I'm Jen. I'm 23 and I've just started my second year of teaching primary school. I love my job and I'm so grateful to be working with children.
Not only that, but some of their parents are hot! Especially this year...wow. There's one mum called Sadie who ALL the dad's love. They try to hide it, but whenever they see her they can't get their words out and they struggle to keep it in their pants.
I don't blame them. She's absolutely stunning! She has piercing green eyes, long wavy chocolate brown hair and a perfectly sculptured hour glass figure that she by no means hides. Her son, Michael often tells me how she rushes straight from working as a lawyer to pick him up.
She is always wearing tight shirts that's buttons are straining against her beautiful DDs and long but curve hugging pencil skirts. She really is mesmerising. But obviously....as her sons teacher...I can't think that! Besides, I'm engaged and getting married next year to my soul mate! I love him to pieces.
Anyway, Monday after school Sadie is one of the last to come and pick up from my class...usually she just says a quick hello and scurries off with Michael, but today was different. This time she asked if she could have a quick word. She lent in so I could smell her musky scent and see down her incredible cleavage (I probably looked for a few seconds too long) and told me that she would like to book in a meeting for tomorrow at 6pm to discuss some changes in their family life at home that could be effecting Michael's school work.
I stuttered for a moment, but then professionally agreed and pencilled it into my diary. Wow, I thought. I get to spend some one on one time with Mrs James. Naughty scenarios entered my head for a minute or two until I stopped myself and regained my composure!
What was I doing?! Thinking of a child's parent like that? What would she think of me...having these thoughts when she is coming in concerned about her son's wellbeing. I finished off my marking and went home.
The next day I got up a little earlier than usual to check what was in my wardrobe. Normally I'd just go for hair up, black trousers and some sort of jumper for work. But this after school meeting was playing in the back of my mind.
Instead, I decided to go for a high neck black jumper and mustard mini skirt with thick black tights. It was quite a figure hugging outfit but was acceptable enough to wear to work. I also decided to wear my mousy brown straight long locks down for a change. I also put on a bit of shimmery eyeshadow to compliment my warm hazel eyes and some mascara to accentuate my long curly lashes.
I looked at myself in the mirror and only hoped that I looked this good come 6 o'clock this evening. When I got to work the day dragged slowly until 3pm. I got a lot of compliments on my outfit choice today so I knew I looked nice.
It eventually came round to 6pm. She was late. I thought she'd forgotten maybe...but then I heard the clicks of her heels from behind me. She was wearing black heels which were red underneath, a navy blue pencil skirt which had a slit down the left hand side which showed off her glossy, toned pins and a crisp white blouse with three buttons undone, perfectly exposing her cleavage. Her hair was in ringlet curls and she wore bright red lipstick. She was fucking gorgeous and made me look like a tramp.
I must have stared for too long because she cleared her throat and smiled at me somewhat knowingly. Fuck...I thought. Quick better say something...
"Good evening Mrs James, please come through to the classroom, I'll follow on behind you"
Thank fuck I did...watching her hips and perfectly round arse sway down the corridor made me dizzy with anticipation. Oh my god I need to stop this! We walked past the empty classrooms (almost everyone has gone home by now as it was 6pm) and past the caretaker until we got to my room.
I offered her a seat and got my pen and notepad ready to make notes about this meeting. She sat down with her legs crossed and her skirt rode up her leg even further. Did she not want me to be able to concentrate during this meeting?!
She began to talk about how Michael has been through a lot in the past few weeks and was struggling to say why. You could see that she was deeply sad about the situation she was in. Then she said it.
"My husband left me for someone else..he just packed his bag and told me he'd been fucking his stupid little hoe of an assistant for the last 3 months!! What a cunt!....oh gosh, Miss Waters I'm so sorry, I don't mean to have such a foul mouth...he just angers me so much and I hate him for leaving Michael too"
I was utterly gobsmacked...one at the language she used but two at the fact that Mr James could have the audacity to leave this sexy creature?! I mean...is he blind?
