My bra wraps around my breasts, holding them tightly, under my blouse. The straps feel heavy on my shoulders as I twirl my finger through my hair. My blouse is
light and through the white cotton my black lace bra is just discernible over my pale skin. I control my breathing taking long breaths pressing my bosom into my bra cups feeling the pressure holding me in.

The top two buttons on my blouse are open and leave my neck and shoulders on display, with no sign of my school tie. The blouse is tied off above my naval in a
large but loose knot, my waist as visible as my neckline.

I wriggle in my seat pressing my thighs together tighter, the nylon of my thick blue tights stroking against my long smooth legs. I smile inside at the feeling of my smooth flesh pressed close together.

My navy blazer rests on the back of my chair framing my waist above my lap. The grey of my short pleated skirt breaks the flow of blue between tights and jacket, its obvious that I've rolled my skirt up, well above the height allowed in the school rules, a good portion of my shapely thighs are visible above my knees.

A ladder on my inner right calf breaks the presentation before reaching my flat soled black slip on shoes. You are not pleased and I of course intend to see just how far I can push my luck.