The Petite Math Teacher

Ms. Marcy Daniels was a very pretty and sweet woman who I have known for several years. You see, at one time, she was my math teacher back in high school which seems like such a long time ago. In actuality, it was only ten years ago. Let’s just say that in Ms. Daniels class she never had to tell me to wake up and pay attention because she was such an object of beauty.

Ms. Daniels, age 28, is slender in size and probably only stands about 5’2” tall. She has Light brown hair which is always kept at shoulder length and is usually curled under or flipped out. Her skin tone was very light but milky smooth and when she looked at you with her smoky blue eyes it almost made you melt. She always dressed very conservatively and never showed off any skin. Normally she had on a full length skirt which fell to the ankle and a regular looking blouse which covered up her rather small but perky A/B cup breast. Some of her skirts had slits in the back up to her knee so when she walked in her pumps you would at least get a glimpse of her nylon covered legs.

Ms Daniels was very easy on the eyes and the fact that she dressed so conservatively made you lust after her even more. You knew that underneath all those clothes was a hot body; she just left a lot to your imagination. Boy did I imagine! I would often day dream about her and usually it was in her class. I wondered about stuff like if her nylons went all the way up or if they were thigh highs. I wondered about what kind of bra she was wearing. Was it lacy? Was it sheer or cotton? Thoughts like these often kept my mind busy in class when I was supposed to be learning math.

When I was a sophomore in high school Ms. Daniels husband was killed in an accident. It was very hard on her for a long time but a lot of people in our church helped her through it. I for example volunteered to cut her grass for her every week. She had a big back yard but I didn’t care one bit. It was more time that I had to possibly see Ms. Daniels. Week after week during the hot summer I would show up on a Saturday and start mowing her lawn.

Several times she would come out on her back porch, usually in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and wave at me to show that she had drinks waiting. I would spend a couple of minutes chatting with her while I drank up and every week she would try to pay me, but I constantly refused it. She would always give me the biggest smile and thank me, often touching my shoulder. I continued mowing her lawn, drenched in sweat without a shirt on, and I always wondered if she found my body attractive. I worked out constantly and had a nicely built shape.

Never the less, time went by fast, and after a few summers of cutting Ms. Daniels grass I was graduating high school. Marcy and I grew somewhat close after spending as much time together as we did. I didn’t just cut her grass; I also did odd jobs for her around the house. Whenever she needed help with anything she always called me and I never complained.

Well, it came time for college to start and I was leaving town to study in a different state. About a week before I was to leave my car went all to hell. I had a cracked head, a bad oil pump, and internal engine damage. The prognosis wasn’t good and it looked like I needed a new engine. The only problem was I couldn’t afford a new engine. I was broke. A couple of days later the phone rang and it was Marcy.

“Hey Dom, its Marcy. Can you come over my house this afternoon? I have a going away present for you.”

“Yeah sure, I’ll be over around four O’clock,” I replied.

My curiosity was definitely peaked. I couldn’t help but wonder what she had gotten me. Or maybe she’s going to come on to me and seduce me before I leave for a really long time. After all, I was eighteen. My imagination was going wild with lustful thoughts and I couldn’t wait to find out.

I promptly arrived at Marcy’s front door at four O’clock and found it open so I walked inside. As I walked into her living room Marcy was bent over in a tight pair of jeans digging through a box of stuff. I could see her panty line and the small of her back as her shirt was creeping up.

“Hey Ms. Daniels,” I said.

“Oh hey Dom, I didn’t even hear you come in,” she replied as she stood up and greeted me with a hug.

“Come here and sit with me for a few minutes,” Marcy said motioning with her finger.

I sat next to her on the couch and she began asking me about college. As she was talking to me she crossed her legs and lightly swung her foot back and forth in the air. I couldn’t help but notice her dainty, smooth feet with the most beautiful pink manicured toes. Oh what I would give to suck on them one by one. Anyways, she asked me all about my classes and the campus and we talked for about ten minutes.

After talking for a while, Marcy got up and told me to follow her to the garage.

“Surprise!” Marcy said pointing to the Camaro which used to be her husbands.

“I kept this car for the past few years since my husband died and didn’t really know what to do with it, but when I heard that your car died on you I knew right away that I had to give this to you. It’s the least that I can do to repay everything you have done for me.”

“You are the best!” I told Marcy while I gave her a big, long hug. Her hair was so soft as it brushed my face and as I pulled out of the hug I gave her cheek a kiss. Marcy looked at me and smiled while I checked out the car. It was bad ass and I couldn’t wait to drive it. Marcy and I said our goodbyes and I drove off from her house only to leave town a couple days later.

College was great! There were so many hot chicks on campus. There was one girl in particular named Karen that I got to know real well. One day I was walking on campus and out of nowhere this girl was walking in front of me. She was about 5’3” and nice and thick. She had on some of those itty bitty, orange, cotton shorts that barely covered her plump round ass and across her but cheeks was the word hottie. The orange shorts went well with her dark tan, and don’t get me wrong when I say she was thick I don’t mean fat by any means. She just wasn’t your average skin and bones girl.

I don’t know about you but I like some meat to grab onto. I kept following her and eventually she stopped at a café for a drink. I got right behind her in line and continued to look her up and down. I finally got a good look at the front of her, and damn did she have some big tits. You could see the outline of her lace bra pressing against her thin white t-shirt that was holding back those huge puppies.