EroticReverie

"He is a TOTAL perv."  Mel whispers as us and the rest of our classmates do jumping jacks. 

"Like..we..." Mel breathes between each one. "don't know WHY, he makes us do jump..ing jacks...for like...ten minutes." 

I laugh as I feel the reasons Mr. James loves to make the class do jumping jacks bouncing in my sports bra. 

Okay, so jumping jacks were a total normal warm up and everything, but it was no secret that Mr. James had a wife with huge fake tits, like, extremely large. So he was totally a boob man. So it only made sense that most of the warm ups, involved movements that made our breasts bounce. At least that's what we liked to tell ourselves when we gossiped about it. 

"Seriously...when my..girls...are sag-ging...at twenty - two...he's paying..for my...breast...lift" Mel says and I burst into laughter, my arms dropping and she giggles as she jumps and Mr . James looks to me. 

"Carter... Is there a reason you're not doing the warm up with the rest of the class?" His voice is loud and Mel pinches her lips shut, hiding back her laughter.

"no sir" I laugh, and start up my jumping jacks again. 

"Bounce those babies" Mel whispers to me. 

I burst into laughter again. 

"CARTER!" His voice startles me and I look to Mel and her eyes go wide and she keeps doing her jumping jacks. 

"To the front!" he yells at me and my classmates laugh. Guys and girls alike letting out little taunts of "oooo" as I slink through the bodies of waving arms and make my way to the front of the group. 

"Sorry Mr. James." I say. 

His eyes glare, unamused as I stand at the front. 

"Continue your warm up Carter" he says calling me by my last name. 

I begin my jumping jacks again, in my white sneakers, and black school issued gym shorts, and grey t shirt. Which normally hung loose on me, but today I'd forgotten mine, and had to borrow an extra from Mel, so while our waists were essentially the same size, our tits, were NOT. And it was evident in the way the small shirt clung to my breasts, and curves. Even with the assistance of my sports bra, it wasnt the best with support, so my double d's were bouncing like to fricken basket balls and making the shirt lift up over my shorts and up my tummy with each jumping jack I did. 

His eyes were on mine as he scowled, crossing his arms, staring at me as people around snickered. 

"The rest of you , outside, two laps around the track." he yells and everyone jogs to the doors to the gym as I stop. 

"nobody told you stop Carter." he says, his jaw ticking. 

I heave a breath and continue my jumping jacks. 

It wasn't out of the blue for him or other gym teachers to make an example or punish those who didn't take P.E seriously. Cause honestly, not many of us did. At least those of us that weren't athletic. 

"Do you think this class is a joke Carter?" he asks as he steps forward arms still crossed his eyes on mine and I shake my head, my pony tail bouncing behind me. 

"No sir." I say. 

"Tell me, what was so funny that you felt you were able to disrupt the warm up and stop doing jumping jacks with the rest of your class?" he asks 

"Nothing sir. Sorry" I say as I keep jumping, well aware of the way my breasts are bouncing, but his eyes dont move. Until they do. 

I feel my heart rate sky rocket as he looks right at them. His eyes right on my breasts. Not moving. Staring. Watching and I breathe harder wondering if I should stop, or say something. 

I don't stop though, I don't say anything as he steps closer, only a few feet between us, his eyes not moving from my chest, his eyes moving up and down only slightly to follow the bounce of them in my shirt. 

Jackson James wasn't old, but he also wasn't young. He also wasn't one of the crummy old gym teachers with a  pot belly that made you wonder what right they had teaching physical fitness.  Jackson James was tall and buff, and honestly, kinda ..ok really...fuckin hot. He was what you'd call a silver fox, and the girls liked to call him "Magic Mike".  Because he looks just like Joe Manganiello from that movie, except he had thick facial hair, and it, along with the short hair on his head was mostly grey. 

His body looked about 30. But he was somewhere closer to fifty. He was a hard ass, and stern, and not at all about "fun" in gym glass. He was disciplined and serious...and seriously...definitely...checking out my tits. My cheeks heated, partially from the jumping jacks, and mostly from the blatant staring. 

What do I say? Hey Mister James, my eyes are up here! Mister James, can you please stop oogling my tits? Accuse him of staring, even though it was obvious? No thanks, I'd rather endure the awkwardness of his staring. 

He takes a deep breath and I watch as his jaw clenches and his nostrils flare and he rips his eyes away from my bouncing breasts and turns abruptly.

"Join your classmates." he snarls over his shoulder making me stop and jerk my head back. 

What was with the attitude? Why was he being a fucking dick when I'd apologized and let him fucking violate me with his pervy gaze? I roll my eyes and jog to the door, pushing out the door and inhaling the fresh air as I jog down to track and join my class mates, some still running the track, others, the over fucking achievers and show offs already done and stretching. Good ole Mel though is on her second lap, prancing beside Mackenzie our other friend who likes to slack off as much as me and Mel do. 

I jog across the filed towards them and finish their lap with them and Mel waggles her brows. 

"Did he spank your tits for being a naughty girl?" she teases. 

I huff a laugh. 

"Not exactly" I say.

Mel slows down and Mackenzie keeps running as we lightly jog beside each other. 

"Oh my god, what did he do?" she whispers with her eyes lighting up. 

"He just had me do jumping jacks...but like...he stared at my tits the entire time." I say and she laughs. 

"Like kept glancing at them, couldnt keep his eyes off your massive jugs?" she says reaching her hand over and slapping my tit and I laugh and swat her hand. 

"No...he like... STARED" I say and her eyes widen. 

"Like..." she starts.

"Like this." I say turn my head and stare at hers as we jog, my eyes wider than his, but focus right on her small breasts. 

"He did not!" she laughs. 

"I swear to god!" I squeak. 

She laughs. "Oh girl..you're too much" she laughs and I glare at her. 

"Im serious!" I say. 

She keeps laughing, because we always joke about it, all the girls do, even the guys. Because we'd all seen his wife before, it was just a running joke that Jackson James, hot as fuck P.E teacher was a boob man. He'd never glared at the girls breasts, Im sure hed trained his eyes to view us from the side of his eyes, in his peripheral vision, but I wasnt crazy, he'd fucking stared them down. 

A whistle blows, my head jerking up. 

"CARTER. GIFFORD. YOU RUN LIKE MY GRANDMOTHER. AND SHE'S DEAD" Mr. James yells. 

That comments makes us both jerk in surprise and makes the rest of the class laugh. But we pick up our pace to finish the last quarter of the track and join the class.