Several years ago I made a trip back to my hometown to check on my elderly mother who was hospitalized. I had not lived in the town since my high school days and had lost track of most of my old acquaintances. On one of my first trips to the hospital I heard someone call out the nickname I had in grade school. I turned expecting to see a relative or old friend but I only saw an attractive dark haired lady in nurse's scrubs. I looked but did not recognize the smiling nurse.
"Well Bobby, you don't remember me do you? Think back to elementary school and a girl who wore long braids and even longer skirts."
I was still drawing a blank until she said the name "Wanda." Then I remembered. She was several years younger than me. I also remember her being raised in a very strict family. It was difficult to place the girl I remembered in the voluptuous body of the woman in the nurse's scrubs that seemed to be molded to her ample bosom and muscular thighs. We stood there in the corridor talking for fifteen minutes or so until she was paged.
I was in my mother's room when Wanda stuck head in to ask if I would like to have dinner with her while I was in town. I agreed and we set a date for the upcoming Friday evening. Wanda said that would be best because she had the weekend off.
I arrived at Wanda's condo for dinner after visiting hours that Friday evening. She met me at the door wearing a long clingy caftan that seems to sculpt itself to her curvaceous body. As we caught each other up on the twenty or so years since I graduated, Wanda explained how she had moved out of state to attend a nursing school run by her church. She had intended to become a medical missionary but had gotten married instead. Wanda explained her husband was an older man who had grown children when they met. Her husband had been a doctor and she became his nurse. They had a good life for ten or twelve years but he had died about five years earlier. Her only regret was they didn't have any children of their own.
After she returned to our hometown she started working at the main hospital. It sounded like she had changed a lot over the years. It was still hard for me to comprehend the fact that the painfully shy girl I remembered had become the gorgeous woman with whom I was sharing dinner.
"You know Bobby, the one thing I remember about you from when we were kids is that you never teased me like the other kids. This may sound funny but I always had a crush on you. But two things kept me from letting you know that. First, I was always too shy and then there was the age difference. If things then were like they are today..."
I found myself doing a double take. Wanda, are you hitting on me?
Wanda smiled, nodded her head, and even blushed as she stood-up. Picking up her wine glass and another bottle of wine, she beckoned me to follow her to her living room. I swore I could plainly see that the engorged nipples of her large breasts were now clearly visible through the material of her caftan. I could feel my cock automatically thicken because of my weakness for large breasted women.
We walked into her living room together and sat next to each other on her posh loveseat. Wanda had this sly smile on her face. You know Bobby; I know something about you from high school that I bet you never knew.
I was totally lost by what she said and I asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Well, you used to work three afternoons a week for the night school dean in the office next to the school store. I was doing an inventory by myself one day when I saw you and just watched your every move. I sank back into the love seat laughing
