Adventures In Hose

One of the most beautiful women I've ever met greeted me and I could swear that my cock began to automatically harden in my hose. With long brown hair that nearly touched her waist and slightly tanned skin that made me think she must have Native blood in her and very dark green eyes that regarded me with an almost amused air. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. What was more, when I looked further down I couldn't help but notice that her breasts were very full and that she wore a short skirt that showed off nylon legs which I secretly hoped were pantyhose.

"Uh… Sure…" I managed, trying to overcome the immediate lust that I was quickly beginning to feel and feeling like an idiot at the same time to boot.

As she sat next to me I began to wish that I were gay as her presence drove me to an unbearable distraction. At first it was her light perfume that smelled faintly of vanilla and than it was her even more distinct femininity that nearly drove me crazy. I was more embarrassed than ever at this point as every once in a while she would touch my arm casually or smile at me with light humor in her cat green eyes.

After class Angie hung around as I bent to get my things. It was the hardest thing for me, for while I was getting everything I couldn't help but feel her eyes were all over me, sizing me up like I was some piece of meat.

"My name's Angie Swanson, what's yours?" Her voiced jarred me as I got the last of my papers into my bag.

I hesitated a fraction of a second trying to hide my confusion behind a small smile that was probably extremely shy. "Mark Thomas."

We shook hands momentarily; my eyes were stubbornly on the ground as I tried to fight back that blush that was beginning to wear on my nerves. It was embarrassing the way I was beginning to get aroused at her beauty. I mean I didn't have a lot of girlfriends or even friends that were girls as you probably well know by now, but I didn't want to be too obvious about it.