“Hi Rachel, how are you today?” I say standing in front of Rachel’s desk. I notice she is wearing a short dress with a low plunging neckline in the front, which gives me a great view of her cleavage. I can see that Rachel’s breasts are being held by a cute pink and white lace bra.
“I’m doing fine, thank you ma’am.” Rachel says nervously. Her wide inviting eyes staring up at me.
“What are you reading?” I ask, watching her response to my presence even though I know she is reading the text for the class I teach.
“Just studying for class today.”
As she responds I drop my pen and then proceed to bend over to pick it up. I bend over facing her giving Rachel a view down my dress and of my breasts. When I look up I notice at her staring down my dress at my breasts and I see her blush. I smile at Rachel and then walk over in front of the window, the light makes the fabric of my dress semi transparent and allows Rachel to see my body through it. I turn my back towards Rachel for a moment and pretend to adjust the blinds, bending towards the window. This lets my dress ride up a bit. When I turn back towards Rachel I can tell her eyes have been roaming up and down my body.
“Rachel can you help me for a moment? I seem to be having some problems with this blind.” I ask Rachel to come over and as she gets up I watch how her skirt moves and reveals her lovely legs.
“Of course Mrs Herndon.” Rachel then comes over and I show her the blind that is stuck.
As Rachel tries to loosen the blind, I place my hand on her back, pretending to steady her. I allow my hand to drive down her back towards her cute little butt. Finished with the blind Rachel smiles at me and I feel her hand on my butt, sliding down and touching the top of my butt. “Thank you Rachel.” I say and smile at her.
Rachel smiles back and I know she is interested in women.
“If you want some extra help, you could come over tonight and I could show you what to study and answer your questions.” I suggest to Rachel, not wanting the contact to end.
“I would like that Mrs Herndon.” Rachel says as she leans in to me and hugs me, pressing her body against mine. Then as other students begin to file in to the classroom, we break our embrace and Rachel sits back down. I quickly write my address on a piece of paper and give it to Rachel.
For the rest of the day my mind is a blur, I find myself glancing at the clock waiting for the end so that I can rush home and get ready for Rachel. At home, I quickly make dinner for my daughter’s Jenny who is 18, the same age as Rachel, and Julie who is 19. I hope that they will go off and do their own thing before Rachel arrives, giving Rachel and I time alone.
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