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.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 show's 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. She would simply pause, letting me feel as long as I dared and then smile and walk on, helping me cover up our little teasing routine by dropping her books to cover my hand as I touched her. We lost touch after her graduation from high school as she went to college. I'd see her occasionally at church when she would come home to see her parents, and if I was lucky I'd get another leg show from time to time. |