All characters in this story are aged eighteen or over.
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It's summer, and I've just moved into a new house. It's an older house, and needs a lot of decorating. I'm a teacher, and I've decided to do most of it myself, because I've got a long, summer break.
One day, coming back home, I pick up the post and there's a leaflet inside offering help with household chores and odd jobs for reasonable rates, and I decide to call the number.
A girl answers, and we agree that she will help me paint a few rooms over the next week, starting tomorrow. She explains that she's looking for some work over the summer to help save for college.
Tomorrow comes, and I get up early, moving furniture around and covering my bedroom in dust sheets, ready to be painted.
The doorbell rings, and I come downstairs to open the door, and it's you! The new, quiet girl in my class, always pleasant and smiling, always seeming shy, blending in.
You look different today, wearing paint covered overalls that look a bit too big for you, a baseball cap covering most of your hair. You look at me and do a double take, smiling shyly, starting to blush as you recognise me.
I wonder if this may be a bad idea, but I invite you in and show you around the house, showing you what I am planning to do.
We make good progress painting the bedroom, and talk about all sorts of random stuff. I forget I'm your teacher and we talk and joke as the day goes on. I tell you that I've bought this old house as a project to forget about and move on from my ex. You tell me about your plans for college. The day goes too quickly.
Tomorrow seems to take forever to come, but it arrives eventually. You arrive and we make a start. The man on the radio says it is going to be a really hot day.
At about 11am, I ask if you'd like some lemonade to cool down. It's really getting hot. I go down to the fridge, and when I come back, you've pulled down the top of your overalls, wearing a sleeveless t-shirt underneath. It shows off your figure well, slender, narrow waist, high breasts, about a C-cup I'm guessing, perfect on your frame. And I have to stop myself looking - I shouldn't be!
We carry on with the painting, laughing, chatting about random stuff, and the day goes quickly. And gets hotter. I'm wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and you vanish for a while in the afternoon for some lunch. When you come back, your overalls have gone completely, you're wearing some old, tight shorts. And I notice that you seem to have taken off your bra under the t-shirt. I try so hard not to stare at you. I can feel my cock waking up, and it would be so obvious in these shorts! Calm down! I drag my eyes to your face, you smile at me and I realise how stunning you are. And I tell myself that I'm probably 15 years older than you, and your teacher.
We carry on painting, doing different sides of the room, it's almost finished and we just need to brush the corners and where the ceiling meets the walls to finish off.
I can't help but watch you out of the corner of my eye, reaching for the higher bits. You stand on tiptoes, and I can see your breasts pushing against your t-shirt. I can see the outline of your aureole, slightly darker behind your t-shirt. Wow, looking at you, in your old, paint covered clothes, you are so, so sexy. And I think that you are oblivious to me watching you.
You get the step ladder so that we can finish the room off. Just the corners left. You ask to do the last few bits as "holding the ladder is boring." You climb the ladder and I hold it, watching you climb. I watch you looking at the ceiling as you climb, and I am staring at your breasts, inches from my face as they pass. Your nipples look so hard, standing out through your t-shirt.