I had noticed her in some of my other classes. Cindy sat next to me and we acknowledged each other as she came in. Here I am, a 42-year-old woman going back to school at night to earn a degree. Crazy I know but what the heck, my two children are grown and on their own, I don't work, and my husband earns a good living. I suppose it's because I'm bored more than anything else but I started the undergraduate program now and I intended to finish. It was the first night of the stat class and I knew I was in trouble already since math has always been hard for me. During break I spoke to Cindy over coffee since we had been in other classes together but never really spoke. It seems that Cindy is quite a math wizard and after the second class, she had agreed to tutor me with my homework.
One night after class, we decided to go for a bite to eat at Denny's and during that time, I got to know her just a little bit better. Cindy is considerably younger than I am; she's a ripe 20 years old. One year younger than my youngest Son. She's very pretty, bubbly personality, and sexy you could say. She stands at 5'4", wears her hair short, dresses in tight fitting clothes that compliment her near perfect body. Oh yes to be young again I was thinking to myself.
That night I went home and looked in the mirror and tried to remember how I looked at her age. I'm 5'6", and I can still squeeze into a size 8 if I breathe in and move my size 38 tits around to fit. Yes I thought to myself, I'm not too bad for an old broad! I was pretty hot when I was younger but I still looked pretty good now. Anyway while at Denny's, she had agreed come over to my house tomorrow night and assist me with the homework.
It would work well since my husband was on one of his one week a month out of town business trips and I really did not like being home alone as it. He's usually gone for one week and weekend every month since his new promotion as National Sales Manager. The travel is a draw back to the job but the money is outstanding and the travel is only for another month or so. Sometimes I travel with him but now with school, that was out of the question. So to say the least, I was relieved that Cindy would come over and help me out. When Cindy arrived the next night, I offered her a coke and we got down to homework. While she was explaining the formulas Cindy would get up off her chair, walk around behind me to where I was sitting and would bend over my shoulder. In doing so sometimes she would rub her tits against my arm, back, or shoulders.
Sometimes she would lean on her elbows over the kitchen table right beside me giving me a clear view of her perky tits. I was surprised that she wasn't wearing a bra. I guess I wasn't paying attention to the work since I found myself uncontrollably staring at her tits every shot I could get. She asked me a question and caught me off guard. Oh my God I thought to myself, she caught me staring, I was so embarrassed and I could feel my face turning red from blushing. I looked up at her and said "sorry I lost you, what did you say?" She looked at me with a knowing smile, stretched her arms up in the air, arched her back and with a yawn, she said it's getting late lets pack it in. I noticed when she stretched just how firm and her tits were through her V-neck style T-shirt.
That night I lay in bed picturing her in my mind's eye. I was getting wet and thought, this is crazy. I'm not attracted to her am I? God she's young enough to be my daughter. This is crazy! The fact was that after seeing Cindy's tits and her brushing so close to me, I was wet with excitement. I pulled out my "night buddy" and played myself to sleep. The next time I saw Cindy was at class. I thanked her for the extra help and she said "no problem."
"I don't mind helping you get through the semester if you want the help."
I said "yes, are you sure you don't mind?"
"No not at all, it helps me learn the work as well" she said.
"Well then it's a deal!"
I was ecstatic to get the help but I think I was even more excited at the thought of being close to her again. During that week I was going crazy trying to sort out my feelings. Even my husband noticed something different. Did Cindy notice it? Is it just me? We stayed after class the following week for just a few minutes and reviewed formulas and the following week after that, I asked her if she could help me with the homework that Saturday night. She said yes and secretly I was hoping that she would say yes. I told her I'd make us a nice dinner on Saturday for her troubles and then we could get down to some major tutoring.
On my way home that night, I thought it rather odd that she would want to give up her Saturday night to do homework. I also thought about what she told me that night at Denny's, that she didn't date very much and when she did, it was almost always a disappointment. She said that after high school, she decided to work for a year but then decided to do night classes and continue working instead and during that time she lost contact with some of her friends. She basically didn't have any regular friends to go out with as she explained it. I never questioned her on it since it really wasn't any of my business and I didn't know her that well anyway.
The next Saturday night she arrived at six o'clock as planned. It was perfect since my husband just flew out the night before and I prefer not be home alone when he's not home. I greeted Cindy at the door and she gave me a cheek peck and hug as she entered. I showed her into the living room and suggested she make herself at home while I finish getting dinner ready.
Cindy insisted on helping me. While she went about the kitchen setting things, I couldn't help but notice how lovely of a girl she was. She was wearing a tight fitting gray wool sweater that very much emphasized her perky breasts, a short black spandex style skirt, and I mean a short style skirt that hugged her natural curves and she wore no stockings. The difference between youthful dressing and middle age I suppose. I noticed her fragrance was definitely Claiborne and I commented that she looked great and smelled good.
"I wear the same perfume." I said,
