My first experience in the work forced was something I needed to share with someone. It's not like I could talk to my Mother. You all know I couldn't tell my best friend who happens to be my high school sweetheart. So I decided to basically tell all of you. I hope you don't mind.
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I guess I should start at the beginning. I am a country boy from the Midwest. I guess you could say I am a nerdy country boy. I graduated college and got my teaching degree. Jobs in that field around home were far and few to be found. I don't really know quite how but I was offered a temporary position as an assistant teacher for special needs kids. Shockingly it was on the west coast. Oh yeah California. So I packed my belongings in my F150 and moved out of my mom's basement. No seriously I was living in her basement. The drive was long and a few times I almost turned back.
Well it didn't take long to realize my pay wasn't going to feed, clothe and house me. I had decided I could sleep in my truck. Then my fortune changed. On my first day at work I met the amazing Mrs. C. Sure she was old enough to my mom but oh my goodness she was so "HOT". Now she wasn't what I thought a California girl looked like. You know blond, blue and tanned. She was the teacher I would be assisting.
When I entered her class room the first time, she was standing with her back to me. She was leaning slightly over her desk. She was wearing a white top that exposed her great shape. The Capri pants seemed to hug every fold of her nice firm rear. On her ankle was a gold bracelet. Her feet were bare.
As we talked, she asked about my living arrangements and before I even got to the part of sleeping in my truck she explained how there was an empty bedroom at her house. She made a quick call to her husband and I had a roof over my head.
Alright I know that was boring. Now I'll try to tell the rest of the story. I followed Mrs. C home. She showed me to a nice, place almost like an apartment over the attached garage. I got settled in a bit before Mr. C got home. I was invited to eat dinner with them. They seemed like nice folks and they made me feel at home.
After dinner I helped Mrs. C clean the table and we were washing dishes and talking. I was rinsing dishes and she was stacking them in the dishwasher. Every time she bent over, the oversized shirt she had on gave me a great view of her amazing breasts. Now I hadn't seen many breasts on women, well except on the internet and oh yeah, my mom's. Ok, don't hate the nerd I am a guy and we all know how guys are. I swear I could see all the way to her sexy toes. Now don't get it wrong, she also had on a nice pair of shorts.
She must have caught me peeking down her top about the same time she saw the bulge in my shorts. She casually stood up adjusting her top. Ok, do you remember I said I was a nerd? I could feel my face turning red as thoughts of her tossing all my stuff and me into the street. To my surprise she smiled, kind of lifted her eyebrows and said nothing. I was so glad when the dishes were done and I excused myself to slither to my room like the snake I was sure she thought I was.