Cindy Lynn, The Spanish Teacher.

Spencer was watching Amy warming up with Kimberly, to begin with. The girls practising using their mitts by throwing long balls to each other. The general focus of the Dads there in attendance today was broken from their children playing by the approaching arrival of someone jogging. An attractive fit looking woman was running toward the school grandstand with a younger male beside her. Spencer and the rest of the dads could make out a lavender coloured sports bra and a tight pair of jogging shorts.

Getting close Spencer could see that it was Cindy Lynn, the school’s Spanish teacher, with a former student of the school that had graduated a few years ago and gone on to play college football. The mothers in attendance giving the beautiful teacher glaring looks as she stopped jogging to do some stretches right in front of all the parents. Her chosen spot to warm down likely no coincidence and planned for maximum effect.

With half the eyes on her and all the glares, Cindy finished her stretching using the former student for help. Spencer expected her to continue off the way they were going but instead, she started to walk up the stairs of the bleachers, headed his way.

“Hi, Spencer. I thought that was you up there,” Cindy said as she dropped onto the wooden seat beside him.

“Miss Lynn. How are you?” Spencer asked aware that he was the centre of jealous attention.

“Fantastic. I just ran eight miles,” she told him without any sign of hard breathing.

“Won't you get cold now that you’ve stopped?”

Cindy was in just her tiny running outfit and it was still very cold this late in the morning. Spencer would be freezing and was wearing a woollen knit jumper accordingly.

“Oh, I just need something to warm me up inside! That will do,” Cindy said with a laugh as she hugged herself to Spencer’s arm looking down at his crotch.

Spencer could feel her diamond hard nipples poking into him in her sports bra as she reached for his groin. He was about to jump up thinking she was about to grab his junk when she took hold of the coffee cup he was holding between his legs.

“Mmm,” Cindy purred as she took a swing from Spencer’s hot drink. A small droplet running down her chin as she let go with her mouth. Cindy’s fingers coming up to wipe it away into her lips.

Spencer swallowed hard as Cindy handed the mug back to him.

“Is Amy taking Spanish next semester?” the teacher asked in a complete and sudden change of subject.

“Umm, I’m not sure,” Spencer wasn’t sure what she had in her timetable after the break.

“Well drop by my classroom sometime and I can get you started with some oral lessons for when she does,” Cindy adding a rolling purr to the “R’ when she said oral.

“I’ll, ahh, check with her later,” Spencer said.

“Ok. Well, I’d better keep going. Don’t want our heart rates dropping too much,” Cindy said as she stood back up and shuffled her feet quickly back down the stairs. Spencer’s eyes and many others on her shimmying rear as she went.

It was just a practise game so scores weren’t kept but my Spencer’s rough calculations Amy and The Carter Junior High team won by a run or two. Amy played well. Spencer was up cheering for his girl when she hit a home run. Amy managed another run in as well as a sharp catch at third base. Kimberly too doing a good job at the team’s catcher.

Spencer congratulated Amy after the game as they were heading to the front of the school to wait for a taxi back to their house. Spencer allowed Amy to pick what takeaway they had for dinner tonight as a treat for doing so well but she was happy with leftover pizza in the fridge. Amy happy to eat it cold again the next day which is something Spencer could never do. It had to be heated up in the oven for him.

Spencer put Amy’s sports uniform on to wash that afternoon before he headed out onto the lake with his canoe to get a little exercise of his own in. Unfortunately, Spencer’s left shoulder was clicking a little bit and causing him some pain, perhaps from the accident this week, and had to call it quits before very long. He’d look at booking an appointment for a massage or a physio next week when he had a car to get around properly again.

Over pizza, Spencer and Amy watched a pair of movies together on the couch. A recent romantic one for Amy first and then an older classic for Spencer. Amy always finding her dad’s choice in movies boring and falling asleep beside him. With the movies over, Spencer picked up his daughter and carried her into bed. If she got much bigger or his shoulder kept aching as it did then, he wouldn’t be able to do it for much longer.

It had been a big week for Spencer so he took the opportunity to get an early night just like Amy did. He had a lot to do come Monday and didn’t want to drag his feet at all.