Mrs. Betty came to our school as an English teacher when I was in the ninth grade, making her less than ten years older than myself. She was barely out of college, married, and had a baby daughter. None of us had any idea what her figure was like before her pregnancy, but as a young mother... she was smoking hot! Her naturally blonde hair was slightly less than shoulder length and her green eyes were mesmerizing. She was of average height, and had a voluptuous curvy figure with large C cup breasts.
Though she dressed relatively conservative, as a teacher should, there was always a little cleavage visible. The only thing that wasn't conservative was the length of her skirts. They were always slightly lower than mid thigh, showing off her gorgeous legs. Her attire and natural beauty, without a lot of makeup, commanded attention no matter what room she walked into. Class room, teachers lounge, wherever it was, all eyes turned to her when she walked in. Whether the eyes were male or female, didn't seem to matter. To top it all off, she had a very pleasant personality, a good sense of humor, and just a hint of a mischievous streak.
Just her looks alone made Mrs. Betty the object of desire of, I'm sure most, if not all, of the male teachers. Maybe even a few of the female teachers. I have no way of knowing for sure about that. In those days, in a small rural town like ours, gayness was not tolerated, openly or otherwise. For those who were into cars, she was even hotter driving around in her convertible sports car. No man ever missed a chance, if it was presented, to speak to her for even a few seconds while seated in her car. Her short skirt having ridden up, exposing more of her beautiful shapely legs, and standing next to the car allowed a good angle to see just a little more cleavage. I'm sure she knew where their eyes were focused, but seemed oblivious to the ogling. In later years, I wondered if she herself was aroused by the extra attention.
We also always looked forward to any school event after hours. Ball games, Halloween Carnival, Graduation night, to name a few, would bring Mrs. Betty to dress a little more casual. Sometimes with a skirt a little shorter than usual. A top or shirt that might reveal a bit more cleavage or fit more snugly, showing off her ample breasts. Maybe a pants suit or jeans allowing enjoyment of her beautifully sculpted ass.
Graduation night was always made a little special by Mrs. Betty for the young men who had finally completed High School successfully. Or as we called it, had completed serving our sentences. Since all of the graduates were now at least eighteen, and were no longer her students, she would give every graduate, boys and girls, a big hug of congratulations.
The hug for the girls was about what you would expect, but she made it a little more special for the boys. Maybe as much for herself as for them. It wasn't the half step away, leaning in type of hug. It was a standing close, tight, pressing her breasts against you hug, followed by a little kiss on the cheek, then a word or two of encouragement or praise directly into the ear.
In my case, she said that I had always been one of her, and most of the other teachers favorites, and I would be missed by all. I was already slightly aroused, watching her sexy body move around as she hugged each of her now former students. Feeling her soft, warm body against mine, and hearing her words gave me an instant erection! It was a little embarrassing for me, knowing she had to have felt my dick rising against her tummy. She stepped back, flashed me a big smile, then moved on to the next classmate. I was sure she quickly forgot about it, but for me, it was a moment I would never forget. The woman who I considered to be the hottest teacher on the planet, had given me a hard dick... and she knew it!
As was customary in our area, after graduation, I took a summer job locally. Staying at home with my parents for a while, and working in the local oil fields turned out to be a good move for me. The money was good and I made friends with a lot of people that would prove to be be beneficial for years to come. I was eventually able to start my own business. It was successful enough that after a few years, I was made a very generous offer by a bigger company to buy me out.
Not that I was considered a great business man, but they wanted to keep me on as what they called a "personnel manager". I did seem to have a knack for putting the right people in the right position or job to take advantage of their particular skills. Staying with that company would end up being a great move for me as well. I had a very healthy salary and great benefits, including a company truck, an expense account, and pretty much set my own work schedule. Nobody was hired or let go without going through me first. There were many employees over the years that were about to be relieved of their duties until I stepped in and moved them to a different job or position that better suited their natural talents.
During the time that I owned my business, I married and we had two children. Our son came along first, then our daughter. We had been renting a home, but wanted a place of our own. I had managed to acquire twenty acres of my grandfathers farm. After I sold my business, we built a new home on the property. It was well off of the road with an abundance of privacy. Finally, I was back at home where I belonged, in the community I grew up in. This meant that our kids would go to the same school I went to, and had several of the same teachers that I had, including Mrs. Betty!
A number of my classmates still lived in the area, as well as numerous others who went to school there. Mrs. Betty was delighted that she was still around to teach the children of some of her former students. This of course brought us to many school activities, and community events, putting us in contact with Mrs. Betty on a regular basis. We were always greeted with a big smile and a warm embrace, bringing back the memory of graduation night every time I saw her. Even after our kids graduated, she was still a sight to see. Time was being good to her and wasn't taking much of a toll. She was still as hot and sexy as she had ever been!
Aside from all the school and community activities, we hosted many back yard bar-b-que's and dinner parties for friends and relatives. Mrs. Betty and her husband were invited on a regular basis. For that reason I suppose, she was very comfortable around us. Being our daughters home room teacher her senior year, Mrs Betty was invited to several pool parties for our daughter and her classmates. She loved being included in out of school gatherings with her students, feeling that it created better teacher-student relationships, therefore making the classroom a more comfortable environment.
