lustful teen
“You’ve played sports in school, haven’t you, Kevin,” I asked.
“Sure,” he answered. “Football and track.”
“Well, you must have seen all sorts of injuries,” I continued. “Maybe
you could take a look at my leg. Just to see if it’s anything serious.”
“Sure, Miss Taylor,” he replied, kneeling in front of me.
Tenderly, his fingers touched my right calf, caressing the strong muscles
through the sheer nylon of my stocking. Slowly, I let my knees swing apart,
giving Kevin a clear view all the way to my black panties. Seconds later, as
he lightly massaged my calf, I saw him peeking up my skirt.
“Do you think my leg’s all right?” I asked.
“I don’t think it’s anything serious, Miss Taylor,” he said, taking
another peek at my private spot.
“Kevin!” I said sternly. “What are you looking at?”
“N.n.nothing,” he stammered.
“You were looking up my skirt, young man,” I said with mock anger,
“weren’t you?”
Kevin said nothing. He just looked down at the floor.
“Would you like a better look?” I asked, my voice like melting butter.
I didn’t wait for an answer. I stood up, my tingling love grotto just
inches from Kevin’s head. I stood there, with my feet wide apart, my ankles
flexed on my high heeled shoes. Bending down, I slowly pulled up my skirt,
raising the hem to my waist. Kevin simply stared. I don’t think he’d ever
seen a woman wearing a garter belt and stockings.