RWS-181 Present For Teacher by Jackson Robard


Chapter 1


"God, you're beautiful, Miriam," Roger Trenton said in hushed awe as he 
stood near the lovely blonde woman. "You're the most beautiful woman 
I've ever known."

"Nonsense," Miriam Dodge softly giggled. "I'm a thirty-four year old 
English teacher past her prime. Flattery will get you nowhere, Roger."

"You know you're every bit as youthful looking as when you were twenty. 
Why, if I didn't know better, I'd say you could be my son Mark's older 
sister."

The handsome, dark-haired man spoke with genuine admiration in his 
voice as he rapturously studied her magnificently-proportioned body. 
She was sitting in a relaxed position on a striped blanket, their 
picnic lunch spread around her like an offering, and her hand was 
slightly stroking the heavily furred neck of Roger's German Shepherd 
dog, Buck. Golden sunlight of the abnormally hot Indian summer filtered 
through surrounding pines and gilded her already tanned form like an 
admiring spotlight from the Gods. From where Roger stood at the other 
side of the mossy clearing, the pretty school teacher was the ultimate 
he had ever desired in a woman, and his leanly muscular thighs throbbed 
to possess all of her ripely curvaceous flesh.

Miriam Dodge was wearing far less than she really thought to be proper, 
considering she had hardly known Roger Trenton for more than a month. 
He was the biology instructor and assistant coach at Logansville High 
School, and she had met him when she'd joined the faculty in late 
August, preparatory to the coming school year. Now, in the third 
Saturday of September, he had convinced her to share a picnic with him 
in the wooded foothills west of the small Northern California 
community. She had eagerly agreed, having had enjoyable evening dates 
with him almost constantly since they'd met. Unfortunately, she had 
discovered this morning that her only clothes casual enough for 
mountainous trails were terribly revealing. The thinly sheer blouse 
barely hid her high-set, widely-spaced breasts whose rose-tipped 
nipples were clearly etched in the flimsy fabric of her thin brassiere. 
The taut material tapered down over a thin, girlish waist and flat, 
smooth stomach to where her hugging pink shorts clung lovingly to her 
smoothly sloping hips, pulling against the gracefully jutting curves of 
her thighs. Below the cuff of the faded hot-pants, her legs were long 
columns of breathtakingly curved flesh which tapered gracefully into 
thin, well-formed ankles. And as she'd shed her pair of brown leather 
flats, her slim bare feet with their small toes peeked from where she 
had curled her ripely tanned legs beneath firmly rounded buttocks.

Miriam's long, satiny blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face that would 
cause any male to turn his head when she passed. Her azure blue eyes 
were set slightly apart and her dainty, pert nose was dotted with 
freckles across its bridge. Her full ripe mouth had the lower lips 
protruding slightly in an almost perpetual little-girl pout, which 
added a sensual look to her round dimpled chin and softly tanned satiny 
complexion. She was a mature blonde Venus that would attract admiring 
attention from the most discriminating men--and envy from women.


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