And it’s only ten after seven
Long story short, our pest control man now knows what my naked butt looks like
And not that you didn’t guess but
Archie is the culprit
I kind of assumed
The pest control guy is having the best day of his life
I do have a great ass
But… at the angle in which he saw it
I don’t know how great it looked
And what angle might that have been?
Bent over the bathtub, pulling the drain
I want to crawl out of my skin every time I think about it
Well today’s a first for me
First for what?
For me to be jealous of a pest control man
It’s harmless, a little flirty, light hearted, and easy. The rest of our conversation that day was similar in tone—and later that night, Clara June even called me, and told me the entire story.
The pest control man, who insists on coming at seven in the morning when she’s trying to get everyone ready for the day, always knocks on the door and asks if he can come through the house to get to the garage. Every time he asks, Clara June says no.
This particular morning, she was getting out of the bath when the doorbell rang. Archie, living his best life, simply opened the door and invited the guy inside. And before leading the man to the garage door, he ran to Clara June’s room, pushed open both her bedroom door and bathroom door, and pulled back the shower door to reveal Clara June, naked and bent over, pulling the drain to the tub.
She turned and made direct eye contact with the man, who ambled outside and left the bill under the doormat.
It’s not a sexy story by any means, and in truth, when she told me, I did feel bad for her. Once when I was in my first year of teaching, I was working out in the weight room long after the last bell had rung, and a few other teachers were in there doing the same thing. I was crouched, talking to onefemale teacher who left Bluebell High shortly after I started, and I was going on and on about coaching, and how much the football program is going to change. I couldn’t understand why she was so quiet and standoffish. After all, attracting women has never been a problem. Being mentally and emotionally attracted after the physical attraction, however, is always the issue.
After I’d gotten home that night, I stripped down for a shower and realized both my underwear and my shorts had a hole in the exact same spot, and when I was crouching down re racking weights, I was also giving her a nice look at my hairy balls.
I shared that story with Clara June, and though my story was also not sexual, still, it felt kind of dangerous to talk so closely to the one undiscussed thing between us,the physical attraction.
And now, when I should get up to lift weights or pack my lunch or go over today’s history test one last time, I keep my screen on that text conversation about Clara June’s bare, bent over ass, and I reach into my shorts. I don’t dream of fucking Clara June’s brains out.
I mean, I do.
But.
The things that pass through my mind as I pull my hot, heavy cock off my thigh and start to pump are more Clara June-centered.
Burying my face in the split of her ass and eating her until she can’t think straight.
Sliding my hand between those silky thighs and finding her slit, wet and hot, waiting for my fingers. Curving and pumping them until she’s moaning that she can’t take anymore, then forcing her to give me another. And another.
Pressing my cock to her back from behind as I hold herbreast, tweak her nipple, and rub her sweet, wet little pussy until she unravels in a sticky, heated mess.
All day, every day, when I’m not teaching or coaching, I’m thinking of how badly I want to make Clara June come. All the ways in which I would make her come. How she sounds when she comes. What she must look like when she comes.
