"Ugh," I was burning up, trying to grade papers during my free period, sweat running down my neck and armpits, as I pulled the front of my blouse away from my body. The Mississippi heat was brutal today, hell 95 degrees in the shade!
Fanning my blouse trying to cool myself, I was unaware of Principal Manning at my door staring at me. Clearing his throat, "You look hot," as he stared at my chest, with a gleam in his eye.
"Oh, I didn't hear you come in Melvin," I mumbled, I knew he wasn't referring to the heat, he constantly was making sly comments trying to flirt with me, as well as other females in the school.
As he strolled up to my desk, I went to stand and almost tripped, my foot catching the corner of my chair, he made me so nervous.
"Careful," he growled, grabbing my arm, his other hand around my hip, "I would hate my favorite teacher to hurt herself, it wouldn't be the same around here without you," he grinned.
"I'm.. fine... thank you," as I stammered and moved away from him, "this heat is just getting to me."
"Yeah, the central air conditioning is not working properly, that's why I installed a window unit in my office," he chuckled. "Too bad we can't do that for all the classrooms, but the school board said they would put in a new system this summer.
In the mean time, you're welcome to join me in my office,...you know to finish what you were doing," he smiled from ear to ear.
I knew he had a reputation for screwing several women, and suspected he was screwing Mrs. Brooks his secretary. He had been divorced twice, understandably, but I had to hand it to him, he was handsome as hell and probably good in bed.
What the hell, I thought to myself, why did I just picture him naked!
"I'll be fine, but.... thanks.... I will just go down to the teachers lounge....it's usually cooler there," as I fumbled around loading my brief case.
A shout from the doorway, "Mr. Manning," one of the baseball team members hollered, "Coach Wilson asked me to find you, he wanted you to come out to the ball field."
"Okay son, tell him I'll be right there," he frowned. "Guess I better go see what Bo wants, just remember the offer stands, you can use my office anytime,....you know... that you get hot," as he winked and walked out.
Jesus, what the hell! Sitting back down in my chair, my heart was racing, I felt flushed, here lately it seemed my mind thought about sex too often. Probably from my husband Bill constantly talking dirty in bed as we screwed, always saying shit like "oh baby, did you see how so and so was staring at your ass," or "God babe, our old neighbor, couldn't take his eyes off your tits," then he would come inside me before I was able to orgasm! Damn it had to be months since I had an orgasm, not counting the ones I gave myself in the shower out of frustration.
The lounge was cooler, and I got some work done, but was interrupted when Mrs. Brooks came in, "Hi Valerie, aren't you glad the school year is about over. Oh by the way, have you finally got settled in your new home?" as she pranced over to the drink machine.
She was an attractive 32 year old woman, but an airhead, but I could see why Melvin wanted her as his secretary, eye candy. With a fake smile I responded, "No I still have tons of boxes to unpack, hopefully this weekend I can get a lot done. I would like to have it all done by the time school is out, so I can just kick back and relax."
"It's a shame your handsome son is not around to help you," she giggled. "How's he doing at West Point?"
"Finishing up his freshman year and doing very well, we may fly up this summer and visit him one weekend."
"Tell him we all miss him around here. Well I better get back, Mr Manning was not in a good mood when he left the office to go see Coach Wilson, I need to be there when he gets back," she giggled again. "I hate to see him upset, he works so hard and then has to go home to an empty house. It's so sad, his wife leaving him," she frowned.
"Yeah it's really sad," I responded, wanting to throw up! She left because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants dumb ass. But I didn't tell her that, surely she already knew more about his dick than I did.
Thank God the bell rang for the last period, so I headed back to my classroom, as she sashayed down the hall to the office.
Last period ended at 3:30, and I felt like I had been roasted in an oven. Hell the kids were even too hot pay attention in class, and I couldn't blame them. A couple of times I caught a couple of boys staring at my chest, my blouse was pasted to my chest and you could plainly see the outline of my bra. As soon as I glared at them they dropped their heads and pretended to be working on their assignment. Thank God the final bell rang and I could go home.
Reaching my car was no help, it was like getting in a blast furnace, and only started cooling down about the time I got home. The a/c was probably low on Freon, something else Bill said he would take care of last week and didn't.
Hot, sweaty, angry I stormed in the house, of course Bill was not there for me to unload on, just a note saying he would be late. Meaning he had been home and left again. Going to the bedroom I quickly stripped and jumped in the shower, a cool shower, sure as shit didn't need a hot shower.
Feeling better after the shower, I stood in front of the mirror wearing just my bra and panties. For 43 I didn't look bad I thought, not as pretty as Mrs. Brooks, maybe my ass was a little big, but damn it was fairly firm. Bill himself said other men stared at my ass. Without a bra my tits might sag a little, but looked nice in my bra.
KNOCK KNOCK. Shit someone was at the door, so I grabbed a pair of shorts and tank top and threw them on and went barefooted to the door.
Opening the door, our neighbor Ed Spencer was standing there grinning down at me. At 6' 2" to my 5'2" he towered over me. "What's up Mr. Spencer?"
"Still insist on calling me Mr. Spencer," he chuckled. "I told you to just call me Ed, hell if my daughter disobeyed me I would bend her over my knee and spank her," he laughed.
Looking up at him I realized I had never really considered how handsome he was, for a 63 year old man he was built solid, gray hair, and gray eyes that sparkled when he smiled. "Sorry Mr.... I mean Ed, I've just had a terrible day, and just got out of the shower. Bill is not here if you're looking for him."
"Not really," he grinned, " I was just working in the backyard, and it sounded like your pool skimmer was stopped up, afraid if you didn't fix it, it might burn the motor up."
"Oh my," I groaned, "we have never had a pool and I don't know anything about them. Bill takes care of it and he's not home," I frowned.
"I'll be happy to take care of it for you, if you don't mind," he smiled.
"I hate to ask you Mr......sorry Ed, you have been so helpful already to us since we moved in."
"Nonsense, it won't take a minute, as a matter of fact let me show you how, then if it happens again you will be able to handle it. How does that sound?"
"Sure, that would be great, I need to learn how, in case it happens again."
Walking around the pool, he pointed out several floating chairs and said it was a good idea to leave them out of the pool when not being used. Plus he pointed out the water level was a little low. "Come here, this is where you can turn the motor off, then empty the skimmer basket. See how full it is, plus the return lines are blowing bubbles and air, that's what caught my attention. Go ahead, just lift the basket out, and dump it in the trash."
""Now what," I asked after emptying the basket, and putting it back in place.
"Now just turn this lever here to this mark, see right here? Then turn the motor back on and backwash. Try it."
"That's good now turn the motor off and move the lever back to the starting position then turn the motor back on and you're done."
"Gee, that wasn't so hard," I giggled, "thanks for showing me how to do that Ed."
"You did great, but you might want to drop a hose in and add some water, with this heat wave you need to keep an eye on the water level and it is a little low."
"God, it's 5 o'clock," I groaned as I wiped sweat from my forehead, "and it's still hot as hell."
"Yeah," he chuckled, "with daylight saving time it will be another 3 hours before the sunsets, then it will still be in the high 80's," as he wiped sweat from his eyes.
I laid the hose in the pool and looked up at Ed, his tee shirt was stuck to him from the sweat, and you could see his pectoral muscles, and firm abs. He was definitely in good shape for a man his age. His cargo shorts fit snugly, as my eyes traveled down his long body, to his thick muscled thighs. There was a bugle in his shorts, as I stared at his crotch, and I licked my lips, as a tingle ran down between my legs.
"Valerie," he snapped his fingers, "Valerie, you okay hon?"
"Sorry," I mumbled, "this heat is just really getting to me today."
"Hey Ed," my husband shouted from the patio, "glad you're here. Can I offer you a beer?"
"That would be great if you have an extra," grinned Ed.
Thank goodness he showed up I thought, Ed had just caught me staring at his crotch, and my panties were wet, and not just from sweat!
"Where have you been," I snapped, "the skimmer was stopped up, and Ed was kind enough to show me how to fix it before the motor burned up."
"Sorry babe, I had to run out and meet a customer, I left a note figuring I would be late, but fortunately it didn't take long to clear up his order," as he came over and threw his arm around my shoulder and kissed my sweaty forehead.
