In my mind, being a teacher had always been a dream ever since I was a little child. The knowledge, mastery and collected attitude of my tutors had heavily impressed me back then. Even the lack of care and passion from high school teachers hadn't been able to scratch my determination. And after many long and painful years, I had finally made it to my dream.
However it hadn't been as pink as I had hoped. Teaching children sure was fun and very gratifying, at least for me, but it really took its toll on me. When I would return home, I'd be way too exhausted to do anything other than eat, watch TV or sleep. The social butterfly I had been back in my teenage years was gone. Now I was what they called a responsible adult. And to think I had promised myself to avoid this path as much as I could. But when you have to raise a baby on your own, it surely changes your views on life. I was not complaining about it though, Camilla was a total sweetheart and I certainly didn't regret adopting her a year ago. With my busy schedule and the effect it had on me, the need for a babysitter had grown considerably.
Thankfully my next door neighbor was the total opposite of me: young with plenty of free time. And she absolutely adored babies so that was definitely a plus. She had taken a break from college for personal reasons and agreed to the idea of babysitting Camilla when I was absent. Usually I would pay her on Fridays and she would be back the next Monday. But tonight, I had completely forgotten about her.
As soon as I had noticed that Camilla had already fallen asleep, my reflex had been to go plop myself down on my bed. This week had been particularly long and stressful and the only thing I could think about was how to unwind a bit, certainly not to pay off the babysitter who was probably waiting for me in the living room. And the best way to unwind was to make myself feel good. After all, it had been more than two weeks since I had last been able to play with myself. Going that long without an orgasm certainly contributed to my overall shitty mood and the want to play with my pussy was particularly high tonight.
The buttons of my white blouse were undone rather quickly, allowing me to remove the piece of clothing. Thankfully, my bra had a frontal opening so getting it off was no big deal. A sigh of relief left my mouth as my big breasts were released on my chest. As I grabbed my soft mounds and started playing with them, I could only think about how much better this would feel if someone else's hands were doing the job for me. But oh well, I couldn't foresee such a thing happening any soon. My own hands would do fine for now. As a result of my fingers moving down to my nipples, my breathing slowly got heavier. My mind began wandering away from reality, filling itself with dirty fantasies as my hands thoroughly played with my breasts. My legs spread up under the influence of this pleasure. I was still wearing my skirt but it wouldn't be too hard to slide my hand down there and tease my wetness.
And I wasted no time in doing exactly that. My panties were quite soaked down there and it was very exciting to say the least. I emitted some quiet moans when my hand began caressing my folds through my panties. It had been a while since I had felt this good. How I managed to go two weeks without this was beyond my comprehension. My eyes closed, immersing me further in my fantasies as my hand continued its work on my pussy.
