Ben took the retro canister of desire, or whatever the Chinese man called it, and took it to desk where Ms B was sitting. She had a pair of 1950ish glasses on, her black hair back in a functional bun and her body covered in a black summer dress with white dots. The very top of the curves of her breasts were visible up close.
Ben asked a few phrases in Spanish to get Ms B talking, then he explained that he had found this perfume in his grandmother's attic would she be interested. Students giving Ms B gifts were nothing knew, she was called Ms Booty behind her back, with a practiced, fatigued way she rebuffed Ben. Ben had planned for this, remembering the tale of the Chinese man who became a Japanese General.
He with deliberate eagerness turned the nozzle towards his teacher and sprayed. A thin white mist hung in the spring sunlight, kind of like morning dew, that landed lightly onto her face, glasses and her upper chest including her breasts. She sneezed and her glasses slipped and landed on the floor. A predator instinct took over Ben has he happened to spray her twice into her exposed eyes and breasts.
The Desire slipped through the pores of her skin down to her body and into her blood. She started to feel a tingling in her breasts as her nipples hardened, she squirmed her legs together holding them with her hand as her pussy raged with a fire she had never known before.
More sneezing and her left breast was exposed, clad in a blue sky bra its lacy appearance clashed with the black of her dress and her glasses. Like someone wearing a suit and tie under mechanic's overalls. The boys ogled and the girls giggled. Confused she ran from the room, stuffing her breast back into her top and sobbing with a emotional storm of desire, confusion and anger stronger than anything she had felt in her worst teen years....