Each new school year brings new opportunities. After twenty-five years as a classroom teacher, I accepted a position for this school year as a “Coach – Mentor.” The responsibilities are simple, help new teachers become better teachers.
I had been assigned twenty teachers, ten who were brand new and ten who were new to our district. My schedule was simple: see two teachers per day, meaning I’d see each teacher every other week in person.
Monday was the first day of school for our district. We have a weird “Modified Traditional” schedule where we start the first week of August and end the first week in June. We also have two-week breaks after each quarter (early October, late December, and early March).
On Monday I figured I’d start the year back at my old elementary school as they had four new teachers, two of whom were on my team. It was great to see all of the staff and students on the first day of school and I assisted in helping students find their new classrooms before the first bell.
My first half of the day was going to be with Miss Drysdale, a new first-grade teacher. All I knew was that she was new to our district and had only one year of teaching experience in a rural area about an hour away.
As the morning bell rang, I made my way toward room nine. As the students lined up on the blacktop, I was standing towards the back of the three lines of first-grade classes. The door for room nine opened and out walked an extremely tall and large woman. A true Big Beautiful Woman.
Miss Drysdale was dressed in stylish high-waisted black and white houndstooth pants with a large pattern, a simple black t-shirt with a low v-neck, and two-inch black heels. Not your usual teacher footwear. Her makeup was spot on, including the cute and sexy Amy Winehouse cat-eye, and bold red lipstick. I felt my cock twitch. She had raven-black hair that cascaded down past her shoulders.
To be honest, I was a bit in shock. I had never seen such a large woman dressed so nicely in person, and, more importantly, so confident. If there is one thing that turns me on it is a confident, curvy woman who knows how to dress her body. And this young woman knew exactly how to do that.
As the teachers gathered at their respective lines, I approached and the other two teachers both greeted me. Miss Drysdale then introduced herself, “Mr. Peterson, so nice to meet you. I’m Ashley Drysdale.”
“I’m sorry, I should have warned you that I was going to be on campus today. I hope you don’t mind but I’d like to sit in on your class for about ninety minutes,” I told her.
All three classes walked down the short hallway and into their rooms and I followed up in the back. I took a seat in the back corner of the room as Miss Drysdale started her class.
As I sat there, listening to her call attendance, I was transfixed on the Amazon beauty. With her two-inch heels she nearly looked me eye to eye, and I’m six-two. Miss Drysdale had wide shoulders, and a comparison to an East German swimmer would not be out of place. She was big-boned, as some would say, but well-proportioned. I would also call her voluptuous. Kim Kardashian has nothing on Miss Drysdale, as her backside was an eye catcher.
“Mr. Peterson?” she called out, snapping me out of my trance.
“Yes,” I replied.
She was simply introducing me to the class. I walked to the front and asked her for the attendance sheet. As I scanned the roster, I recognized many of the last names. I asked the first graders, “How many of you have an older brother or sister here at Lincoln Elementary?” Most of the class raised their hands. I proceeded to call on several students, asked their names, and then rattled off the names of their older siblings.
As Miss Drysdale went through the typical first day of school routine of class rules and such, I found myself daydreaming about getting naked with this BBW goddess. And how much fun I could have with her huge tits. I guessed her bust size to be at least a 40DD.
The class was working on a typical “get to know me” worksheet where the students listed the members of their family, and a bunch of their favorite things like color, food, etc. Miss Drysdale made her way to the back where I was sitting at a table.
“Well, how am I doing?” she asked.
“So far, so good,” I replied.
“I noticed you staring at me,” she said.
“I’m so sorry. I hope I did not make you uncomfortable,” I stammered, having been caught checking her out.
Miss Drysdale started to bend over and placed both palms on the table leaning closer to me. My eyes automatically looked down her v-neck shirt and her ample bosom and quickly back to her eyes. Whispering, “Yes, I big tits. I know what you’re thinking. And, yes, I’m great in bed,” she stood back up and walked to the front of the classroom.
I was stunned. This young woman had called me out. I was embarrassed, but I was also extremely turned on. Her sexy black lace bra flashed in my mind.
The bell rang and it was time for recess. After the kids filed out I was about to tell Miss Drysdale I’d talk with her at the end of the day, but she spoke first. “Mr. Peterson, will you join me for lunch here in my classroom? I have a few things I’d like to discuss with you.”
A bit surprised, I answered yes. I told her I was going to another class for the next section, but I’d be back for lunch.
Knowing what a fustercluck the first day of school can be, especially getting first graders to the cafeteria, I met Miss Drysdale and her class in the hallway and helped get her class through the lunch line and to their assigned table.
As we walked back to room nine, she said, “Thank you so much for the help getting the kids to lunch. You were a big help.”
“My pleasure. I know how crazy things are the first week, let alone the first day,” I chuckled.
I was a bit curious as to what Miss Drysdale wanted to talk about. She had caught me ogling her big tits, but she also made a joke too.
As we settled into lunch at the back table, we made a little chit-chat about where each of us went to college, our teaching experience, and life in general.
