I just finished putting the last of my personal items in my car. It was the end of the school year and the last day I would be teaching at this school. I sat in my car and gave the school grounds a last look and then drove home.
Because of budget cuts a few of the newer teachers had to be cut from the payroll. I've only been teaching for three years, so I was one of the ones that were cut.
I felt bad when I was first told, but as my husband said, things happen for a reason. As luck would have it another school district not too far from me had several teachers retire to avoid future pension cuts, so I was hired to start at the beginning of the school year in September.
My plan for the summer was to teach summer school, but since I'm not a teacher at that school any longer the summer school job was also lost.
My husband told me to take the summer off and relax. I told him I would, but in the back of my mind I thought I would find some kind of part time job to keep me busy.
My name is Lisa; I'm 26 years old, married to my college sweetheart Jeff. We're planning on starting a family in a few years.
Financially we're doing very well, my job doesn't pay a lot, but it's not as bad as you hear when talking about teachers salaries.
My husband is a partner in his families' law firm. We plan to start a family in a year or two.
I'm told I look like Kiran Chetry formally from CNN news. I don't see it myself, but I heard the comparison enough to just smile and say thank you.
I have shoulder length dark brown hair; I'm 5"4" and weigh 120 lbs and I'm very physically fit .If I have to say so myself I have great legs and butt. I do have smallish breast, but my husband and my past boyfriends never complained. I'm told they are shaped perfectly and nipples to die for.
When I got home my husband took me out to dinner, knowing I would feel bad about leaving that school, it was my first teaching job and I planned on staying there for the rest of my career.
We had a wonderful time at dinner and it did make me feel much better. My husband is loving and very thoughtful, however because I've known him since my freshman year in college, he has become somewhat predictable. I'm not complaining, just saying.
In the middle of the following week I received a phone call from one of the teachers from my new school. Her name was Dawn and she asked me if I would like to meet her at the school the next day and she could give me a brief tour and a quick orientation. I thought that would be very nice and I told her I would be glad to meet her.
When I arrived at the school parking lot another car arrived the same time I did. We parked near the door and I got out of my car and walked over to the other car.
A stunning redhead was getting out of the car. She introduced herself to me and I did the same to her, it was Dawn.
She was wearing a sleeveless tee-shirt and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She had shorts on that showed off her long shapely legs. I felt like an old lady because I was dressed in my conservative teacher suit.
I told her how I felt over dressed and she laughed. She said she dresses very conservatively when teaching and she should have told me shorts would have been okay today.
She gave me the grand tour and told what to expect during the school year. I was pleased that she confirmed that it was a very good school and the students were attentive and eager to learn. The teaching staff was friendly and very helpful.
I told her about myself as we walked around the building and she told me about herself. She's in her mid 30's, happily married and has a son.
She asked if I had a summer job and I told her I didn't. She was just going to do some volunteer work and suggested that maybe we could get together again during the summer and have lunch or something. I agreed, thinking that she was very nice and she could become a friend.
I thanked her for the time she gave me today. We said our goodbyes and I drove home.
The following weekend Dawn called and invited me and my husband to a backyard cook-out. We went and had a wonderful time. My husband and Dawns husband hit it off right away and I was able to meet several of the other teachers I'll be working with.
The next day our husbands played golf together, Dawn asked me to come over to her house for some left over's from the night before, but I gave her my apologies. I was going to my sisters' house for a visit. We did however plan on a midweek shopping trip in the city.
I wore a summer dress and Dawn wore a blouse and Capri pants. It was a breezing day and as we walked around a corner in the city a gust of wind blew my skirt practically up over my head giving the construction guys sitting along a wall eating their lunch across the street a full view on my panties.
I quickly pulled my skirt back down, but at the same time received cheers and whistles from the workers. I was so embarrassed I wanted to run away.
Dawn cracked up laughing at me and commented that she never saw anyone turn that color of red. I walked as fast as I could to get out of sight of the cheering guys.
Dawn told me it wasn't any accident that the guys were sitting there. It seems they know the skirts would be blowing at that spot.
After that we continued our shopping trip and were home by dinner time. My husband was working late so Dawn had dinner with me at my house.
After we ate we were having a cocktail on my patio.
"Lisa I can't stop thinking about how embarrassed you were today when the guys saw your panties," Dawn said with a giggle.
"Of course I was embarrassed they saw my panties and didn't make a secret about with all the cheering," I said, and feeling myself turning red again.
"I don't know why you were that embarrassed, you have great legs and it wasn't like they booed you," She said while laughing.
"Dawn it isn't something that happens all the time, I'm not a prude, but I don't give peeks either," I said with a smile.
"Doesn't it give you a little thrill knowing those guys saw your legs and panties?"
"I guess when I'm feeling horny I'll think it was sexy," I answered.
I hadn't given it more thought then seeing how embarrassing it was, but to have guys see my panties, when you think about it is kind of cool.
"I've had times when I've noticed someone looking up my skirt or sneaking a peek down my blouse and later when I thought about it I got very turned on," Dawn said while smiling.
"Gee Dawn you sound like you have an exhibitionist streak," I told her with a laugh.
"Oh I do," she said.
"You, do? I thought I was making a joke, what have you done that makes you say that?" I asked.
"Well like I mentioned I found myself feeling sexy when I noticed someone peeking up my skirt. I thought it would be very sexy to have people see me completely nude so I asked a friend of mine to go to a clothing optional beach with me." She said.
"I can't believe you did that, how was it?" I asked, and finding myself getting a little turned on.
"It was great, it was very sexy. Don't mention it in front of my husband because I never told him."
"Why didn't you tell him and who did you go with?" I asked
"I went with a woman I met through some charity work I was doing. I can't remember if she told me or someone else did that she goes to a nude beach. Anyway I asked her if she would go with me and she said she would. I didn't tell my husband because I wasn't sure how he would react and after I went I figured he would be mad that I didn't tell him in the first place."
"Have you gone back since then?" I asked
"No, but I would like to," she answered.
When I masturbate I sometime fantasize about being nude in front of people I know. I know it's something I could never do in real life. I was thinking to myself.
"I don't think I could do that," I told her.
"We could go one day during the week," Dawn said with a mischievous smile.
I told her I wouldn't rule it out completely, just to be polite, but I couldn't imagine myself in a million years sitting on a beach nude. Well that's not completely true I would find it exciting, but Jeff would never approve and I wouldn't want to sneak behind his back
That night my husband and I like reading in bed before we go to sleep. Between chapters in my husbands book he ask" how was your visit with Dawn?'
"It was fine we talked about the school and she teased me about being embarrassed when we went into the city shopping."
"What were you embarrassed about?" he asked.
"I guess I forgot to tell you," I said wondering to my self why I didn't mention the construction workers to hi,
"It wasn't any big deal, but when were walking down the street the wind blew my skirt up exposing my legs and panties."
"Nice, wish I saw that," Jeff said.
"Well about a dozen construction guys did see it and hooted and yelled thank you from across the street." I said.
"What panties were you wearing?" which I thought was a strange question concerning I was telling him about something so humiliating.
"I was wearing the light blue boy shorts that you like."
"That means they saw your ass cheeks too," he said with a smile.
"Thanks for mentioning that, I've been trying to forget, and you seemed to be taking the fact that strange men saw my ass."
"Lisa look at this," he said as he pulled the sheet down and should me his hard cock.
"I think it's so sexy that guys saw you," he said with a sheepish grin.
"Jeff I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
I might not have known, but he knew and we had the best sex we've had in a long time.
The next morning while Jeff was getting dressed for work I said ," it seems the idea of other men looking at me barely dressed excites you."
"It did Lisa, it's not something I've always thought about when I see guys checking you out I find it, well a turn on."
I didn't think he was going to give me such a straight forward answer I was anticipating him sort of denying it so I wouldn't be pissed at him.
"Who have you seen checking me out?" I asked, wondering if he's noticed the same guys that I know check me out."
He mentioned a few names of friends of ours which I kind of thought looked at me longer than was appropriate, but it was odd hearing that my husband saw it too and found it to be a "turn on."
He did mention one name that surprised me and that was Mr. Harris the man that lived across the street. He's a very nice man in his mid fifties I would guess and has been nothing but a gentleman when ever I've been in contact with him. He always walks across the street when my husband and I are working in the yard to say hello and to just chat about local every day topics.
"Mr. Harris, I don't believe that for a minute," I said.
