41 now, 30 then. This was in my slut phase of bedding a significant proportion of faculty at the school I taught in.
The English teacher, “Amy”, and I flirted pretty often after she was hired. She was a literature nerd (as one would expect) but witty and confident. We’d find ways of dropping into one another’s classrooms and she gradually wore tighter skirts and lower cut tops. She was married, so I didn’t think it would go anywhere, but lo and behold, they had been having problems and when they separated she reached out quickly.
Not to be shallow, or an asshole, but she wasn’t the prettiest woman. Brown eyes, mousy brown hair. I would discover an incredible – and I mean incredible – body, however. Absolutely delicious, perfectly formed c-cup tits with light but not pale areolas. Fit tummy. Outstanding legs. An almost complete lack of birthmarks or freckles and the paleness of her skin made her seem like she was carved from soapstone. But the piece de resistance was that ass. Friends, when I tell you this ass was the best I’ve seen let alone slapped, groped, fucked, and nutted on – I mean it. Perfectly shaped. Round and firm. Yielding and compliant. I weep for that ass.