I am a 41-year-old high school teacher, divorced from my wife for several years.
A few months ago I went to a local motel to meet an old friend of mine who was passing through town. As I was searching for his room I passed an open door, and looking inside I recognized a young woman in a maid’s outfit, changing the bed. Her name was Cheryl, and she had been a student of mine two or three years earlier.
I wasn’t surprised to see that she was working as a motel maid. She had always been a poor student, with an attitude that was generally sullen and rebellious, and often mockingly seductive. She had been a little on the chubby side, but she seemed to have lost a little weight, and now looked rather voluptuous in her badly fitting uniform. I couldn’t help noticing her full breasts and very curvy figure.
When she caught... Read more...