Teacher and Dad

Written by: Raingirl

My new teaching job takes me to a small fishing community. One of my student's dad is like a dream come true. We arrange to get away from prying eyes and my inhibitions go away too!

Teacher 

I graduated from the university with a teaching degree and moved to a
small coastal city where there were openings for 2nd grade teachers.  
The main industry was fishing and many of the kids spent time in the 
after school daycare waiting for their parents to finish work out on 
the boats or in the processing plant.  One little girl who's name was 
Shelly was an only child and her dad, Greg,  was a fisherman.  Her mom 
had divorced him because she couldn't stand the lifestyle. 

I first met Greg at my first parent's meeting and he came in with Shelly
and introduced himself.  He was about 26 and I was totally taken by his 
looks.  He didn't come off like the stereo-typical fisherman with a 3 
day beard and smelling of fish scales and sweat  He was 6'3" tall with 
blonde hair, blue eyes, clean shaven and a physique that could have him 
doing Calvin Klein underwear commercials!  Compared to him, I felt like 
a child myself at 5'2" and 102 lbs.  He smelled so good that I just 
wanted to stand near him and take in the aroma.  The turn-out was 
pretty light, and with only 14 students in my class, I had lots of time 
to chat with Greg.  Shelly was a perfect little daughter and she sat 
quietly as we found out about one another. 

One of Shelly's friends was at the open house too and asked if she could
come over to her house afterwards and play.  "Can I daddy?" Shelly 
asked with her big blue eyes looking up at her towering father.  "Sure, 
that's fine, but be home in an hour."  He replied and the two girls 
skipped out with the other girl's mom. 

The rest of the parents and kids wandered out, but Greg stayed to chat
and helped me put the room back in the right arrangement for class the 
next day.  I had just moved a chair to one of the small tables and 
turned quickly only to bump hard into Greg as he moved another chair 
for me.  I started to fall over the table and with his one free hand, 
grabbed me around my waist to keep me from crashing over the table.  I 
was a bit awkward with him holding a chair in one hand and me, totally 
off the ground in the other.  As he lowered me down, part of his hand 
was resting against the bottom of my breasts and my heart was pounding. 
 "Jeeze, I'm sorry!" I said as I straightened out my skirt and smiled 
up at his slender face.  "Oh no, it was my fault!" Greg answered as I 
felt his gaze lingering on my body. 

The intercom clicked on and the principal gave an announcement that the
open house was over and thanked the parents and students for coming.  
Greg seemed to want to ask me something, so I fidgeted with the papers 
on my desk as the hallway got quiet.  "Could I buy you a cup of 
coffee?" he asked in a polite tone.  "Well, I don't drink coffee, but 
maybe we could just go talk somewhere." I replied like a schoolgirl 
getting asked out on her first date.  Then without thinking much about 
it, I suggested "Maybe you could show me your boat?"  "Sure" Greg 
answered "Just follow me and I'll give you the tour." 

As we left the parking lot, I was feeling a little sinister having
suggested to go down to his boat and me a new school teacher with his 
young daughter as one of my new students, but I was feeling very drawn 
to his gentle nature and his incredible looks.  We wound down to the 
fishing docks and parked our cars.  "It's down here" he said as I 
followed him close behind, all the while, ogling his nice butt in those 
tight slacks.  The boat was well kept, about a 35'er and he held out 
his hand to help me aboard.  The touch of his hand sent little shivers 
through my arm and I could feel my heart racing.  As Greg unlocked the 
cabin door, I started to wonder if this was a very smart thing for me 
to be doing.  I was nervous about being seen with a parent of one of my 
students that could be construed as compromising. 

We stepped down into the cabin where there was a small galley, a "U"
shaped dinette and a bunk forward.  "How about a Coke?" he asked as he 
rummaged through the small refrigerator.  "Sure, that would be great." 
I said as I slid onto the seat of the dinette.  I knew we didn't have 
much time since his daughter was supposed to only be at her friends for 
and hour, and 20 minutes had already passed.  Greg asked me a little 
about where I was from and how I came to their town.  Then he told me a 
bit about Shelly's mom and why she left.  "She just didn't think that 
being a fisherman's wife was exciting or glamorous enough for her, and 
she took off one night and left me and Shelly and didn't come back" I 
was amazed that this woman could walk away from such a gorgeous man and 


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