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I’ve often asked myself how it is that I came to be so addicted to the worship of women’s legs. I’ve never adequately been able to explain it even to myself. I will say that ever since I was a young boy, the sight of a firm pair of legs, preferably in a skirt, is enough to get my juices flowing, my cock hard, and my mind racing.

In an age where everything is revealed so quickly, it is the sight of something covered that turns me on. Go into any adult bookstore and you will find uncounted magazines and videos filled with women naked and spread wide open. Don’t get me wrong, I like that stuff too. Ahh but let me see a picture of a beautiful woman in a skirt that is riding up her sexy thighs and I’m lost. The sight of beautiful female legs, slowly parting and then revealing just enough to hint at the wonders that remain concealed is what gets me every time. Firm, smooth, sexy legs just begging to be touched, caressed, kissed… Well, you get the idea.

Like I said before, I can’t really tell you why. What I can tell you is the story of how a teenaged boy’s wildest fantasies about legs came to be realized. What happened in this story is true and I’m sure that at least on some level, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to re-live this experience. When you’re eighteen years old you experience everything so intensely that sometimes whatever else may happen in the future pales in comparison. The mind is a tricky thing you know.

Anyway, I was eighteen and a senior in high school. I found myself surrounded by girls of all ages, shapes and colors. In my classes, in the hallways, on the schoolyard outside, everywhere I looked were teenaged girls. Like any normal kid I was a horny little bastard but because of my interest in legs I must say that in some ways it was a paradise.

Miniskirts, miniskirts, miniskirts! What in the hell did guys do before miniskirts came along? I had no idea but I sure as hell was glad that I’d never have to find out. A guy could perch down just about anywhere at school and watch the parade of young legs in short skirts walk by. Beautiful, soft young legs. White legs, tanned legs, black legs, Asian legs. Who cared. Sometimes I’d get so turned on that I’d have to stroll into the bathroom and relieve myself. Who could blame me?

I’d especially hang out at the bottom of staircases where I could get a better look as they walked up or down. The sight of the upper thighs and maybe a quick peak of female panties were worth the effort. Oh yeah!

In class I always tried to get a seat ahead of and to the side of the cute girls who wore short skirts. I was always stealing glances backward, trying to get an up skirt view. Girls were sometimes so careless about what an observing boy might see and I was thankful for that. If I had the nerve I would have liked to have sneaked a camera into school but I never did.

Maybe if I had gotten laid now and then I wouldn’t have focused so much on girl’s legs. The truth is I was just a big gawky kid at that time that didn’t have a lot of luck dating the girls. Oh I had girlfriends from time to time but never anything as intense as my desire to look at their legs. Things just never seemed to work out for me. Truth be told: I was still a virgin. Yup, eighteen and still a virgin in this day and age. Go figure.

So one day, in English class I guess it was, I was lost in deep thought as I stared backwards at the legs of one of the cheerleaders in class. Donna I thing her name was, Christ I can’t remember now. I do remember those luscious, long legs of hers however, almost totally exposed to my eyes under that short skirt of hers. Her legs were crossed and I was just thinking to myself how much I would like to crawl across the floor to where she was sitting and slowly run my hand up and down those hot legs and then…

Suddenly I heard, ‘Mr. Jackson! If there is something more interesting in the back of the room, perhaps you’d like to share it with the rest of us.” Oopps, Jackson, that’s me.

I swung around to the front, blushing an interesting shade of red I’m sure. “Sorry” I managed to mumble. Miss Hanley, the English teacher, didn’t miss much that went on in her class. Her eyes swept around the room to where I had been staring. Shit, I thought to myself, she must know what I was looking at.

Oddly enough, the slightest trace of a smile appeared on her face. Just as quickly it was gone and it was back to business. I focused my attention and somehow made it through the rest of the period without looking backwards. You have no idea how hard that was what with those beautiful legs just sitting there barely ten feet behind me.

I was shuffling out of class when Miss Hanley said without looking up from whatever she was doing at her desk, “Darrin, please wait just a moment . I need to see you.” Damn, I thought, here it comes.

I stood by her desk while everyone else left and still she kept writing something in some notepad kind of thing she had. I was starting to get really nervous when finally she looked up at me and motioned ankara masaj yapan escort for me to have a seat. I took a seat in the front row right by her desk

Now I don’t suppose that I was much different then most guys in high school when I tell you that I never spent much time checking out the teachers that I had. Unless there was a new teacher who was really hot I never even looked at them in a sexual way. For one thing they were older than I and at eighteen even a few years difference in age seemed immense. I mean, hell, five or six years difference was a third of my whole freakin’ life. Secondly, where I went to school, teachers dressed pretty conservatively and like I said, I was surrounded by cute girls my own age. Who needed teachers? Besides, if you want to know the truth, at that time I wasn’t the most perceptive guy around. I was pretty locked in to my own little world, even if it wasn’t getting me anywhere sexually if you know what I mean.

Anyway, Miss Hanley sat there for a bit looking at me thoughtfully. Finally with a smile she arose and walked over to the door to the hallway and closed it. Her class was the last period of the day and since she didn’t have a homeroom to monitor, we pretty much had the place to ourselves.

“Darrin, it’s become obvious to me that lately you’ve had a problem keeping your attention on your class work. Today was the third or fourth time I’ve caught you staring around the classroom and losing focus on your studies. Is there something that you’d like to discuss with me? Some type of problem that perhaps I might be able to assist you with?”

“Uh no, not really Miss Hanley, I guess that maybe…uh maybe I’m just tired or something.” What was I going to say, that I wanted to spend more class time staring at girls legs? That I couldn’t take my eyes off of them and that it was hard to concentrate with a hard-on?

“Darrin.” She looked at me thoughtfully. “That’s not really the truth now is it?” She smiled at me.

I was just about to plead total ignorance about what she meant when something unexpected happened. Miss Hanley suddenly sat down on her desk facing me. When doing so, her skirt, which she wore about one inch above her knees, slid up to about mid thigh. She slowly crossed her legs, giving me a glorious view of her legs.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her legs. They were beautiful, firm and long and any misconceptions I had about teachers being uninteresting were vaporized instantly. With her perched on her desk about three feet in front of me I had a perfect view.

As I suddenly realized that I had been staring for some time, I raised my eyes to hers expecting some sort of rebuke. Instead she smiled at me. I was speechless.

“I think Darrin that what you have is a girl problem. Correct me if I’m wrong but I think that all these young girls in their little short skirts are, how shall I put it, stealing your attention away from the class work. I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve caught you staring backwards and when I look to see what you find so interesting, invariably what I find is some girl with her legs open. Is any of this ringing a bell for you Darrin?”

I blushed a deep red I’m sure. Not only because she knew exactly what I had been doing but also because I had an erection. It was all I could do to not touch myself or stare at her legs again. Instead I just stared at the floor.

“I guess so,” I mumbled lamely.

“That’s not the whole story though, is it Darrin?”

“What…?” I mumbled.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you Darrin. I’ve seen the way you loiter at the bottom of the staircases. You like looking at the girls walking up the stairs don’t you? You get a good look at their legs then, isn’t that true? From what I’ve been able to observe, you spend much of your waking hours looking at girls legs. You’ve got yourself quite a little addiction, Darrin and no real way to scratch that itch. Do you?” She smiled at me again.

Oh shit, I thought I’m busted. Visions of suspensions and angry parents filled my head. It wasn’t a pretty picture. For the first time in a long time I felt as if I could cry. I felt humiliated.

Obviously she noticed my discomfort. “Oh Darrin, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. My job as a teacher is to help you, not to cause you pain. Don’t worry, no one else need know about this. Let’s just say that it’ll be our little secret. Ok?”

The first glimmer of hope arose. I looked up at her apprehensively I couldn’t help but notice that while I had been staring at the floor she had uncrossed her legs. Her skirt had slid even higher and her legs were slightly parted. Oh god, please don’t stare at her I begged myself. Still I took a good look She smiled again.

“Darrin, have you taken physics class before?” What the hell did that mean?

“Oh, yeah, last year.”

“Isn’t there a basic law or something about there being an equal reaction for every action that we take?”

I must admit, I was lost at mecidiyeköy escort this point. How in the hell had we gotten unto this subject?

“I guess physics wasn’t my strong point.”

“Let me explain what I mean here Darrin.” She took off her glasses and set them on her desk. “For everything that we touch, something must get touched. For everything that we feel, something must be felt.” She smiled and leaned forward and purred almost in a whisper, “For everyone who likes to look, there is someone who likes to be watched.”

For a moment the only sound in the room was the sound of our breathing as we looked at each other. I suppose I should have said something but I was only a kid for Christ’s sake. I was way in over my head.

“Do you like my legs Darrin? I think you do, you’ve been staring at them since I sat down here.” She stretched one leg out in my direction. The tips of her toes were just inches from my face. “Look at them all you want Darrin, I want you to.”

If I live to be a hundred I’ll never be as shocked again as I was right then. My mouth probably hung open and my heartbeat was racing. I felt hot and flushed and my erection, which had vanished earlier, now returned with a vengeance.

Her hand reached out and every so slowly began to stroke the length of her extended leg. Slowly, from her ankle to the middle of her thigh went that hand and then slowly back down the other side.

“Umm, I love the feeling of stockings on my leg. It feels sooo good to touch, to rub. Hmm, that’s so good.” She looked at me and purred “Do you like watching me Darrin? Do you like my legs? I’ve been told their as good as any model’s legs. Well Darrin, cat got your tongue?”

“Oh they’re beautiful. Can I touch…?”

“No silly, not here. We’re still in school. If anyone walked in…well I don’t want to think about that.” Spreading her legs wide open for just a brief second before she stood back up she treated me to a quick view of her upper thighs and white panties. She was right; her legs were long and perfect. Without thinking my hand reached down and touched my cock through my jeans. The feeling was so electric I actually flinched in my chair.

Putting her glasses back on she looked at my lap and said, “Oh my Darrin, looks like you better make a stop in the little boy’s room and take care of that. Don’t want you bumping into anyone while you’re like that.” She laughed.

She walked over to her desk and wrote something down on a piece of paper. Returning to my desk she handed it to me. It was an address.

“Now listen to me Darrin. Listen very carefully. This is where I live. I want you there Saturday afternoon about 3:00.” She leaned in close to me. “We can have lots and lots of fun if you’re agreeable. Hon, I can scratch that itch of yours for you and to be honest, you can do the same for me. But there are conditions.”

Conditions? Hell I would’ve walked over hot coals all the way there if I had to.

“Anything you say Miss Hanley.”

“Good. First you can never, and I mean never, ever tell anyone about this. Any fun and games we may get into is strictly between the two of us and no one else. This is crucial.” I nodded my assent.

“Secondly, you can never do anything with me that I haven’t given you permission to do. Understand? If I say no, that’s it. Subject closed.” She smiled at me. “Darrin, I’m not going to sleep with you. I don’t think its right for teachers to sleep with students even if they are eighteen. Oh don’t look surprised, I’ve looked at your records. I know that you just turned eighteen.”

“So even though you and I can never sleep together Darrin, that doesn’t mean that we can’t have a little fun, now does it? Way I see it; I’ll be helping you get better grades. Know why I say that Darrin?” She leaned in close to me. “Because after you and I play together these little girls around here won’t interest you in the least. Trust me.”

She started putting some papers in her case and told me to be on my way. I tucked the paper into my shirt pocket and floated out of the classroom. I doubt my feet ever hit the floor.

I did make that stop in the boy’s room but it didn’t take very long. I’m surprised that I even made it to the bathroom before I erupted. She had been right; had I met anyone it would have been embarrassing.

As my breathing slowly returned to normal I pulled out the paper she had given me and looked at it. I half expected it to say ‘April Fools Day’ or something but instead, neatly printed was an address. It was a couple of miles from my house, near the university. Well, with all the students around there I wouldn’t stand out.

It was all I could do the next day in her class to concentrate on what she was teaching. All I could see in my mind was her sitting on her desk with her legs open whispering, “Go ahead, look all you want.” I suffered with an erection the whole class and then made a beeline for the restroom as soon as class ended. As for Miss mersin escort Hanley, she acted as if I didn’t exist.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Saturday finally rolled around. The night before I had barely slept, tossing and turning in anticipation. Yet as I rode the bus to her house I found myself wide awake. I honestly didn’t know what to expect but couldn’t wait to find out.

I had arrived about an hour early so I killed some time in some of the local college shops. I located her house which in reality was one side of a small double about two blocks off the main drag. I walked around the block twice and I still had ten minutes to kill. Damn, what happened to ‘time flies?’

Finally at five minutes to three I could wait no longer. I climbed up her four steps and rang her bell. I noticed the card under the bell said Lisa Hanley. I hadn’t known her first name. I started to ring the bell again when I saw the curtains at the window move slightly. Christ, what if this whole thing was a big joke and when she opened the door her and a bunch of her friends started laughing at me? All kinds of weird thoughts crossed my mind in about three seconds.

Instead the door opened and a smiling Miss Hanley said, “Darrin, I’m so glad you made it. And you’re on time too. Wonderful, come on in.” So I did.

The apartment was nice I guess, I wasn’t tuned in to that all that much. She however looked great. Her hair was tied back in pigtails that made her look much younger. She wore a white silk blouse with some kind of dangling necklace. Best of all though was the tiny little miniskirt that barely covered her nylon clad legs. High heel shoes completed the look that was at once casual yet stunningly sexy. My hopes soared as did my cock as I followed her swaying hips into her living room.

She had drawn the blinds and curtains so that the room was lit only with candles that seemed to cover every surface. It gave the room a warm inviting feeling. It didn’t seem like three o’clock anymore, more like midnight.

There was a leather sofa against one wall with a hassock on the floor in front of it. After asking if I’d like a drink or anything she told me to sit on the hassock facing the sofa. I sat down and she walked around to the stereo and put a CD into the player. The room filled with a soft, sensual singer’s voice.

“Comfy Darrin?”


“Good.” She was swaying gently with the music now, her head rolling gently from side to side. Her hands slowly massaged the sides of her legs. The room seemed a lot warmer than it had a moment ago.

“I’m sooo glad you could make it. I’ve been thinking of you all day little boy. Oh, you don’t mind if I call you little boy do you honey? Good. I’d like for you to keep calling me Miss Hanley. I like that!”

She sat on the couch facing me, legs slightly apart. She wet her lips and smiled at me. Her hands began slowly rubbing her knees. Bending slightly towards me she whispered, “Would you like to look up my skirt little boy?”

“Oh, yes Miss Hanley. Please?”

She smiled. “I’ve been waiting all day for someone to come over and watch me little boy.” Slowly she parted her legs for me.

Surprisingly to me her nylons ended about mid thigh. She lifted her feet off the floor and and placed them on the edge of the sofa. Now for the first time I saw her legs in their entirety.

She had been right; her legs were as good as any model’s legs I’ve seen either before or since. Long, firm and as white as pure ivory. Her calves were toned and smooth and those thighs were perfect I took everything in as she laid there, legs spread in front of me. Her hands stroked her thighs as she watched me look.

“Like what you see little boy?”

“Oh god yes!”

She lifted her hips up off the couch and began moving them from side to side and backwards and forwards, watching my reaction the whole time.

“Do you like my little pink panties little boy? I wore them just for you. Bet your little schoolgirl friends don’t let you look at them like this. Ohh take a good long look.”

I did just that. There was a muscle or tendon or something that ran down the inside of her creamy thighs as she pushed back and forth. I loved watching it expand and contract and I wanted to fall upon her and lick that muscle as it worked but she had not given me permission to do anything except sit there and watch. So that’s what I did.

She lowered her hips back down and climbed unto her knees and faced the wall. Slowly, she began grinding her hips back and forth. With each movement her little skirt would ride up her legs and then settle back down. I loved the contrast between her nylon thigh-highs and the creamy skin above. Every once in a while I would get a glimpse of her butt covered in those silky pink panties.

She turned and smiled at me. Her hand grabbed the hem of her skirt and she began slowly sliding it up her legs. Just when I thought she would pull it up and over her butt, she would giggle and let it fall back down. Then she would do it again, just teasing me with peeks of her perfect butt.

I loved the peeks I was getting of her ass but it was the back of those legs that was really driving me wild. They were so smooth, so firm, so long! I longed to touch them. Instead I lightly placed my hand on my cock and slowly began rubbing myself. I couldn’t help myself.

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