Social Studies Class
(Posted on Tuesday, October 31, 2000)
This story was submitted by Hoseman.

Back when I was in high school (actually even before then), I always found myself looking at girls' legs and feet. There is just something about a nylon clad foot that makes the blood rush right to my manhood.

Anyway, there was this girl in my social studies class by the name of Donna S. She was a brunette, about 5'5" or so and had a great body. She was very pretty and had gorgeous legs.

Back when I was in school, open toed shoes were basically non-exsistant. Donna, always wore black flats. She always wore nylons and would constantly be dangling her shoe from her foot. This was before pantyhose had been invented and she wore nylons with re-inforced heel and toe.

She would be dangling and every once in a while you could hear her shoe hit the floor. Every time I heard it hit, I would look back and see her well pedicured painted toenails showing through her nylons.

Donna would always catch me looking at her legs and feet and seemed to enjoy teasing me. I would some way or another always find a way to jackoff looking at her.

Well one day in class I was horny as hell, and of course she was teasing me as usual. She sat right across from me and one seat back, so I had a great view of her. I sent her a note and asked her to take her shoes off so that I could look at her sexy toes. She responded by dropping both of her shoes off and slid forward on her seat so that her skirt slid up over her stocking tops.

She had on crimmson colored nylons that day with bright red painted toenails. She looked at me and watched my hand disappear into my lap under a newspaper. She moved a little more forward in her seat and spread her legs. I saw that she was not wearing any panties.

I dropped my load right then and there. After class she asked me if I enjoyed the show and said that she knew that I had been jacking off while looking at her. She had known this for quite some time.

She also said that she would give me a private show at her home, but that is another story.