She would move them so fluidly, and if you listened hard, you could hear the swish of the nylon as the upper leg moved slowly and sensuously against the lower one.She would move them so fluidly, and if you listened hard, you could hear the swish of the nylon as the upper leg moved slowly and sensuously against the lower one. She would cross them, then turning her foot to the side and tucking it over to the left, she would place her other foot behind that one, crossing her ankles as well as her knees. Invariably when she did that her dress would stand out a bit at the sides, and sitting across the room from her, I could almost always steal a glimpse of her garters and the tops of her stockings. The thing about Cindy was that she knew I was watching her and she knew I was seeing up her dress and she knew I was loving her beautiful legs and she would just simply smile and continue her show. I wish I had a dime for every time I masturbated thinking about her legs and the sexy shows she put on for me on Sunday mornings. By the time I got to high school, Cindy was going steady with another guy. We were always friends, but in those days going steady was the rule, and if you weren't the first guy to get hooked up with someone, you were just out of luck. Still, there was never any secrets between Cindy and I about my desire for her or for her interest in keeping that desire strong. I'd walk by her in the congested corridors of the school and let the back of my hand brush against her thigh so that I could feel her garter through her dress. |