Miss Parks began breathing heavily as she slid her fingers up her snatch. I got up and moved to where I could better enjoy the show. Her legs were spread about as far as she could get them and she was squeezing her tits with her spare hand. Her hips were rocking and she let out short gasps as she worked herself into a faster rhythem.
I was tempted to have her notice me right as she came, but instead walked down the hall and let myself out as she moaned ecstatically. I turned around and rang the doorbell and waited. After a while I rang it again, then knocked. Inside I could faintly hear footsteps and the door opened.
Miss Parks had pulled on a tanktop and a pair of running shorts. She was sweaty and except for the smell I might have assumed she'd been working out instead of mastrobating.
"Joe? What are you doing here?" Miss Parks looked uncomfortable. Not only was I spoiling her afterglow, she was wearing much more revealing clothing than she ever had at school.
"Hi Miss Parks," I said, "I wish you'd let me in." I smiled as she stepped back and opened the door. I couldn't hear the TV, maybe she'd muted it or something.
"Sure Joe, is something wrong?" She shut the door and stood with me in the entry way. The smell of her sweat, perfume, and lust was nearly over powering. She was barefoot, and still a bit taller than me, though that just meant her tits were closer to my line of vision.
"No, it's just--I wish I could tell you what's happened this morning, and you'd help me figure out what to do next!"