State Opening of Parliament
A pearoast from some time ago....

I went to an all-girls convent school which shared its sixth-form with the local all-boys school run by monks. One of my ‘A’ levels was Politics – taught at the boys’ school and I was the only girl in the class. Our very nice politics master (just out of the army and unbelievably cool – he took us to the pub on a school trip….) wanted us to watch the state opening of Parliament on TV. The only available television was one in the sixth form dorms…..and this being the middle of the school day he thought there was no problem taking half a dozen pupils up there…even if one was a girl….

So we all casually wander up to the dorm….me feeling a mixture of sheer terror and warm excitement, particularly as some of the upper sixth had just come back from playing rugby and were wandering about their dorm getting showered and changed – of course I averted my eyes and our teacher shouted at the top of his voice, “Dicks away gentlemen, lady in the corridor”.

Anyway, we went into this small room to watch the TV, I take a seat at the back. Unusually for most catholic boarding schools they had turned the heating on and the seats were very comfy.

For the first ten minutes or so I was fully conscious and even taking a bit of interest in the proceedings at Westminster, but the heat of the room soon got to be too much and I was asleep.

I’m not sure how much I missed but I came to as I felt a warm hand edging up under my skirt and pausing only when it reached the top of my stockings (compulsory uniform – honestly). My eyes were still closed and I allowed myself to enjoy the moment; hoping it was our teacher…..the fingers were now trailing along my stocking top towards my inner thigh…..I’m embarrassed to say but my legs naturally started to fall open and….

“Here’s Black Rod hammering against the door of the Commons demanding entry”

My eyes opened, the warm insistent hand withdrew and I found myself looking at the class geek…..
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 14:44, 7 replies)

I think
we really need to see some photographic evidence of this school uniform that you used to wear.

I'm really not convinced. Ahem.

*unzips in expectation*
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Tue 3 Feb 2009, 14:49, closed)

I wish I could tell you that I looked fantastic in it
but sadly the uniform was a distant relative to Spike Milligan's army uniform - designed to collect soup and make you look like a badly made bed. Of nettles.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 14:53, closed)

*deflates rapidly*

(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Tue 3 Feb 2009, 14:56, closed)

See!
Imagination is always far, far better.

Mind you, we did all wear stockings.

And matching undies.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 14:59, closed)

What colour?
*considers unzipping again*
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Tue 3 Feb 2009, 15:16, closed)

'badly made bed'
*chokes*

That's how to describe the effect of girls school uniform! One either looks like a porn star or a badly made bed. Oh God was I ever the latter.

Thank you so very, very much chickenlady.

you have filled a huge descriptive-phrase hole in my mind. I will never forget this.
(HaHa!Snakes! was last seen on, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 20:07, closed)

Good story!!!
Must be something about Catholic schools... I went to one of those too........

and they made us all wear stockings and matching knickers too.........

(which did tend to chafe round the cock area)......
( SpankyHanky, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 15:35, closed)