Jim stared at her marvelous legs, imagining that he was running his hands all over their smooothness.Jim stared at her marvelous legs, imagining that he was running his hands all over their smooothness. He loved legs, and never tired of watching well defined ones walk in a sultry style. He had seen tina, and boy could she walk! Tina began to move her leg up and down, as if trying to scratch an itch. Jim paid strict attention, hoping to catch whatever glimpse might come his way. His imagination began kicking into overdrive, and he imagined putting his lips between her thighs, just as she was. He imagined getting on his hands and knees, right there, in that classroom, and kissing her dark patch through her nylons. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought that she might be clean shaven, and nuzzled her slit with his nose through the material. Tina continued to shuffle in her seat, apparently uncomfortable. She continued to brush the hair out of her face, even though it hadn't fallen there. All this time, Jim continuously hoped that she would uncross her legs, even briefly. He began hoping she would switch legs, at which point he might get to see what was forbidden to him. However, Tina didn't uncross her legs. Instead, she did quite the opposite. She seemed to be pressing them together, as if she were in pain, or had to use the bathroom. Jim hoped and hoped, but each time grew disappointed and fell back into the comfort of his imagination. In his mind, he was showering her crevice with light kisses, pushing the nylon with his tongue, pulling with his teeth, feeling her softness with his mouth and tongue, tasting her. In his mind, she tasted sweet and inviting. one of the great things abou imagination, Jim thought, was that there was plenty of room, and no awkwardness. He lapped up his tongue, and ran it up her clit, which had become exposed in his imagination. Suddenly, Tina doubled over, and groaned, clutching her stomach. Everyone looked at her, with concerned expressions. |