My Old Teacher and I

“Mors, so good to see you!” I nodded,
“You too Ms. Thorn.”
“Oh please, it’s Rebecca.” Quickly realizing why I was there she continued, “Let me grab that paperwork for Rachel. You guys going anywhere fun on vacation?”
“Just up to our relatives house in Maine,” I replied.

We continued the small talk for the next five minutes as she continued gathering up my s****r’s work. I kept an attentive eye, catching a glimpse of her breasts as often as I could, while still getting a good view of her ass. She was more beautiful than I had remembered. Her long blond hair hung down just to her shoulder blades. As she stood bent over her desk she kept raising her right foot and letting is rub against the back of her other leg. She turned and walked towards me with a stack of papers. As she went to hand them to me, she hesitated.

“I’m sorry, I thought I had a copy of one of the assignments here, but I must have left it at home. I only live about five minutes away. I could run and grab it real quick and meet you back here in ten to fifteen minutes. Would that work?”
“That’s fine,” I responded. “Or, I could just follow you and grab it on my way home.”
She smiled and nodded in agreement. “That actually works great; I’m done here for the day. I’ll just grab my things and we will head out.”