Later on when we stopped for a break in our hill climb, I noticed both teachers whispering together.
I don’t know what she said to Miss Watson, but they both looked over at Ian and me. Miss Watson came over and, as she had her jacket open, we could see the outline of her bra through her blouse, I could even make out the outline of her nipples pointing at us. I lowered my eyes and saw she had on stout walking boots and a pair of grey cord trousers that were hugging her tightly between the legs. I was still, of course, very aware of the tight elastic of my knickers and could feel something else happening underneath them.