From German Teacher To Class Slut Part 8211 2
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So, I was out in the sun at a crowded and bustling Thane station, wearing a short sleeveless t-shirt. Without a bra, my nipples straining against my t-shirt, under the order of 9 of my own students. Anyone who looked at me for more than 2 seconds could guess what was happening.
Just 4 hours back I was at home, all dressed up head-to-toe doing pooja (worshiping). And now here I was a conservative Sindhi girl, almost naked, on display for the entirety of Thane station. On the way out, the owner of my class (yes, the open-minded lady) had seen me hurrying out like that.
She had called out to me asking what I was doing. She had seen me in the morning (when I was positively wearing a bra) and had commented on my clothing too (about she thought it was bold, but how she didn’t mind). What was I supposed to say!
I made some lame excuse about how my bra was too tight and uncomfortable and how hot it was and I had rushed out. I know I was going to face heat for that later. What would she have thought? “Anyway back to the task at hand,” I thought, “I need to grab lunch and hurry back asap.”
But I also had to ensure not to make any quick movements or walk fast. Because then my boobs would be all over the place and my short t-shirt would ride up. As it is my nipples were now getting wet and were slowly becoming visible through my cotton tee.
My back was already wet and sticking to my t-shirt fully. Yes, my back was on full wet display for everyone to see. But I was hoping against hope that the same doesn’t happen with my front too! I started walking towards the restaurant to grab a vada pav (burger) or something.
I had to accept that I was hungry as well. The usual restaurant I go to is a famous vada-pav place just outside the station. It was a 5 minutes walk but it felt like eons. I could feel every man, boy, auto driver, bus drivers’ eyes were on me. Not every day do you see a fair, hot girl in nothing but a wet, short, sleeveless t-shirt, right?
I somehow reached the restaurant. There is a coupon system there wherein we had to buy a coupon for the food from one counter. The food-service counter was a couple of feet away. And both counters were shit-crowded, ‘people pushing each other’ crowded.
“So I am going to have to be in contact with people twice,” I thought, never having to pay attention to these things before today. Usually, I don’t even get a second glance. I just get pushed back. But it was different today! Somehow everyone in the crowd made way for me.
“What was wrong?” I thought, “This never happens!” I looked down and I was shocked! That 5 minutes walk had made my entire t-shirt wet with sweat from the front side too! I should’ve known! My entire upper body was now visible to everyone. My boobs, light brown nipples, my stomach, everything!
These guys were making way for me so that they can trap me in the middle and do – I don’t know what! Soon I found out. I was surrounded by almost 5 men, all middle-aged. Everyone rushing to place orders. But with me in the crowd, the rushing increased. I knew it was just to press my now visible body.
Ignoring all this, I reached the counter. Even the guy at the counter was eyeing me like a piece of meat. I raised my hand ahead to give the money to place the order. This meant my armpit was slightly exposed. In that instant I felt a caress, a brush wiping off my armpit.
I immediately turned around helplessly to see who it was but couldn’t make out. Encouraged by my inability to pinpoint the culprit, I felt more hands on my body, caressing everything they could in public. My waist was grabbed and felt, my boobs were groped, pressed hard, my neck fondled (which is a major turn-on point for me) and my ass squeezed.
Every second felt like an hour with so many random strangers exploring every inch of my body. But I finally bought the coupon for one vada-pav in a dizzy and pushed my way out of the crowd. I hurriedly looked down at myself. “Shit!” I thought, “I could just as well be standing here completely naked.”
Owing to the rush and the humidity there was nothing left to hide anymore. It was as good as being topless. The t-shirt I was wearing was now completely drenched and was sticking tightly to my body. Every inch of my body was clearly visible to anyone who cared to give me a second glance.
And boy, did I get more than that! Who was going to leave a chance to stare and lust about a fair, slim, hot girl standing topless at the station? “Have to get through this!” I thought. Plus I was hungry too and needed to eat something to endure whatever was going to come in the second half with those 9 guys.
So I endured once again the crowd and minor groping. I went to the left-side section of the place where there is a place to stand/sit and eat. I was rather embarrassed by all this. Just a week back I was a German teacher who just wanted to brush up on her German skills and appear for the next level of exam.
And now look at me! A topless slut, standing at a crowded restaurant in public! And why? Because her very own students blackmailed her! As I was thinking all this and having my lunch quietly, something happened which I absolutely did not expect. I saw my uncle (yes my dad’s brother) walk in!
I was shell-shocked and I was hoping to God he doesn’t see me. I bowed my head down. I continued eating nervously, hoping I don’t hear that familiar voice. At that very moment, I heard, “Pranali?” My heart had started beating loudly. “What is going to happen? What am I going to tell him? Should I tell him the truth? Will he tell my dad?’’
Thoughts were racing through my mind all the while he was walking closer to me. He always looked at me like a kid. This was definitely going to change today. “Pranali, I almost didn’t recognize you,” he said with a hint of alarm in his voice while eyeing me head to toe, “You have changed!”
“No uncle, ye to bass aisehi!” I replied looking down, not being able to meet his gaze. “Ýou are all grown up now,” he said eyeing my body, giving special attention to my exposed breasts and curves. I did not know what to say. ‘’It’s okay, Pranali,’’ he continued gently caressing my entire arm from top to bottom slowly.
A chill ran down my spine.”What was he doing?” I hung my head down, embarrassed. He held my chin and raised my face. It was an old habit of his to buck up someone. But today with me standing in front of him all vulnerable, it felt kinda sexual.
“Why is your hair so messed up? Theek karo isko (adjust them),” he said. Indeed, my hair was a little messed up due to all the pushing and pulling while placing the order. So without thinking twice, I raised both hands, removed the rubber band which was holding my hair in 1 pony. I started adjusting my hair.
Suddenly everyone went silent! “Shit!” I thought, “What have I done?” I had specifically made a mental note to not raise my hands even a bit due to this ridiculously short t-shirt. But the uncle’s order made me forget all that for a second. Something happened which should not have.
I was standing in a restaurant with both my wet armpits fully exposed, my hands stretched out. My wet yellow t-shirt now gave a cheeky glimpse of my navel and waist as I continued tying my hair. All eyes were on me like I was putting on a show just for them.
My uncle remained calm through all this as if thinking something intently. “What is he thinking?” I panicked a bit. But in this restaurant, I at least had a grownup with me. That realization calmed my nerves a bit. My uncle too like others was watching me, my armpits, my breasts, my waist.
But not hungrily like others. As if he was planning something for me (that story is something else entirely!) Finally, I finished tying my hair and put my hands down. The restaurant started buzzing with activity again. Suddenly my uncle placed his right hand on my waist.
He said, “Pranali, come home with your family this weekend, It has been so many days since I and your father talked.”
“Okay uncle,” I said with a small smile but my mind was racing with a hundred thoughts. “Why does he suddenly want me to come home? Does he want to tell my dad that his daughter is parading half-naked in public?” While thinking this I kind of forgot about his big hand on my slender waist.
I was brought back to reality when he pressed my waist a bit and started feeling it around, then and there in public. “Uncle? Kya kar rahe ho? (what are you doing?),” I asked nervously. “Kuch nahi beta (Nothing kid),” he smiled sheepishly when releasing my waist after a final grope.
“See you next weekend,” he said and left. I was standing there embarrassed, to the public in the restaurant I was just a slut! A man had come, I had exposed to him, he had manhandled me and left! For me, the horror was more real because he was my own uncle!
And after that grope, I was more concerned about his intentions and about his invitation to his home. As I was still feeling the pressure of his hand on my waist I wondered, “What was he going to do with me?” for a second. But then assured myself thinking, “He is my uncle and has seen me grow up all these years. He won’t do anything like that.” (Where I was dead wrong!)
I was immersed in my own thoughts. I was jolted back to reality with a firm pull on my right hand. Someone had grabbed me and was pulling me in his direction. I raised my head and saw one of my students. “We were worried about you! Where were you for so long?” he scolded me.
The student scolding the teacher! But at least he was concerned. “Thanks,” I muttered. “What?” I thought suddenly, “Why am I thanking this guy?” He was the reason I am in this position right now! I was surprised at myself. “Was I becoming a submissive?”
2 weeks back ‘submissive’ was just a word I knew. And look at me today! Thinking about what plight awaited me at my uncle’s house, I walked back briskly with one of my students leading the way. My boobs bouncing all along due to this very guy taking away my bra!
I was partly relieved to get back into the building of the class. Somehow I was relieved to get back into the class in such skimpy clothes with those 9 guys! “What is happening to me?” I thought helplessly. I climbed the stairs being watched by my student in that now transparent tee.
My boobs bouncing, “Am I becoming a submissive?” the thought flashed into my mind. I felt my pussy getting wet again.
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