One of the perks of being a teacher was the number of women it brings you into contact with. For a young and single guy it could be a lot of fun. It wasn’t just the regular permanent staff, there were often fresh faces in the form of supply teachers and students.
As an aside, some of the kinkiest girls and women I’ve been with were teachers. Maybe it’s the persistent veneer of professionalism they needed to have all day, bottling up their wilder sides until they get uncorked. Judy definitely fits into this category.
She was a supply teacher. About 10 years older than me. I helped her out with a few things when she first arrived. I checked her out, mainly her legs due to the fishnets she was wearing, and at first glance I thought she otherwise wasn’t my type: a little plain, dare I even say dowdy. We got chatting though and she was funny. And flirty. She made it very clear in our conversation that she lived alone. Maybe she thought she was being subtle but I knew she wanted me to know she was single. I saw her at break and lunchtime too. We got on well. Really well. Home time comes around and I check in, wondering if I should invite her out. I needn’t have wondered as she asked me.