Mrs. Watson waited for the students to shuffle through their bags and pass their papers forward, a process that usually took a minute or so. As Jon got his own homework out she hopped up on the front of her desk, black mid-calf skirt covering her crossed knees. When Jon passed his paper to the student in front of him, he saw Mrs. Watson sitting there and subconsciously wished her skirt was shorter.
Right before his eyes, the skirt began crawling up her legs. As inch after tantalizing inch of leg revealed itself, Jon's mind asked for more. When the skirt pushed itself over Mrs. Watson's knees, they uncrossed. Jon's eyes bugged. He could almost see... and before the thought could complete itself, Mrs. Watson's legs spread apart so subtly. Her skirt stopped shrinking just on the upper borderline of what would be considered "mid-thigh." If she was a student, it would be a dress code violation. She hooked her ankles into each other and adjusted her position on the desk, slightly hiking the skirt up higher, now clearly exposing her bright blue panties.
"Lisa," Mrs. Watson said, "can you hand me all the homeworks?"
