I hated school. I hated sitting in a classroom, being bored out of my mind by an instructor that was trying to teach me something that I didn't want to learn. Right up until I met Adele. Then, for some reason, sitting in a night-school classroom taking boring college classes didn't bother me so much.
You see, this semester, I met this sexy woman named Adele. She had this cute, innocent smile, and yet you knew that she had a mischievous streak that was just waiting to get out. She was a desk clerk at a hotel near the airport, so she would come to class after she got off from work, wearing a uniform skirt and blouse that fit her just right in all the right places. Every time I saw her I wanted to blurt out how sexy I though she looked, but I couldn't find the right time or place to do so.
I usually showed up in a t-shirt and jeans because I didn't have time to run home after work to get cleaned up before class. I felt like a slob sitting next to her. I would sit there wanting so badly to ask her out, but could only work up the courage to talk to her about the class. I would get so distracted during class that I couldn't concentrate. Between being able to smell her perfume, and hearing her nylons rub together every time she crossed her legs, I would be lost in sexual daydreams before the lesson was even started.
We would make small talk during the breaks in class, but that was about it. About a month into the class, we knew each other's name, and what we each did for a living, but that seemed to be all the information that she wanted to divulge. Then I missed class for a week because I had gotten a new job and had to go away for training.
When I got back, my schedule was very flexible, and I had a little more time to get to class. My first day back, I got there a little early to talk with the instructor about what I had missed. I was dressed a little nicer than before, and was already sitting in my usual seat when Adele arrived. She sat down next to me, and asked me where I had been. I explained about the new job, and the training, and she congratulated me. We only had a chance to talk briefly before the instructor started the lesson though.
At the first break, I walked down the hall to the small store that was in the building. I had opened the cooler, retrieved a soda, and turned to walk up to the register to pay for it, and bumped into Adele.
"Oops! Sorry about that."
"No, no. My fault." Adele said. She paused for a second and then said, "Mmmm. Your cologne smells so good. What are you wearing?"
"I'm wearing Bulgari. What are you wearing?"
She answered with a sultry rasp and a sexy smile, "As little as possible." And she walked up to the counter to pay for the bottle of water and pack of gum that she had in her hand.
Once I managed to restart my brain, I walked up behind her and paid for her things as well as my soda. She smiled at me and walked back to the classroom.
I sat down, and looked over at her. She smiled, and said that we would talk more after class. I couldn't wait.
After class, we walked out together. I was walking her to her car when I noticed that she had parked right next to my truck. We made small talk as usual while we walked, but when we stepped between my truck and her car, she turned to me and leaned in close. She inhaled slowly.
"You really do smell fantastic." She said looking into my eyes. "I can't figure something out though. What does a girl have to do to get noticed?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've been trying to get your attention for like a month now, and only now I'm getting results. I was sure from the first time that we met that you were a leg man, so I've been crossing and uncrossing my legs, wearing skirts a little shorter than usual, even wearing extra perfume."
