Gods, what a hottie. I was working at the middle school and as I entered the classroom. I saw her at her desk. Long red hair framed her beautiful face. Her greenish eyes sparkled, as she smiled at me. She got up, so that I could pick up her trash can, under the desk.
That was when I noticed the rest of her. She was tall, with long legs emerging from her cotton dress. It was what was just below her smile that really got me. She had a very large set of boobs, under a fairly plain button up blouse. She noticed my gaze, and her smile got just a bit bigger.
I dumped her trash into my cart, and asked if her day was going well. She told me it was, and that was about the extent of it.
As the days went by, I made it a point to say hi, when I came by her classroom. She always greeted me with a smile, or a little wave. This went on for about a month. Then I began to notice a little change in her. She started to dress a bit more sexy. Now and then, an additional button was opened when I came by. I could see her curves as they were pushed together by her bra. She had a nice tan, and I enjoyed the views she gave me.
She began to take lunch at the same time I did, and we began to talk. She asked me to collect boxes for her, as she was moving out of state at the end of the school year. Her husband had gotten a job, and had already moved to the new state.
I was disappointed, but I told her I would bring some by every day. I got a very big smile from that. The next couple of weeks, I would drop off several boxes and she always thanked me for them. Early one morning, before school, I saw that she was wearing a black tank top with a denim shirt over it. The tank top really showed off her cleavage. She asked if I liked the view. I just nodded, not quite sure how to respond.
"I know you have been checking out my boobs," she said. "I don't mind, and in fact I'm flattered."
I just smiled, and gave them a good look. She was a natural red head, and had freckles trickling down between her large globes. They were pushed up high and proud, by what I was sure was a push up bra.
"Very pretty," I said.
"Thank you," she said as she buttoned up the shirt. "I wore this today just for you, since I won't be here much longer. I really appreciate what you have been doing for me."
"It's been my pleasure," I said. "I have to finish my rounds now, though."
While she was buttoning up the shirt, she smiled and asked me to come back at the end of the day. I said I would stop by, and then headed out of her room.
I thought about her off and on all day, and wondered what she was up to. I mean, she had been nice to me most of the semester, but this was pretty unusual for her. I did not see her at lunch, but did not think too much about it.
The school day was finally over. I began to make my final round, picking up trash and locking doors. I could see her car from where I was, so I decided to stop at her room last. All the kids were gone, and so were the staff. She and I were the last ones on campus.
I got everything done, and headed to her classroom. The door was open, and I could see she was at her desk. Her head was down on the top of it, and I could hear her sobbing. I entered, and closed the door behind me. As it latched, she did not even look up.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I walked up to the front of the desk.
"That bastard," she sniffled. "I can't believe it."
"Believe what?"
"I just found out that my husband is moving all right, but not with me. He has a girlfriend in that new city." She lifted her head. Her eyes were stained with tears, which were flowing freely.
"He is leaving me here, in favor of some bimbo," she sobbed. "I already quit my job, and I have nowhere to go, now."
