She had a dazzling smile and a body to match.
Here's what happened: each day a teacher would perform lunch monitor duties: one inside the cafeteria and one outside watching the field (we were in 7th grade now so we didn't call it a playground anymore, it was a "field", ha ha).
When Susie would have duty as the field monitor (once every few weeks) she'd sit near the buildings in the shade, somewhat isolated from everything and everyone. I'd see her cross her legs and dangle whatever high heel she wore that day (she always wore pumps, slingbacks or mules). With her skirt invariably hiked up from her leg cross, it was truly a wonderful sight for a budding adolescent like myself.
For a couple of weeks I racked my brains for a way to approach her. Even at that age I knew that liking a beautiful woman's legs, feet and high heels wasn't an accepted practice, and that I'd have to indulge myself though subterfuge.
So I finally came up with a plan for the next time she had lunch monitor duty. I got a basketball and let it roll over towards her from an angle she couldn't easily see. It looked like I was using one of the goals behind her and that the ball had gotten away from me on a rebound.
I said hello to her, made a bit of small talk (as much as a 7th grader can make with a 20something teacher: ("So babe how about that Dow Jones huh? Stocks are really rebounding now that Carter's almost out of office eh?"). Ha ha.
Well, I pointed to her dangling mule. It was blue, leather and had a flower design over the vamp. "Miss Susie those nice shoes, but the heels are really high. How can you walk in those things?" This line has become standard for me ever since when I want to turn the conversation to a woman's legs/feet.
To my surprise she plucked the mule off of her painted nyloned toes and handed it to me. She pointed out the flat bottom and how the weight was on the ball of her foot. So there I was, holding her high heel, my thumb on the still slightly warm sole (I'll never forget that) and her bare stockinged foot on display for me.
I tried not to stammer as I thanked her and put the mule back on her foot, making sure that I again "accidentally on purpose" brushed my fingers against her red toes. I also made sure the mule was dangling, and she made no effort to correct this.
I had to get out of there quick because I was very excited. The basketball I held in my other hand covered said excitement. The school year ended a few weeks later and I wasn't able to do anything else.
I did see Susie that summer though at our church (I went to a school run by one church, while we attended another church across town). She was wearing a black dress, nylons and was dangling one of the slingback high heels she wore. I was with my parents and we didn't sit with her, just walked by the pew. I made eye contact with her, I don't think she recognized me, but I did get a smile.
I'd never seen her at our church before, and since she was alone I hatched a new plan. The next week I convinced my mom to let me go to mass by myself, hoping Susie would be there. But alas she wasn't.
I don't know what I would have done had she been there, but I'm sure my devious young mind would have come up with something ("Let's have lunch after mass babe. Oops, I dropped my napkin under the table, oops I dropped my fork, oops I dropped the salt shaker", something along those lines maybe. I was pretty optimistic huh?).
Unfortunately I never saw Susie again. Rumor had it that she was fired at the end of the last school year because she'd used corporal punishment on a misbehaving boy. (Fem Domme tendencies perhaps? YUM!)
Too bad, she was quite inspirational to my young fetish lust. One of the many things I thought about over that summer was how I could talk my 8th grade teacher into letting me "help ou" the teachers of the lower grades for a few hours a day. And you know which teacher I wanted to help out right? Yes, I was becoming quite the dirty young man.
Oh well, that's my teacher story. Enjoy the attachements.
DP
My face is red FF, sorry. To make up for it I'll post a couple of very long winded stories about my experiences with two grade school teachers. Here goes:
It was 1979, I was in 6th grade, and her name was Patricia. She was very pretty, in her mid to late 20s and had just replaced the rather uptight teacher we'd had up to that point. Short, with dark hair, she always wore pantyhose and high heels. This was the beginning of the 1980's, a truly wonderful time for women's fashions!
Anyway, Patricia had this pair of brown, open-toed slingbacks that she would wear from time to time. I was already hooked on this type of shoe from the famous Three's Company episode. Patricia never did anything with them until one day...
We were taking some sort of test, and I'd finished long before the cutoff time. I was sitting about ten feet in front of Patricia's desk, and I could just see underneath it. I saw her moving her feet around (I always looked), and then they disappeared.
A few seconds later her empty slingbacks hit the carpeted floor just in my view. Instantly I had a lump of excitement in my throat and my pants. This was too good to be true. I just HAD to figure out a way to see her feet.
So, being the good little student I was, I got up and started cleaning up the classroom. I was picking up paper on the floor, straightening books, etc. Moving around the front of her desk on hands and knees picking up paper, I looked under the desk and saw that one of her empty slingbacks was lying crooked against the other.
I took a chance and reached under the desk, slowly moving her shoe so that it stood upright. I thought she might see me do this somehow and put her foot on my hand to stop me. Unfortunately it didn't happen.
In a few minutes time I'd maneuvered myself behind Patricia's desk. She had her small pantyhosed feet pulled up under her chair and crossed at the ankles. As a result, I could see her smooth nyloned soles. Picking up the odd bits of paper around her desk, I made sure to "accidentally on purpose", brush my fingers against her feet. She made no effort to move away. I did this a couple of times before whispering an apology to her.
I wasn't really sincere in this, I was just trying to get her attention. She thanked me for cleaning up the classroom and asked me jokingly not to tell on her since she had her shoes off.
If I knew then what I know now, I'd have told her the only way to keep me quiet was for her to put her foot in my mouth! Ha! Well, I suppose I'd have had a 50-50 chance of being expelled or really becoming the Teacher's Pet. She liked me anyway since I was into science (which was her specialty) and an A student. So maybe I had a better chance than I thought? Oh well, I'll never know.
The next year I managed to get one of the teachers to let me look at and hold her high heel. Her name was Susie, and she was a fourth grade teacher. A new hire like Patricia, she was in her mid to late 20s. Unlike Patricia, Susie was, as they say, "smokin' hot", and I think she knew it (on the 10 scale, Patricia was a 7, Susie was a 9). A dress, nylons and heels were her standard outfit. She had a dazzling smile and a body to match.
Here's what happened: each day a teacher would perform lunch monitor duties: one inside the cafeteria and one outside watching the field (we were in 7th grade now so we didn't call it a playground anymore, it was a "field", ha ha).
When Susie would have duty as the field monitor (once every few weeks) she'd sit near the buildings in the shade, somewhat isolated from everything and everyone. I'd see her cross her legs and dangle whatever high heel she wore that day (she always wore pumps, slingbacks or mules). With her skirt invariably hiked up from her leg cross, it was truly a wonderful sight for a budding adolescent like myself.
For a couple of weeks I racked my brains for a way to approach her. Even at that age I knew that liking a beautiful woman's legs, feet and high heels wasn't an accepted practice, and that I'd have to indulge myself though subterfuge.
So I finally came up with a plan for the next time she had lunch monitor duty. I got a basketball and let it roll over towards her from an angle she couldn't easily see. It looked like I was using one of the goals behind her and that the ball had gotten away from me on a rebound.
I said hello to her, made a bit of small talk (as much as a 7th grader can make with a 20something teacher: ("So babe how about that Dow Jones huh? Stocks are really rebounding now that Carter's almost out of office eh?"). Ha ha.
Well, I pointed to her dangling mule. It was blue, leather and had a flower design over the vamp. "Miss Susie those nice shoes, but the heels are really high. How can you walk in those things?" This line has become standard for me ever since when I want to turn the conversation to a woman's legs/feet.
To my surprise she plucked the mule off of her painted nyloned toes and handed it to me. She pointed out the flat bottom and how the weight was on the ball of her foot. So there I was, holding her high heel, my thumb on the still slightly warm sole (I'll never forget that) and her bare stockinged foot on display for me.
I tried not to stammer as I thanked her and put the mule back on her foot, making sure that I again "accidentally on purpose" brushed my fingers against her red toes. I also made sure the mule was dangling, and she made no effort to correct this.
I had to get out of there quick because I was very excited. The basketball I held in my other hand covered said excitement. The school year ended a few weeks later and I wasn't able to do anything else.
I did see Susie that summer though at our church (I went to a school run by one church, while we attended another church across town). She was wearing a black dress, nylons and was dangling one of the slingback high heels she wore. I was with my parents and we didn't sit with her, just walked by the pew. I made eye contact with her, I don't think she recognized me, but I did get a smile.
I'd never seen her at our church before, and since she was alone I hatched a new plan. The next week I convinced my mom to let me go to mass by myself, hoping Susie would be there. But alas she wasn't.
I don't know what I would have done had she been there, but I'm sure my devious young mind would have come up with something ("Let's have lunch after mass babe. Oops, I dropped my napkin under the table, oops I dropped my fork, oops I dropped the salt shaker", something along those lines maybe. I was pretty optimistic huh?).
Unfortunately I never saw Susie again. Rumor had it that she was fired at the end of the last school year because she'd used corporal punishment on a misbehaving boy. (Fem Domme tendencies perhaps? YUM!)
Too bad, she was quite inspirational to my young fetish lust. One of the many things I thought about over that summer was how I could talk my 8th grade teacher into letting me "help ou" the teachers of the lower grades for a few hours a day. And you know which teacher I wanted to help out right? Yes, I was becoming quite the dirty young man.
Oh well, that's my teacher story. Enjoy the attachements.
DP
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You have to remember that these two were the extreme exception to the rule. Every other teacher I had in elementary, middle and high school was either young but unnatractive, or old and unattractive.
There were a couple of nice looking teachers in my high school, one even who habitually wore blue pumps and hose, but I was never in any of their classes.
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There were a couple of nice looking teachers in my high school, one even who habitually wore blue pumps and hose, but I was never in any of their classes.
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I had another teacher in second grade named Miss Gray she was pretty blonde.She wore these classic maroon flats and when she slipped her foot out of her shoe it was smooth like butter.She was the first teacher I watched dip.So during reading time we could go anywhere in the classroom to read.....and of course I was always right behind her desk funny how young you can be and think of schemes LOL!...ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO DIPPING.
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I remember one time during mass, around the summer time with all those sandles my hot teachers were wearing 
. Anyways, this really hot teacher was standing and leaning on the wall. I was sitting on the outside as closest to her...THANK GOD FOR THE SEATING PLAN! 
She was like a metre away from me. Omg when I saw her feet, those nice toes were painted perfectly with red and her feet overall looked soooooo silky!! Well during the time the priest was talking about his story. My hot teacher removed her feet from her shoes and started to kinda play footsie with her other foot. She was stretching them, curling them...omg i was already hard within seconds. I was so tempted to unzip my pants and rush right to it. God she is so sexy and I wished I could bang her and her lucious toes.
BTW, I have a black and white picture of her too, she is about 27 years old i think (Very young I know that).[/img]
Oh and the image...that star looking thing...ignore that lol
. Anyways, this really hot teacher was standing and leaning on the wall. I was sitting on the outside as closest to her...THANK GOD FOR THE SEATING PLAN! She was like a metre away from me. Omg when I saw her feet, those nice toes were painted perfectly with red and her feet overall looked soooooo silky!! Well during the time the priest was talking about his story. My hot teacher removed her feet from her shoes and started to kinda play footsie with her other foot. She was stretching them, curling them...omg i was already hard within seconds. I was so tempted to unzip my pants and rush right to it. God she is so sexy and I wished I could bang her and her lucious toes.BTW, I have a black and white picture of her too, she is about 27 years old i think (Very young I know that).[/img]
Oh and the image...that star looking thing...ignore that lol
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[ENG] Teachers you watched dip
Dp, those were great stories.. I had a couple of experiences of my own. One was with a piano teacher and 2 in high school.
Here is one the experiences in high school:
I had this English teacher named Miss Lipp. Tall and leggy. She wore different types of shoes but one time she wore blue high heels. This was a small classroom and she would stand up at the front and lean against the wall instead of the podium which was in the corner. One day I noticed she wore these blue heels and she was standing right in front of me. I kept watching and voila...she lifted one of her pretty stocking feet out of the shoe. She wore red nail polish. What a rush. I could tell they were new pumps; the brand name stamped on the inside was clearly visible.
She kept sliding that foot in and out, often times rubbing it along the top of the shoe. Then she would repeat this with her other foot; what a sight. A couple of times at the end of the class I would approach her at her podium and I told her I had a couple of questions. So she stood there and dipped away, dropping each pump with a "thud" as it hit the linoleum floor. I think she actually got off on that. I could watch her leg go back and she would lift her foot about a 6 inches in the air and let her shoe drop. A couple of times I put my foot back there so it dropped on my foot. She did that a few times w/o realizing that I was looking at her feet and not the classwork. I said to her "new shoes and sore feet?" She said "yes". I told her that I liked her choice of nail polish and she looked at me sort of oddly. I asked her if she would like a massage and she politely declined. I persisted but she said they "weren't that bad". I also told her I liked her pumps. She thought that was strange too. Anyway, after a couple of incidents like that, I think she realized I was into the shoe/foot scene.
There was another time in high school. It was French class and there was this cute teacher who always wore pumps. She would always stand and walk around. When she stood still, she would balance herself and slip one foot out of the pump, move her foot around, then slide it back in. She would repeat with the other foot. I must have been staring at her feet because after a couple of incidents like that, she stopped doing it.
I had a piano teacher who was really a looker. always came dressed up. She would sit at the end of the bench and cross her leg, One time I commented "nice legs". She smiled politely and tried to hide them. But I guess she got tired of that and just let the one leg cross. She would run her fingers up and down that leg and occasionally pushed the pump off her heel and rub her arch. I got so excited I totally messed up what I was supposed to have been playing. She would never dangle but she would often rub her leg and sometimes the underside of her foot. Great view. I enjoyed this for almost 2 years. I actually looked forward to piano lessons which I hated. My parents couldn't figure it out my enthusiasm for taking lessons on an instrument I hated. They figured I had a "crush" on her. Well they were close...too bad I couldn't take some pics. But after 2 years and basically learning nothing new, my parents and teacher decided to call it quits. I was a terrible student. never wanted to "practice". I was just enjoying the wonderful view. Time was up but it was a pleasure while it lasted.
Here is one the experiences in high school:
I had this English teacher named Miss Lipp. Tall and leggy. She wore different types of shoes but one time she wore blue high heels. This was a small classroom and she would stand up at the front and lean against the wall instead of the podium which was in the corner. One day I noticed she wore these blue heels and she was standing right in front of me. I kept watching and voila...she lifted one of her pretty stocking feet out of the shoe. She wore red nail polish. What a rush. I could tell they were new pumps; the brand name stamped on the inside was clearly visible.
She kept sliding that foot in and out, often times rubbing it along the top of the shoe. Then she would repeat this with her other foot; what a sight. A couple of times at the end of the class I would approach her at her podium and I told her I had a couple of questions. So she stood there and dipped away, dropping each pump with a "thud" as it hit the linoleum floor. I think she actually got off on that. I could watch her leg go back and she would lift her foot about a 6 inches in the air and let her shoe drop. A couple of times I put my foot back there so it dropped on my foot. She did that a few times w/o realizing that I was looking at her feet and not the classwork. I said to her "new shoes and sore feet?" She said "yes". I told her that I liked her choice of nail polish and she looked at me sort of oddly. I asked her if she would like a massage and she politely declined. I persisted but she said they "weren't that bad". I also told her I liked her pumps. She thought that was strange too. Anyway, after a couple of incidents like that, I think she realized I was into the shoe/foot scene.
There was another time in high school. It was French class and there was this cute teacher who always wore pumps. She would always stand and walk around. When she stood still, she would balance herself and slip one foot out of the pump, move her foot around, then slide it back in. She would repeat with the other foot. I must have been staring at her feet because after a couple of incidents like that, she stopped doing it.
I had a piano teacher who was really a looker. always came dressed up. She would sit at the end of the bench and cross her leg, One time I commented "nice legs". She smiled politely and tried to hide them. But I guess she got tired of that and just let the one leg cross. She would run her fingers up and down that leg and occasionally pushed the pump off her heel and rub her arch. I got so excited I totally messed up what I was supposed to have been playing. She would never dangle but she would often rub her leg and sometimes the underside of her foot. Great view. I enjoyed this for almost 2 years. I actually looked forward to piano lessons which I hated. My parents couldn't figure it out my enthusiasm for taking lessons on an instrument I hated. They figured I had a "crush" on her. Well they were close...too bad I couldn't take some pics. But after 2 years and basically learning nothing new, my parents and teacher decided to call it quits. I was a terrible student. never wanted to "practice". I was just enjoying the wonderful view. Time was up but it was a pleasure while it lasted.
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Those were some amazing experiences dude!
Im a little jealous tho...You actually when up to your piano teacher and said..."Nice Legs"??? OMG!!! At my old high school, saying stuff to a teacher like that...= EXPULSION!
Occasionally, I was sooo tempted to blurt out, "I WANT YOUR FEET!" to any hot teachers I had before...But now they are probably old with dry and wrinkly feet. I havent seen one teacher lately, from my high school, ever since my graduation. So I have no clue what they look like now.
Im a little jealous tho...You actually when up to your piano teacher and said..."Nice Legs"??? OMG!!! At my old high school, saying stuff to a teacher like that...= EXPULSION!
Occasionally, I was sooo tempted to blurt out, "I WANT YOUR FEET!" to any hot teachers I had before...But now they are probably old with dry and wrinkly feet. I havent seen one teacher lately, from my high school, ever since my graduation. So I have no clue what they look like now.
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[ENG] Piano teacher
No, that piano teacher came to the house. But she was really attractive and she was always dressed up. I kept looking at her leg and feet and she knew it so she tried to keep them out of my sight. But it must have been a comfortable position for her because she kept on crossing them. When it rained she wore slip on booties over her pumps, but she didn't want to wear them into the house since they were wet and yet it was a pain to pull her shoes out of them. So part of the time she just wiped them off on the doormat and the other part of the time she would just pull her nylloned feet out of them and walked in. She seemed embarrassed to be walking in her nyloned feet but we made her feel at ease about it.
What a turn on. Pretty feet. I could hardly take my eyes off them.
When nobody was looking, I took a whiff of her boots and the smell was intoxicating. Probably sounds gross but it wasn't offensive at all. Getting her shoes back on turned out to be a little more difficult than pulling them out. The bootie over shoe was a snug fit like it is supposed to be, so we ended up helping her get her foot back into her shoe. What a great 2 yrs.
What a turn on. Pretty feet. I could hardly take my eyes off them.
When nobody was looking, I took a whiff of her boots and the smell was intoxicating. Probably sounds gross but it wasn't offensive at all. Getting her shoes back on turned out to be a little more difficult than pulling them out. The bootie over shoe was a snug fit like it is supposed to be, so we ended up helping her get her foot back into her shoe. What a great 2 yrs.
