The summer was over and I was excited about the kids coming back to school.
I teach in a one room school house that has students from their first year to graduation. Twenty kids are supposed to be in class this year, three more than last year.
The year is 1881 and I live in a small town in the Midwest. Teaching wasn't what I wanted to do with my life and I got here by a series of events. I wanted to have my own hat shop in New York City, but I fell in love with and married a US marshal and we were sent out west.
We were only here a year when he was killed during a shoot out with some outlaws. I found myself half way across the country with no one to support me and with little means to get back to the east coast.
The town fathers offered me the teaching position with room and board, if I agree to stay for two years. Not having much choice I agreed. As it turned out I really enjoyed teaching the children and they seemed to respond to me.
The school house is on the edge of town and just a short distance from it is a cute little two room cottage that I live in. I added enough female touches to it that it's very comfortable for me. Any major repairs are done by men from the town.
I've been able to save some money so I can move on someday, now not sure if I want to go back east or be more adventurous and head to the west coast.
My name is Gloria Nice, the students call me Mrs. Nice and everyone else calls me Gloria. Some of the men call me Miss Gloria, but not sure why. I'm 25 years old. I have long blond hair that I wear up. I've been complimented on my looks and my husband said people would go wild if they knew how good I looked naked. I miss that man!
A few of the local gentlemen have shown interest in me at church functions, but I think they're little intimidated by my education, since most of them had little or no formal education. I would never look down on anyone because of that as long as they were good hard working individuals. They'll dance with me and enjoy church picnics with me, but no one shows up at my door and picks me up and carries me to the bedroom and has their way with me. Not sure I would want it to go that far, but I do miss having someone make love to me.
I stay active helping my students and even teaching some of the adults one night a week at the community hall. I'm helping two men with their reading and two women with arithmetic. I teach Sunday school every Sunday morning. Not to sound conceited, but I would say I'm very well like and respected in the area.
I have one little dirty secret!
Not too far from my home runs a small stream with cool fresh water. After a hot summer day I would walk upstream approximately a half mile or so to a spot I fell in love with the first time I saw it. Trees surround a bend in the stream and there was a calm pool of water that was right under some over hanging trees. There was grass on the bank and it was out of sight of anyone that happened to be coming up stream or down. It reminded me of a brook I would swim in with my sisters when growing up.
I spend time there when possible, in the nude!
That in it's self is shocking enough, but one day there was prying eyes watching me.
I arrived at my special spot after a long hot day. I couldn't get out of my dress and petticoats fast enough. I stood in the water up to my knees preparing to dip my body into the chilly water when I heard a branch snap. I quickly looked to where I heard the sound and saw the butt of someone scrambling away. It happened so fast that I didn't even react, I stood in place. When I was convinced that they were gone I went into the water and floated around keeping an eye out for any intruders. After washing up, I dressed and went back home.
That night while lying in bed I found myself touching myself between my legs thinking about who was it that was spying on me. I found the idea very stimulating and let my fingers explore my womanhood. I'm going to hell for sure!
The following Sunday after Sunday school I went home, had a bite to eat and decided it would be a prefect time to cool off in the stream. I was about half way to my spot when I saw three of my 18 year old male students scampering ahead of me and ducking into the trees along the waters edge. I walked past where they hid, but didn't see anyone. When I got to my spot I noticed right away the boys hiding in the tree line on the opposite bank. I should have chased them away or just gave up my plan to cool off, but I didn't.
I removed my shoes, petticoats and top, up this point I wasn't sure if I had enough nerve to remove more. I then began to feel the tingling between my legs and knew I was going to be bad. I took off the remaining clothing and stood before my three hidden students completely naked. I walked into the stream and splashed water on my body; I dipped down to clean between my legs knowing full well their eyes were on my every move. All of a sudden I heard a loud sneeze and two other voices telling someone to shut up.
I couldn't ignore the situation so I yelled in their direction. "Boys get over here right away and I mean it!"
They all stood up not knowing where to look or what to do.
"Don't just stand there get over here now," I said as I turned my back on them and walk to the embankment.
They walked across the stream and stood right in front of me, all three looking down at their feet.
"How dare you peek at me while I'm bathing," I said.
They said nothing, but Tommy did look up but never got past my breasts.