Irina, dropping the chalk, leaned over to pick it up, and her shawl jumped off her shoulders. Without noticing the views of her students, who had come to an optional course on inorganic chemistry, riveted on themselves, Ira slowly raised her shawl and then a piece of chalk. Straightening up, she noticed that her breasts treacherously began to bulge out of the deep cleavage. Being ashamed to correct her outfit, Irina made a difficult decision for herself not to pay attention to it.

Putting the chalk aside, she reached for a shawl to cover an overly open chest with her.

- Irina Anatolyevna - one of her students Anton jumped up to her - your shawl got dirty - he stretched out his hands and began to shake off the shawl from the chalk dust that had settled on her.

- Oh, thanks, Anton - Irina was a little embarrassed by such a courtesy, unwittingly letting the shawl out of her hands. Shaking off his shawl, Anton gently hung it on the back of a chair - do not wear it - he said quietly - you look very cool - this awkward compliment made both the young man and Irina blush both.

- Yes, you are very smart today - another student Sergey supported the comrade. Irina was even more embarrassed.

“Well, what are you talking about, boys?” She cast her eyes downcast, casting glances at the five students sitting in front of her, who, who sneaked and who did not hesitate, looked at her.

These views flattered her and at the same time embarrassed, she did not forget that she was a teacher, Ph.D., and should set an example in everything, but today she and her husband gathered to go to a restaurant to celebrate the decade of their marriage, so Irina dressed like that today in the usual way. Black dress, skirt just above the knee, flared and diverging to the bottom, sleeves trimmed with velvet inserts and a rather deep triangular neckline in which Irina's busty bust looked very seductive, which in turn was very embarrassing and embarrassing to its owner. Also, if not even more, the woman was embarrassed and the fact that under her skirt she was wearing thong panties, black, with a nylon translucent insert on the front, and with thin straps on the sides and back. Instead of the usual pantyhose Irina wore stockings with a wide lace elastic band. The feeling of nakedness under the skirt did not give Irina a rest, she constantly instinctively ran her hands over the skirt, as if smoothing her from behind.

Turning to Anton, still standing next to her, Irina out of the corner of her eye noticed that one of the students was photographing her on a mobile phone. She did not know how to react to this, but the natural tact and culture did not allow her to speak up to this fact in any way, and she silently ignored him.

- Anton, if you yourself went to the board - she smiled slightly at her own joke - then let me write this chemical reaction to me. Having handed over chalk to him, she sat down at the teacher's table, hoping to calm down a bit.

The guy began to plod at the blackboard, and Irina, sitting, casting short glances at the audience at the five more students sitting in front of her. Their eyes embarrassed her, she instinctively slightly tightened her arms to her chest, trying to cover herself up a little, so that the guys looked at her and even discussed there were no doubts.

- Well, that's all - she said, getting up and walking to the board.

- Yeah - Anton answered, putting chalk.

- Well, let's see - Irina took the chalk and began to emphasize mistakes made by the boy.

- NDA result is awful - she summed up.

“You got dirty with chalk,” Anton prompted helpfully, pointing to her shoulder.

- Yes, thank you. - Irina tried to shake the sleeve off with the back of her hand, but it only got worse, the chalky dust from the fingers even more soiled the dress.

- Let me - he volunteered. Irina looked at him gratefully. Anton cautiously began to brush off the chalk dust, gradually pulling off the sleeve and thereby pulling the matter off his shoulder.

- You still here - he moved to the other side.Irina continued to stand, twirling the chalk in her hands.

When Anton finished shaking her off, her cleavage became quite low. Irina flushed, clearly feeling how the lush hillocks of her breasts stick out almost, a lace cup of the bra already appeared, but shyness and hands smeared with chalk did not allow her to straighten her dress.

Seeing that the sitting guys continue to take pictures of her, she was even more embarrassed - boys, take away the telephones, do not get distracted - she cast a stern look on herself. Trying to distance herself from students, Irina almost always called them boys and girls, although there were people among her trainees and less than ten years younger. But being a teacher in her 36 years, she tried in this way to show who is in charge here.

- But today you are so beautiful - said Sergey, who sits closest to her, - we are not distracted, we simply cannot take our eyes off of you. Irina embarrassed lowered, not knowing what to say to that.

From the awkward position of her phone call brought her own mobile phone. It was a husband.

- Yes, Volodechka - she picked up the phone.

- Yes, I will soon - she gave a cursory glance at the students - in half an hour somewhere the optional course will end, yes well, come near.

Seeing that Irina was busy talking and could not argue anything, one of the guys, Andrei, a fat young man, standing up from the desk, came up to her and put his hand bluntly on her chest. In the first moment of amazement, Irina could not utter a word, she even stopped hearing her husband, so the blood pounded in her temples. When the sense of reality came back to her, she, jerking to the side, tried to throw off the student’s hand, but he again returned his palm to her heaving chest. Irina urged her husband into the phone, tried to make a face with a grimace and gestures of a free hand, but he, smiling slyly, continued not to squeeze her tightly on the chest. Glancing in the direction of the look of a contented man, she saw that his comrades were filming this on the telephone. She turned crimson, protestingly appealingly waved her hand.

But the guys did not stop. Moreover, Andrei, walking behind her back, clapped her breasts with both hands. Irina cursed her spouse who was talking on the phone, trying to end the conversation as soon as possible, while the man’s hands continued to squeeze and crush her breasts. When she felt that her dress was treacherously beginning to crawl off her shoulders, she could not stand it anymore, threw her into the phone - everything is Volodya, I am busy, see you later. And having received a disgruntled rumbling of her husband in response, she folded the phone.

“Stop the boys,” she said, putting the phone down and trying to free herself from Andrey with both hands.

- Are you out of your mind?

- We were driven mad by your tits, Irina Anatolyevna - Anton answered for everyone, who continued to stand nearby. Irina glanced at him and noticed that he was holding one hand in his pocket, podrachivaya his penis at the moment when his friend paws her.

“Are you in your mind?” She continued, finally she managed to wriggle out of Andrei, although he didn’t make any special attempts to prevent her in any way.

- What are you - she retreated a couple of steps.

- Irina Anatolyevna, we adore your tits - said Sergey - you have the biggest tits at the institute.

- You are generally the coolest - picked up Dima.

Irina was confused and dumbfounded at the students.

“Let us touch your sisi,” Andrew said, holding out his open palms to her.

- What are you - Irina did not find the words, she opened and closed her mouth unable to utter a sound.

- If you don’t want it, don’t - Sergey began slyly - only tonight we’ll post these photos on the Internet and write references on all the walls of the main building, and we’ll bring printed photos to the dean’s office tomorrow.

Irina froze in horror, imagining how they would see her in such an open though elegant dress, and even in such an obscene form, when the student was pawing her. It's a shame. Shame on always.

- You do not dare - she threw.

“Why,” said Andrew, “I’ll generally become a hero of the department, and maybe the faculty ...”