She was sitting there, dressed formally like a teacher from the waist and above, but in yoga pants below. Her legs were spread, not spread as in inviting someone to come over for some fun, but spread as in sitting comfortably, but that gave me a view that invited me nevertheless.
She’s staying with me and my wife in our apartment for now, since she had it rough lately with rent and all that, being a young (24 yo) teacher in these late circumstances isn’t easy.
My wife was still sleeping in our bedroom. It was still early. It was just me in the kitchen, and her in the living room, sitting at the table, giving a class, with her laptop open, and her legs open as I mentioned.
She noticed me checking her out I think. She started pausing a bit between her sentences, and giving me a few glances. I smiled at her. She didn’t want to smile back, probably to not attract the attention of her class, but I could see it in her eyes that she liked how I checked her out, and then afterwards, she gave me another sign that she liked it.