"What do you think about Southern Illinois," asked Miss Weston, "it's got a great communications department, one of the best in the nation." Sarah Foster looked intently at the brochure her guidance counselor had placed in front of her, it showed a beautiful campus full of stately trees intermingled several lakes. "I hadn't even considered SIU," Sarah replied, "but from the looks of the campus and it's highly rated communications program, maybe I should!" It was a lot of work trying to pick the right college, and as Guidance counselor for five hundred seniors, Kim Weston had all she handle scheduling appointments with each and every student. Sarah was the exception to the rule, in that she had already done some research on several colleges that might be of interest to her, so it made her job much easier. After about twenty minutes or so, Sarah began fidget, and was constantly tugging at the upper shoulder strap of her bra. "Is something wrong, dear," asked Miss Weston, "you seem to be in great discomfort!?!" "Oh, it's nothing, really," replied Sarah, "it's just that these stupid straps practically cut me in half, my shoulders are killing me!!!" Since they were tucked away in Miss Weston's private office, and the next appointment wasn't scheduled for another half hour, she knew that no one would be bothering them for quite some time, so for that reason, Miss Weston offered, "Let's get you out of this blouse and loosen up those straps, or at least move them to a different spot!" Not quite sure how to handle the situation, Sarah haltingly began unbuttoning her blouse, and even though she was an average sized girl in most departments, Sarah Foster was extremely well developed in the bust department, easily filling out her 38dd bra! While most of the time she wore utilitarian under garments, today she had on a very low cut lacy white bra that barely covered her nipples. When she shrugged off her blouse, Miss Weston, for the first time got a good look at the large expanse of soft tit flesh and said in a soft voice, "My, my, you have a beautiful chest, dear, what size is it?!" "Thirty eight double D ma'am," the eighteen year old replied quickly, feeling proud that her teacher was so impressed by her heavy chest! "Okay, let's take off the bra so I can massage your shoulders," intoned Miss Weston, in a slightly husky voice, here, let me help you with the hooks," and with shaking fingers unlatched all four clasps, freeing the large chest from its nylon prison. Miss Weston began rubbing Sarah's shoulders, working her fingers into the spots where the bra straps had been cutting into her skin. Sarah relaxed as the young teacher massaged her sore shoulders, closing her eyes and letting the pain leave her body, and although neither of them had planned it, both of their vaginas were starting to leak profusely in their panties, Miss Weston because of her attraction to Sarah's big tits, and Sarah because of the insistent pressure being applied to her bare skin by the pretty teacher.