And why is that?

Because I have differing views.

Yes. And what else?

Because I don't agree with you, I told her. That's why you made me stay after school.

She stood and walked to the window and looked out at the parking lot. I'd been in her class for three weeks now and wanted nothing more than to get into her pants, up her skirt, and lick her long and lean good looking legs. Her name was Annie Marsten. An older woman, older by twenty, maybe twenty five years. Today she wore a dark blue business suit, black nylons,dark flats. She had dark hair cut shoulder length and a pretty face. Pinned to her suitjacket a golden brooch in the shape of a Lily. She looked at me and said, And you don't like the fact that I asked you to stay after school.

I didn't say that, I said

You have better things to do, she said. Is that it?

Maybe, I said. Maybe not. I watched her, and when she turned to look out the window, I looked down at her legs. The light hit her stockings. Nylon glimmered.

You should do something, she finally said.

Like what?

More than sit there.

This is a good seat, I said. I smiled. She didn't.

She walked back to the edge of her desk and leaned against it. You think you're pretty smart, she said. Is that what you are?

Listen. I stood up and walked toward her. Listen I like you Ms Marsten.

You like me, she said and crossed her arms.

I like you Annie, I said.

Annie. She laughed. She had a nice smile, pretty. You're calling me, Annie, she said.

Yes.

Then what are you going to do? She watched me. She said, You're staying after school. You need to do something.

Something that pleases you.

Yes.

Something that will make you happy.

It's hard to make me happy.

I don't know about that.

I haven't been happy in a while, she said.

I knelt in front of her.

What, what is this? She started to move away then stopped. Is this how you will make me happy?

What would you like me to do, Annie?

She laughed. I stared at her knees, the weave on her nylons. You think you're clever, she said.

I took hold of her ankle. She did not resist. I slipped her shoe off, a dark blue flat. She had good feet, no toe polish. The seam of her nylons ran straight across the edges of her toes. Toes that were slender, perfectly aligned.

Maybe this will make you happy, I said, and began massaging her foot. She tried to tug it away but I held firm. I held it by the ankle and gently ran my fingers along her sole. She laughed and said it tickled and when she said that I began pressing harder. The lighter the touch, I knew, the more it felt ticklish.

That feels good, I said. That's something you can't deny.

The massage fell into a methodical rhythm. I rubbed and rubbed her feet and I listened to her breathing. Her voice dropped, became softer.

It's been so long since I've had a massage, she said.

I looked up and that her head was back and she was smiling in a relaxed way. Against the desk, her body had loosened. She slipped off her suitjacket and dropped it on the floor.

You know what I like, Annie?

What?

Can I tell you?

Yes.

I released her foot and knelt closer still and began moving my palms up her legs, up her legs and past her knees to her thighs which were nice and curved and full-figured.

Tell me, she whispered, and took hold of my face and began pulling me toward the front of her skirt. Tell me what you like, sweet.

I'd like you in pantyhose, I said. I'd like to see that.

You would.

I'd like to see the way that black nylon looks on your legs and around your ass and on your feet.

Maybe I can do that. But what will you give if I show you?

Take down your skirt for me and I'll give you what you want.

Sweet, sweet, she whispered, and pulled my head into her skirt where I could feel the outline of her pussy and could smell its sweetness.

I'm so wet, she said.

Yes, I said.

If I show you my pantyhose then you have to lick my pussy.

Yes.

You have to lick and lick until I say stop. She moved away and looked at me and said, That's the deal.

That's a good deal, I said.

She slipped off her other flat and then reached around and unzipped the zipper on the back of her skirt and let it fall past her knees onto the wood floor and then stepped out of it. She stood before me in black pantyhose, no panties, and a white blouse which was still buttoned closed. Through the black weave of those pantyhose I could see the hair of her pussy poking through slightly. I could see that she wore pantyhose with no control-tops and no cotton crotch, the sort of pantyhose that were sheer and skintight and in light like this showed off her curvy hips, full thighs, and smooth legs.

I want you to tell me what sort of pantyhose those are, I said.

What sort?

Did you put them on slowly?

Yes, she said. I always do.

Tell me how you do that.

In the morning, she said and began touching her self. I sit on the edge of my bed.

Is it a big bed? Could we both make love on it?

We could fuck there, she said. We could fuck all night in my bed. Every morning I put my pantyhose on on that bed. I sit on the edge and lift one foot and set it on the edge and then slide the pantyhose over my toes and ankles up my leg.

And then what?

And then I take the other foot and do the same thing. And then I stand and slide them to my waist.

Do you like pantyhose?

They make me feel sexy.I slide them on my feet and up my legs and think that what I want to do is be fucked and suck someone's cock.

You can suck my cock, I said. Can you do that?

Yes, she said.

How many pantyhose do you have?

A lot, she said. She pressed her wet fingers to her lips and darted her tongue out and licked at the wetness on them.

You buy the expensive kind?

The sheerest I can find. I have stockings too.

Thigh highs, I said.

When we fuck on my bed, she said, I'll wear my garter belt.

What color is it?

Any color you want.

Black. I want to fuck you in a black garter belt. I want you to get down on all fours.

Will you spank me?

Have you been a bad girl?

This morning I was. I put on a pair of flats instead of heels.

I'll spank you now.

She turned so that her back faced me and she leaned over and put her elbows on the desk. She lifted her pantyhose covered ass toward me and said, I've been a bad girl. She wiggled her ass and lifted it even higher.

I pressed my lips against the nylon on that ass and ran my tongue along the topseam of the nylons and then down her ass and down the back of her legs to her heels which I bit playfully.

Lift your foot, I said and she lifted her leg and bent it up so that I could see her higharched sole and the seam of her nylons.

I like the backs of your feet, too, I said and kissed her toes and her sole and reached in and took out my big cock and then stood up and placed my cock on the back of her nylon covered sole.

I pressed it against my cock and rubbed against it and said I was going to come. Yes, she said. I rubbed her foot against the shaft of my cock and then pressed her heel against it and against my balls and then started rubbing until I came.

I rubbed my cum along the sole of her foot and told her to stay put. I'm not done, Annie, I said.

Spank me, she said, and I did.

I spanked her once and then again and then again and told her to stand up and face me. And when she did I told her to get down on her knees and take hold of my cock. She knelt and with her long fingers took my cock and pressed it first against her lips and then opened her mouth and took it in a little bit and then all the way and I watched her slick it down. I listened as it moved in and out of her mouth, each time getting slicker and slicker. Tell me how much you like that, I said.

She moved it out of her muth and with her eyes closed and said, You have such a big cock. It's the biggest you've seen. And tastes so good, she said and took hold of it and slid it all the way into her mouth.

I took hold of her head and held it so she could not take the cock out and stared down at her. Her eyes were closed and her lips were curved around the shaft and her cheeks bulged. I listened to her breathing and felt her hands reach around and take hold of my ass. I let go of her head and she slid her lips along my cock's shaft to its tip and then swallowed it whole and as she did I looked down at the backs of her feet, the seams of her pantyhose, her curvy ass which I could see nicely from where I stood above her. I held her head again and let it go and then held it again when she had moved along the shaft.

And then I began pumping her head up and down and up and down my cock until I felt myself get even larger and I watched her feet and thought of the topseam of her pantyhose and her soft voice and steady breathing and the way her eyes had closed as soon as I put my cock in front of her face. And then I came hard.

Swallow the batch, I told her. She took a deep breath and swallowed down. Then I let go of her head, and she moved back, her eyes still closed, and touched her lips with the back of her hand and wiped. She swallowed again. She opened her eyes, looked up at me, and stood. She kissed me on the lips. Come to my house, she said.

When?

She stepped into her skirt and slid it up. Right now, she said. You need to lick me.

I owe you that, I said.

She slipped into her flats and tucked her blouse down and zipped the skirt around her ass. She bent over and picked up her suitjacket and when she did her skirt rode high against her thighs. I moved behind her and lifted her skirt up and over her ass. The seams of her pantyhose, that thick lycra topband around her hips, her soft ass behind the black weave of the nylon. I pressed myself against her ass. I want that pussy, I said.

Let's go, she said. She moved away. She straightened her skirt and checked her reflection in the window. She went out the door.

I followed.