The six form collage was in a block which was away from main school. It was self contained to help the 18 to 19 year old be equipped for life outside school and a flat on the top floor for on-call duty staff. Tutoring took place in main school were your office is.

Although your only offer your counselling services part time now, you do seem to spend quit some time in your office, and also seemed to volunteer for on call duty at the six form block which covered night times and weekends.

The social life in six form is possible not what many would expect, Tom Brown`s school days it is not. These late teens boys have come from a class which has all its need provided for by others, servants, maids, cooks and butlers, so their needs and wants many times have to be supported by the on call staff.

I share rooms with two others, one of them, Nigel, seems, how shall we say, a little slow on the uptake sometimes and, unfortunately as kids can be sometimes, do tease him. One of these teases is telling him of Lady in Heels who walk the corridors at night. We tell him that during world war 2 she was on call and the school was hit by a bomb and killed her.

One night was particularly stormy and Nigel can not sleep and between the claps of thunder he hears something which appears to be moving closer. Click, click, click, as it becomes clearer he thinks he hears high heels clicking towards our dorm. Although he feel very uneasy he wait until the sound seems to start fading then open the door slightly to peck.

Nigel is shocked to see a woman dress in a retro style, white blouse, pencil skirt, fashioned stockings and at less four inch heels. She very carefully opens the door to a dorm two down from ours and goes in.

I am enjoying a dream of what I saw earlier that day, until I am woken by Nigel telling me he seen the Lady in Heels. I tell him there is no Lady in Heels, but he keeps on about it and I realise that I will not get back to my dream of you till I investigate. Nigel tells, shouts at me, that she went in to one of the dorms so I pull on a white tee shirt and jeans and go down the corridor to said dorm. I hear some noise in the room and open the door a little and peek in.

What I see seems to be a continuation of my dream, a woman dressed as you were earlier has pulled the covers down on the bed by the window and in the moon light I can see her hand tracing his thigh then cock. She then gentle sit astride, having the 18 year old boy between her legs and starts to slowly work his cock with her hand. As her hand quickens she begins to finger herself. The guy is awake but appears not to be able to move his legs or arms. He is trying to be as quite as possible but his moans are getting loader, then I think I hear him say, "Oh god, oh god", and although seemingly restrained his whole body shakes. Her hand is moving faster and in the flash of lightening I think I see her clit rubbing just as fast on his knee while your hand is now covering his mouth. He now move even quicker, raising his body and shoots his cum hitting her blouse and chin . Her hands now are flat on the bed either side of him rubbing herself furiously till she jerks forward then I think say,

"Good boy"