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By *acrob OP Man
over a year ago
South Worcestershire |
I was 23, and just graduated; having been planning on a career in rugby and then damaged my back beyond repair it was PE teaching for me and my first day in my first job. All in the assembly hall, the Leadership team where all on the stage as the Head addressed the staff, a special message for those of us new to the school and the profession.
I was wondering off on my own thoughts, bored from all this sitting on a sunny September morning. Looking around, most everybody else was paying close attention, and I decided I should make the effort - day one, start as you mean to go on! Each of the Leadership team was then introducing themselves, and talking about what they did when the day got a lot more interesting as the Head of Sixth Form stood up and walked forward to talk.
Her Italian name caught my attention, but not as much as the thick dark hair, the bright white blouse, and the way her ass moved when she walked back to her chair; Gisella was someone I wanted to get to know better, and she was heading the group I was in for the session after coffee. I watched her for the rest of this bit. She was older, maybe early forties with tanned skin and long legs that wouldn’t fit under the chair she was sat in. The way she was sat - straight back and posture erect - showed her tan spread down her neck and disappeared into the open necked shirt, and she looked as if she could be sitting anywhere and look just as good.
No nerves, no fidgeting, just a cool confidence of someone who knew her value and was confident enough to sit out in front of almost 150 teachers like it was nothing.
Talk over, everyone shuffled off to coffee in the staff room, and I followed as closely behind as I could. She moved with shoulders back and her curves where more obvious than I had noticed. She swayed when she walked, and I was staring at her ass when I heard my name
“Dan, you are with my group, Si?”
I looked up and she was talking to me over her shoulder, stirring her coffee and not looking at me at all yet she knew I was there?
“Ah, yeah, you are talking us through the sixth form”
She turned now and smiled, and I felt my cock twitch as she gave me her full attention - older women have always been my thing and Gisella was something else; stunning face with almost black eyes matching her hair, and that perfume……….
Her white shirt was open three buttonless deep, and I could just see cleavage, tanned and firm when she spoke to me again
“I hope you pay as much attention when I’m talking as you do when I’m getting coffee”
She touched my arm and brushed past me, a little bit closer than she needed to and trailed her fingers down my forearm as she passed. That accent, the skin, those olive tits and I was sure there was a tone in her voice that meant my cock was right to pay attention - couldn’t get to that sixth form talk quick enough |
