Lunchtime

“Turn around.” Ms. A said sternly as I slowly turned around to somewhat enjoy the moment. I wasn’t sure if this was the last I was going to see her naked. Moments later she told me it was ok to look. The robe looked snug on her but you could still tell she had massive breasts. I don’t think any piece of clothing in the world could hide those. We slowly made our way from the garage, into the laundry room, and through the kitchen. “It’s already been a crazy day.” Ms. A said to break the tension. “How about lunch?” She asked cheerfully. I was surprised she had a sunny disposition about herself with the situation that just happened. Her breasts still slightly swayed in the robe even with the belt tied around her waist. It actually made them stick out more, which I wasn’t sure was intentional.

“Let’s eat sandwiches.” Ms. A said; shortly after made a couple of turkey sandwiches for us as we both sat on one side of the table meant for four. There was still tension in the air. My dumb male brain still couldn’t pry my eyes away completely even from her clothed chest. I think my brain thought the robe might fall off at any time. Ms. A started to make slight conversation about my plans for my junior year and possible future plans. I knew these were just filler questions and she just didn’t want to eat in silence. We were both finishing up the sandwiches when Ms. A made the strange comment. "Don't pretend like you haven't been trying to see them all day..."