Female school teacher and best friend

"Auntie! Mommy and Daddy are sneaking off to play again! Just the two of them!" My adorable daughter immediately clung to Aunt Juan's leg and loudly complained as soon as she saw her. Juan,

wearing a miniskirt and showing off her long, fair legs, smiled at me, then knelt down and hugged the girl softly, asking if she wanted a younger brother or sister.

The daughter tilted her head, thought for a moment, and replied that she wanted both.

So Juan told her that Mommy and Daddy weren't sneaking off to play, but were going to help her choose a younger brother or sister.

This was very important; Mommy and Daddy had to go themselves and couldn't leave it to anyone else.

Hearing Juan's explanation, I blushed, afraid my daughter would ask further why she couldn't go choose her own younger sibling.

Fortunately, although my daughter is smart, she's still a bit clueless about many things, so Juan easily sent her off to play, saying that Auntie needed to discuss something with Mommy in the living room.

Juan has been my best friend since high school.

With her beautiful face and great figure, she was a strong candidate for captain of the marching band back then, but ultimately lost by a narrow margin to me, who was prettier, sexier, more alluring, and more likely to arouse men.

Juan was a few months older than me and hadn't had children yet.

Because of her mature face and demeanor, she looked like she was in her early twenties, a little younger than her actual age.

On the contrary, I had recovered extremely well after giving birth; my face, skin, and figure were like those of a young girl, making me look much younger than Juan.

Even though Juan's large breasts were already secreting abundant, sweet milk, my waist was still very slender, and even my junior high school cheerleading skirt still fit me well, only because my buttocks were rounder and perkier than they were then, making the already short skirt a little too sexy.

After graduating from university, I taught at a prestigious girls' high school for several years, while also serving as the marching band instructor.

Because I looked so young and immature, whenever new guards moved in, they would mistake me, in my civilian clothes, for a transfer student reporting for duty.

Even though I'm tall, have long legs, and wear light makeup to make myself look older, and I'm dressed in a knee-length pencil skirt suit like a female teacher, the new security guards always assume I'm the newly recruited marching band captain, a leggy beauty. They're all eager to take me to the office to report to the teachers.

Having just graduated from university, I'm not much older than the students, and besides, I look so young and pretty that no one would doubt that I'm an active-duty high school student.

So every year, the girls in my marching band like to take a group photo with me in my full marching band uniform at graduation, then show the photo to their friends and family to see if they can recognize which one is the teacher.

When I entered high school, with my large breasts and slim waist, I was already more alluring and seductive than all the senior girls.

However, these days, girls develop better and better, and some even wear padding under their tops, so just looking at the photos, everyone's figure is very sexy. You can only guess who isn't a high school girl from their faces and the long legs exposed under their miniskirts.

I had quite a few fans in my marching band back then, but no one would have guessed that their goddess would still look so young after graduating from university.

So even if you ask people who recognize me, they often mistake the girl in the photo for my goddess's cousin, making it harder for them to guess correctly.

On the day of my long-awaited romantic date, I got up early, took a nice shower, and then locked my husband out of the room while he was making breakfast. I hid in the master bedroom by myself and put on the super sexy lingerie that Juan and I had picked out a few days ago, following her advice.

Seeing myself in the mirror, looking like a pure young girl in her late teens, with a slender and delicate white body, wearing an incredibly seductive one-third-cup bra and lace lace panties that barely covered my vulva, I blushed and my eyes were filled with a seductive allure. My heart was filled with excitement and anticipation for the date ahead.

Because I didn't want my husband to see that I was wearing a dress suitable for going out over my extremely provocative lingerie, and then wrapped in a long-sleeved, knee-length trench coat, covering my body completely except for my fair, clean legs,

I figured I wouldn't get too hot. Anyway, there's air conditioning at home and in the car, so I wouldn't be bothered. If my mother asked, I could just say I needed sun protection and wouldn't be forced to take off the trench coat.

At breakfast, my daughter was still a little reluctant to give up and wanted to go pick out a little brother or sister with her parents.

However, she was also happy to see her loving grandparents, so after breakfast we quickly got in the car and took her to her parents' house.

My parents knew their beloved daughter and son-in-law had a good relationship, so whenever I blushed and told them I wanted to go on a date, they would readily take over looking after their granddaughter so the young couple could go have fun without worry.

When we arrived at my parents' house and got out of the car, my daughter was holding one of our hands, one on each side.

But as soon as she saw her grandparents, she cheered, dropped us, and ran to hug their legs.

My husband took my daughter's hand, which had just been released from her grasp.

My mother smiled, while my father maintained his usual deadpan expression.

My face flushed, I chatted sweetly with my parents for a while, then kissed my daughter goodbye. With barely concealed shyness and joy on my pretty face, I got into the car with my beloved husband and drove away.

At the agreed-upon time, my husband drove to the outskirts of the city and parked the car on the side of the road.

Still wearing my trench coat, my face still red, I got out of the car and retrieved my wheeled suitcase.

My fair legs, exposed outside my trench coat, clad in incredibly sexy stilettos, moved gracefully and charmingly as I walked to the back of the car, which was already parked there.

The man driving was Juan's husband, named Jing.

His beautiful wife was in the back seat, adjusting her dress and teasing me, who was blushing. Then Juan turned to her husband and sweetly said, "Have fun! Don't be too rough with the goddess!"

After changing clothes, Juan, wearing a miniskirt, got out of the car with her bare, fair legs and her luggage, and went to meet my husband.

Although it wasn't the first time our two couples had swapped partners, I always blushed and felt incredibly shy whenever I was alone with the tall and handsome Jing, as if it were my first time on a date with

a guy. Even though my husband had already trained me to enjoy sex and we'd watched countless embarrassing pornographic films together, I, as a wife and mother, felt like an innocent, virginal young girl in front of Jing. Even when he held my hand, I felt an electric shock of excitement and sweetness, as if we were just starting out in love.

Knowing that his wife was particularly prone to shyness, my husband picked up Juan and drove off.

After his car was completely out of sight, I gave the man beside me a charmingly coquettish look, my pretty face flushed, and I loosened the belt around my waist, gracefully taking off my knee-length trench coat to reveal the thin-strapped, low-cut tank top and light, pleated skirt I had specially chosen for him that day.

Jing is an incurable leg fetishist, utterly obsessed with the leggy captain.

Unfortunately, when he met me, she already had a boyfriend she was engaged to—who is now her husband.

So, although Jing always considered me his goddess, he never pursued me before marriage. It wasn't until that embarrassing incident that led to our first-ever couple swapping that Jing, now married, began to actively pursue me, trying to please me and win me over, hoping to make his goddess feel his deep affection and earn a little bit of her heart, which was already tightly bound to her husband.

Jing loves seeing his goddess wearing shortened versions of girls' high school uniforms, cheerleading outfits, or captain's uniforms.

However, today is a holiday, and wearing a high school uniform to the beach isn't appropriate, so I, along with Juan, chose this outfit—somewhat resembling a high school girls' club activity outfit, but incredibly lewd and excessively revealing—a sexy tennis outfit that completely exposed my alluring breasts, slender waist, and long legs to him.

Because I usually get along with the marching band girls like friends at school, even though I'm over twenty, I don't feel out of place dressing up as a high school girl.

And under Juan's tutelage, my makeup and hairstyle for work lately have become increasingly mature, quite different from my youthful and pretty bare face.

I'm already very beautiful and sexy, and my pretty face still carries the alluring glow of post-coital passion, so as soon as I arrived at the beach, this beautiful and seductive high school girl attracted the attention of all the men. Jing also played the role of my escort client, leading the goddess by the hand to a relatively open area to set up the parasol and folding chairs.

The two-day, two-night weekend exchange had just begun, so Jing and I weren't in a hurry to meet Juan and the others.

Anyway, they were already on this beach, and we could create a chance encounter anytime.

From the front, the one-piece swimsuit I was wearing was similar to competitive swimming attire; apart from the low neckline and high side slits, it wasn't particularly revealing.

However, the men on the beach all the way from the parking lot had already noticed me—a stunningly beautiful woman with a completely bare back, slightly exposed side breasts, smooth, white skin, large breasts, a slender waist, and long, shapely legs. So when I gracefully and alluringly leaned onto the folding chair and shyly pulled down my swimsuit straps, the density of men around the parasol was significantly higher than a few minutes earlier.

Jing, his penis throbbing, pulled out sunscreen and carefully applied it to every inch of my goddess's body under the envious gazes of the crowd. He even reached forward and rubbed his hand on my incredibly soft breasts, making me moan softly.

After applying the sunscreen, Jing and I stayed inseparable under the parasol, playing in the water, playing in the sand, and building sandcastles.

A few adorable little girls ran over and built a sandcastle with the pretty older girls. They cooperated very well with us, so their fathers, gleefully seizing the opportunity, each grabbed the best spot, their eyes glued to the girls' soft breasts, bare backs, and beautiful legs. I was so embarrassed that my hands trembled several times, and I almost flattened the sandcastle I had just built.

Because I was already surrounded by little girls and their fathers, Juan and my husband didn't squeeze in and went ahead to the hot spring hotel where we would be staying that night.

Jing and I played sweetly until evening. After the sun dipped into the sea, he gently draped a warm towel over my goddess and held me tightly by the waist as we left.

The hot spring hotel served dinner until nine o'clock, so we had plenty of time. After a leisurely shower and change, we drove from the beach to the hotel in the cool evening breeze, accompanied by romantic and soft music in the car.

Jing had booked a suite for us, a Japanese-style room with an open-air hot spring. After having a Japanese dinner in the room, we changed into yukatas and went to the lounge to play ping-pong.

A shapely, sexy girl wearing a yukata while playing ball easily exposes her beautiful breasts, so my husband quickly joined other men to stand opposite me. Behind Jing, a group of men stared wide-eyed, admiring the beautiful girl's exposed cleavage and tender breasts as she played ball, her hips swaying seductively.

As I bent over to serve, exposing more of my breasts, I casually and softly said that I needed to go to bed early tonight and couldn't stay out too late because I had to get up early to go hiking tomorrow.

I wondered if those pants would dry; if they didn't, I'd have to wear a miniskirt for hiking tomorrow.

Jing, swinging his racket, understood perfectly and loudly replied that he had already asked the front desk for a morning call, so he wasn't worried about staying out late.

He then leered and said that a beautiful, sexy girl like me with such great legs could wear a super short skirt to hike without any problem. If I really didn't want to expose myself, I could just wear a thin jacket.

My husband is a pervert who enjoys having his beautiful wife ogled by other men. The miniskirt hike tomorrow morning was something he had already arranged with me, so although I was very, very shy, I couldn't cancel.

Jing and I subtly yet overtly promoted our hiking trip in the lounge, confident that many men would follow us the next morning, eager to peek at the goddess's short skirt and beautiful legs.

Although Jing said it didn't matter how late we stayed out, it was better to stay awake while hiking. So, back in our room, Jing and I splashed around in the hot spring, embracing and kissing passionately, and made love a few times. Then, at midnight, we showered, lay down on the prepared blankets, and fell asleep sweetly in each other's arms.

The next morning, I changed into a tight-fitting sports shirt, a pleated mini skirt, and plain running shoes that I had specially prepared for hiking. I tied a thin jacket around my waist, making it look like a knee-length skirt, almost only revealing my calves, so it wouldn't seem like I was deliberately exposing my body and flaunting my sexiness.

However, a jacket isn't a real skirt, and those men could easily admire the beauty's almost naked thighs from a slightly different angle. They could even deliberately stand behind her and peek at the goddess's exquisitely beautiful vulva under her mini skirt from below the hiking trail.

Juan, perhaps exhausted from being with my husband last night, was nowhere to be seen this morning. Only my husband, pretending to be a stranger, with dark circles under his eyes, joined the others in front of the hotel.

Last night's impromptu announcement was more effective than expected; the crowd was almost entirely male, ninety-nine percent of whom had gotten up early to peek at the stunning beauty.

Although I was wearing a jacket around my waist, everyone could see how short, sexy, and alluring my skirt was underneath.

Although the hill wasn't high, the temperature was still quite low. Once the goddess's alluring body got too cold, she could unbutton her thin jacket and put it on, allowing them to fully appreciate the goddess's lewd ass and tender white thighs under her miniskirt!

To carefully observe everyone's reactions, my husband walked at

the back of the group, glancing up at my beautiful wife's seductive skirt while engaging in lewd discussions with the strangers next to him about the beautiful, sexy, long-legged girl in the short skirt ahead. They analyzed why she, with her pure and sweet face, would wear such a short and lewd skirt to climb the hill—it was as if she was trying to seduce everyone into gang rape.

Many of the men hiking with me were unaware of the trends in online pornography, so my husband proudly offered his analysis, saying that some perverts just love being cuckolded. Even though their girlfriends or wives are incredibly beautiful, these weirdos want their women to be ogled or even gang-raped by more men. He guessed that the high school girl in front of us was in that situation; her boyfriend was definitely a pervert.

Because my thin jacket didn't block out the light as much as I'd expected, the numerous men behind me clearly saw my almost completely naked, alluring skirt, so I didn't take it off until we reached the summit.

Anyway, they'd seen everything they were supposed to see, and I could still maintain a sliver of innocence, so they wouldn't all see me as a slut.

On the way down, I deliberately pulled Jing to the front of the group so that those behind couldn't see under her skirt.

Finding it amusing, after walking a short distance, I took off my jacket and put it back on, letting my short pleated skirt flutter in the wind, teasing and enticing the large penises of the men behind me.

However, after walking a little further, I immediately blushed and realized my mistake.

Because both hiking trails are two-way, although we came up one way and went down the other, many people or tourists were climbing in the opposite direction.

Seeing the male hikers approaching from afar, heads held high, eyes gleaming and noses bleeding, I was so embarrassed I wanted to die. But taking off my coat at that moment would seem too deliberate, so I could only tightly hold my skirt with my small hands, trying not to let the men below see any more.

I comforted myself, telling myself that if a girl is just showing her thighs, then wearing a short skirt and wearing shorts are no different.

The trail halfway up the mountain is narrower and has to accommodate two-way traffic, so for safety reasons, the guide didn't allow anyone to cut in line or run around.

However, as we approached the end and the hot spring hotel came into view, the trail widened.

So the men who were originally at the back started making excuses to run down, scrambling towards the exit, then stopping every now and then, turning around, pretending to catch their breath, while simultaneously tilting their heads high to peek and admire the glimpses of the beautiful legs under the skirts of the goddesses.

I was so embarrassed I wanted to die, but I had to keep my hands on my skirt and couldn't take off my coat at this moment.

Plus, because people kept cutting in line, Jing and I slowed down, and we quickly fell from the front of the line to the middle or back.

What made me both angry and amused was that my wretched husband was standing not far below, drooling and lecherously staring at people's skirts like an idiot.

Just the night before last, he was making love with someone in bed and ejaculated inside her several times, and now he was acting like a complete stranger.

Even if anyone had any doubts, seeing his lecherous, idiotic behavior, they wouldn't believe he was actually my husband.

Under the lecherous gazes of many men at the exit, I shyly walked down the mountain step by step, and returned to the hotel with Jing.

Although I had imagined that wearing a miniskirt while hiking would be embarrassing, being stared at by so many men, besides the intense shame, actually gave me a kind of vain satisfaction.

It was like being the captain of the marching band in high school and being leered at by all the men—that kind of experience became much less frequent after starting university.

Since I started teaching at the girls' school, it had been a long time since I'd been surrounded by so many men at once.

Because I hadn't fully satisfied my desires at the hot springs last night, and those men's lecherous gazes had reignited my passion, Jing and I made love non-stop until just before checkout at noon. We hurriedly washed up and stepped out of the room, our hair still damp.

The hotel's meal voucher was valid for breakfast and lunch, and we only needed to pay the difference.

With slightly damp hair and thin clothes, I once again attracted the lecherous stares of all the men in the restaurant.

My skirt was already incredibly short, and with those sexy stilettos, my bare thighs naturally arched slightly upwards as I sat down, allowing the men in that fan-shaped area in front of me to easily admire the alluring beauty beneath my skirt.

Lunch was a buffet, and you had to help yourself to everything. Wearing a super short skirt that barely covered my crotch, and carrying a plate and tongs, I often couldn't completely cover my underwear. Inadvertently, more of my underwear would be exposed, allowing those lecherous men to see the sexy lace panties under my skirt, and the incredibly alluring vulva revealed through the sheer fabric.

Because we hadn't had a chance to introduce ourselves, Juan and my husband had been pretending to be strangers.

When Juan, pretending to be his wife, noticed my husband staring at me lecherously, she stepped on his foot and started arguing with him, angrily saying in a slightly loud voice that that slut must be a promiscuous high school escort, otherwise why would she wear such a short skirt, such lewd panties, and not even dry her hair, letting her one-third cup bra show, and going out alone with a man so much older than herself?

Although Juan completely voiced the thoughts of all the women present, arguing in a restaurant wasn't appropriate, so she quickly quieted down, only forbidding her husband from looking in our direction.

As a beautiful high school escort who was insulted by the older woman, I naturally had to retaliate with all my might. So, ever since Juan spoke up, every time I got up to get food or brought back a plate, I would deliberately walk past my husband and Juan's table, swaying in my super short skirt and stiletto heels, making a clicking sound so that my husband could enjoy a close-up

view of the alluring beauty beneath her skirt. The woman who spoke out was met with such a seductive retaliation; it seemed her husband was completely captivated by the slutty high school girl. The other women were silenced, none wanting to be the next target.

She was simply being horny in front of her husband, showing him her little cunt that she'd been using for years.

But Juan, blushing and trying to suppress her laughter, must have seemed like a grenade about to explode to the other women.

After these two incidents, no other women in the restaurant bothered me anymore.

Their boyfriends or husbands would love for the goddess to stay at the restaurant; no one would want to make a fool of themselves. Besides, they all wanted the special treatment my husband received—the chance to enjoy the alluring table service from the beautiful-legged goddess every few minutes.

From yesterday's beach trip to today's luncheon, we firmly imprinted the image of the goddess as a high school girl in the minds of everyone present.

That way, even if someone sees me at an all-girls school in the future, they'll be able to distinguish me from the elegant and dignified beauty I'm portrayed as a promiscuous escort girl because of my age, profession, temperament, and attire.

[The End]

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