Suzy Crenshaw had her slick, glossy black hair pulled back into a tight bun; this revealed the young wife's slim, graceful neck perfectly; it flowed into her shoulders, which she always kept back in perfect posture.
She usually wore button up sweaters or knit tops, and as the maintenance man stepped into the young teachers room he could see that she was wearing a thin zip up sweater that hugged her torso, her slightly curved tummy and her grapefruit sized breasts.
Cal smiled at her, and noticed that unlike most days he could easily see the thick stubs of her nipples. His fat cock gave a lurch as his assistant came to stand beside him, a younger hispanic man.
"Hi, Suzy, I'm surprised to see you still here!" he said, stepping further into the room. She was of asian descent, and he had always thought she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, with a wide, bright smile and full lips, and a well defined, pixyish face.
The sweater was zipped up all the way, but left her collarbones and upper chest on display, even if no cleavage. The sweater was tight and thin enough so he could see where her soft breasts were slightly overflowing the cups of her bra.
She just sat there, biting her full lower lip, looking up at him through her stylish glasses. He stepped a bit further into the room, and Jimmy, his assistant, turned and pushed the door gently shut.
Cal noticed she started slightly when he did that but did not say anything; at this point the school was deserted. She gripped the arms of her chair and drew in a deep breath, oblivious to the fact that the older black man was staring intently at her gently heaving breasts. Had her nipples gotten a bit bigger? He was not really sure.
"What's up, Mrs. Crenshaw?" he said softly, stepping up beside her chair. He laid his big hand on her slim shoulder and rubbed it slightly. Now that he was standing almost over her he could see a bit of her cleavage, and noticed that she was wearing a short, tight skirt - he smiled as he realized he could just barely see the thicker line at the top of her tan stockings.
"Umm, I'm - I'm not sure I want to talk about it Cal," she said softly, looking up at him. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his assistant, a handsome Latino man in his 30's, sit down on the desk. She couldn't remember his name. After a moment he also reached out and began rubbing her other shoulder.
A strong shiver raced through the beautiful teacher; the men's hands felt to hot through the thin sweater, and she twisted slightly, wishing that they would stop touching her, but she decided not to say anything. She found she was staring at Cal's crotch - she could see where his shaft was beginning to strain against his trousers, and she shifted again as the men's hands kept rubbing and squeezing her shoulders.
"One of my students got a little excited and tried to take advantage of me," she said after a long moment, not believing she was telling the men about this!
"Well, what happened, Mrs. Crenshaw?" The hispanic man asked, and then she remembered his name was Jimmy.
"Ummm, it's - it's not really that important, I was just thinking whether I should report him," she said, looking up into the men's eyes, purposely not looking at Cal's crotch; had the tent in his trousers gotten a bit bigger?
Suzy blushed deeply.
"Aww, come on Mrs. Crenshaw, maybe getting it off your chest will help you decide what to do with this young man? How did he try to take advantage of you?"
Suzy knew she shouldn't tell them, but her blood was pulsing strongly in her veins, and the men's hands seemed red hot on her shoulders and back. She felt Jimmy toying with her bra strap.
"He, umm, he sat on my desk and - ohn, well, he just, just pulled out his - umm, his thing," she finished lamely, looking around the room.