I will always remember when Lisa came into my office to introduce herself as a new co-worker. She knocked lightly at the open door, and I looked up to see a stunning short blonde-haired, green-eyed woman I didn't know and would have remembered had I ever seen her before.
She was in a teal low-cut blouse, tight across her chest and a khaki skirt that was just a fraction too short for our workplace. She came toward me with her hand extended, and said, "I'm Lisa, the new diagnostician. I will be working with you and your clients."
I took her warm hand and smiled and said that I was pleased to meet her and looked forward to working with her. Lisa's smile showed slight dimples that were endearing. I tried to be professional and not scan her body, but my effort was futile. Even the slight handshake seemed to cause her very large breasts to swing in that teal top. Short skirt and no bra with her charms would not be allowed for a student, and not for the staff either, but I would not be the one to say something like that on her first day at my campus.
Lisa's blonde hair was cut short, but loose. She had thick lips that even without the rest of her in my mind would make me think of them wrapped around me. And she had a cute smile with ever so faint dimples.
She reminded me that we would need to work together for several meetings on the students and with parents, so wanted to make sure we had a good working relationship.
My mouth was dry, and I mumbled some affirmation that I'm sure we would work well together and looked forward to her experience and abilities for the job. I knew her resume indicated several years of experience, but she looked younger than me and it surprised me that this wasn't the frumpy older school employee that I expected and that she'd replaced.
She left that introductory meeting shortly after, but I could not keep my mind off her that day, and particularly those barely covered tits and the nipples poking through the teal top. When sitting back at my desk, I noticed that I'd gotten aroused in that moment she was in my office. I tried to shift my thoughts, and after about 10 minutes was able to get back to my work.
I didn't see Lisa again until a couple of weeks later, though we'd communicated by phone and email in the interim. Having a face and full picture of her to go with those communications made it easier in some ways and it seemed we were getting acquainted better than I was with other staff.
On Friday game days, we allow the students and staff to wear a t-shirt with our mascot and have pep rallies and all those things. I opted for a dress shirt in our color, and Lisa came to my office for a scheduled meeting about one of our problem students. She again knocked lightly at my open door, and I looked up to see her and couldn't help but smile, returning her smile, and she came in to sit across my desk from me.
Despite my best efforts, as she moved to sit, I could not help but look at the purple t-shirt stretched so tight against her chest and yet they swung as she walked and sat down. When I looked up, she was looking me in the eye and smiling.
We discussed the student and the relevant issues, but my concentration was not as professional as it needed to be. Nevertheless, we managed to create a plan, largely with her ideas. She told me that she would talk to teachers to implement it and get back to me. She left my office, and I shook my head to get back to the work at hand instead of her body.
The next week, she called me to say that she had updates on that student and some others, and I suggested that we get lunch one day to discuss these things. I couldn't that day, but suggested the next day and Lisa agreed.
When she came to my office the next day, Lisa again knocked lightly at my open door and came in smiling. "Still free for lunch, Bert?" She was professionally dressed, but it seemed that she was an open invitation to look her over, nonetheless.
"Of course," I said and stood to shake her hand again. "It's good to see you, Lisa."
We went to my car and drove to a quiet restaurant a couple of miles from the school. Once there, I thought I should get to know the person, not fantasize about the body and asked her about her life. I told her that since we are working so closely together, I'd like to know more about her so that we would feel more comfortable with the arrangement. She seemed eager, even saying that she's an open book. How I wished, I thought.
She shared that she'd been married and divorced after 10 years and had met a wonderful man and that they'd moved in together two years before. He'd taken a job in another town, so now they were long-distance, but got together every weekend. She told me that he was in his upper 50s, and we joked some about her having an old man, though she was so young. I learned then that she was 42, but did not look much over 30. I had been dating a woman for a few months and we talked about that too.
Before I knew it, we'd been at lunch for an hour and a half and never talked about any student. We'd laughed and talked about our lives, and there was no doubt our working relationship would be better for the meeting. As I said we really had to get back, she said it seemed like the time had flown by and I said I thought we should probably get lunch again to talk about the students, and she agreed.
We started going to lunch about once a week, and we never seemed to get to talk about the students. She never failed to stop by on Fridays in her t-shirt, and now if no one was around, it was accompanied by a little hug. Feeling those tits against me I admit was a constant distraction and led me to look forward to game days, particularly our lunches alone.
By mid-October, Lisa suggested lunch and said that she would make it for us, and we could find a spot outside to enjoy the beautiful fall weather. That day she came by my office, no longer with the light knock at the door and stepped in, saying that she was ready when I was. I was nervous, but ready, and got up to go with her, adjusting my pants to try to hide what was hard to hide.
She said she found a park not too far away that we could go to for lunch and asked me drive us there. Once there, we found a nice tree with some shade and some sun through the branches to keep us warm and cool at the same time. She spread things out for us, bending over in her scoop necked top to get things on a blanket, explaining that she had a fruit salad and finger sandwiches for us. She glanced up periodically, always catching me marveling at the curve and softness of her breasts in her low-cut top. Each time she'd look up, I'd look up to her eyes too, and she caught my shifting gaze and smiled at me.
I was confused by the mixed signals I felt I got from her. She said how much in love she was with her guy, but it seemed like she made a point of sitting up straight and pushing her prominent breasts out so that they had to be noticed or bending over so that I would see down her top. We continued to talk and laugh and even I began to get a little careless about joking about being with an old man. She never took offense, but would laugh too, but never said anything but about how much she loved him and how good he was to her.
When we finished our picnic, and it was time to return to work, a little late again, she told me how nice this had been, and that it was my turn to make lunch for her our next time, taking for granted that we would continue. I said I'd put something together the next time or get takeout which would be better. We agreed that the next week I would take care of our lunch.
As luck would have it, a cold front came in the next week, and it was wet and cold. I had really no idea what to do for lunch, except to take her out to "our" restaurant. She stopped in when it was time, in a raincoat, but underneath, I'm not sure how to describe, except to say she was classily slutty looking.
She said, with a faint frown, "I guess no picnic today?"
