Karen, My School Teacher Part 1

“Here is your coffee, Brian!”

“Oh, thanks a lot!” I took a sip and burned myself. “Ouch!!”

“Oh Brian, be careful!”

I put my coffee down on the table “I'm ok, just clumsy. Sorry!”

I looked at the picture. “Yeah, that’s a long time ago!”

I could not resist asking “So you are 47?”

She looked at the picture. “Oh Brian, please stop...can we please talk about something else?”

“Sure, sorry about that!”

There was a minute of silence. I could not stop staring at her legs in those black pantyhose. Suddenly it just flew out of my mouth...

“You are really beautiful in that picture of your birthday! So you are a dancer?”

She smiled and looked at it. Then started laughing. “Thanks! I used to dance ballet, and I was gonna be a theatre dancer. But then I injured my knee. So I became a school teacher instead!”

“Sorry to hear that!”

“It’s ok, those were the old times!”

I turned to her “But I’m glad you became a teacher...you're a really fantastic teacher!”

“Ohh thank you, Brian...it's nice to be appreciated. Let me get the cake so we can taste it. Take a seat by the table!”

Her apartment was not big - 2 rooms, a small kitchen and a living room and a bathroom. I sat down and could hear her return from the kitchen. She put the cake down on the table. She handed me piece.

“Hope you like it!”

“Thanks!”

I tasted the cake and it tasted dry. I dropped a piece of cake out my mouth and under the table. I went down under the table to get it. When I realised that I was under the table staring at Karen’s pantyhosed legs again. I could see her panties through the pantyhose and they looked like lace panties, and in a nice colour red. My eyes followed her hosed legs down to her feet.

“Wow, so pretty!”

“You say something?”

“Ehmmm, yea...I can’t find the piece of cake I dropped!”

She stuck her head under the table. “Over there!” She arched her hosed feet and pointed at the cake. I could not get my eyes off her ballet feet. Oh my god, so amazing.