Cumming of age
I remember it was the fall of 1964, I had graduated from parochial elementary school, and was attending public school for the first time, in grade nine. I was amazed at how much more "womanly" the girls looked in the ninth grade. The young ladies were much nicer dressed in public school. Even the same girls that I knew in Catholic school, that wore bobby socks or black tights back in Catholic school, now wore tight skirts with gartered nylon stockings with various height stiletto heels. A new uniform in a new school? Lucky me!
I recall having trouble listening to the teachers. I was distracted by various views of legs in hose, stocking tops, and sometimes even garter straps and panties! Even some teachers caught my eye! They seemed to know that they could keep the boys in their class from being bored if they sat on the front edge of their desks while discussing the current lesson. A slowly creeping skirt provided a nice view of the teachers stocking tops!
One young lady in particular excited my imagination for most of that year. Her name was Rita, and she always wore Hanes RHT sheer hose in black, brown, or suntan to school. I knew that because within minutes of taking her seat next to mine in class, I could read the painted label on her stocking welts, it read: "Hanes" , and âreinforced sheerâ in fancy delicate script. And the green lacy color band at the top of her stocking welt was such a joy for me to see, I knew a view of her garter straps might come soon, and maybe more? I am reminded of the magazine ads in those days that proclaimed: "Gentlemen Prefer Hanes!" I knew now that I did!
Rita knew how to hypnotize me with the constant foot pump of her shiny stocking covered legs. She often dangled her shoe off stocking toes! Rita pretended to show me aloof contempt when I smiled, then stared at her, but within a minute I saw more and more of her lovely lingerie. She knew I was hypnotized by her, and would be putty in her hands( or feet?). And she did not mind giving me an eyeful. Thank you Rita!!
One day, towards the end of class, one of Ritaâs shoes had defied gravity far too long, and it clattered to the floor. She looked at me, then raised her eyebrows as everyone was leaving the classroom. The moment we were alone, she said: "well? are you going to sit there, or are you gentleman enough to help? ".
I was frozen for a moment, then I almost fell out of my desk, springing into action. I reached out to grab the black leather sling-back pump that fell off her lovely toe. Knelt down, and with shaking hands, I carefully grasped her slim nylon covered ankle. I was rewarded with a very lovely sight of red painted toe nails through the gauzy black fabric of her stocking toe reinforcement. She looked around once more to see if we were alone, then feigned impatience as she said: "what are you waiting for?"
With that, she pointed her shiny nylon covered big toe right at my face. I smelled the faint aroma of a foot that had been in leather shoes all day, mixed with a hint of flowery perfume. My senses were on overload, and before I knew it she saw my weakness and slipped her nylonned toe right between my trembling lips! Rita giggled at the sight of my eyes opening wide, then closed her eyes as I kissed her delicate toes that were covered in smooth sheer brown stocking, I later learned from Rita that the proper color shade name was: âgentle brownâ. That seemed so appropriate considering the lovely scenario. I gave her toes a worshipping kiss. She gasped when she felt my tongue touch her toe, I felt something stir in my groin, my trousers developed a quite evident bulge! Rita smiled again as she withdrew her slim toes from my eager mouth, and let them fall down to my now very lumpy crotch! Now that was just too much for a Catholic boy to handle and soon her foot was on top of a very wet mess. I almost passed out from cumming for my lovely queen.
I think I surprised that wanton witch with my sticky load, it made her show me a wicked smile! Rita then pursed her ruby colored lips, and looked me in the eye to ask: "Care to walk me home today?" Here: you can carry my books, so that messy spot wonât show! Then she giggled so innocently. 1964 proved to be the best school year thus far in my young life! Rita opened up a whole new fetish door that would stay with me all of my life. And Rita was far more kinky than I would have ever imagined. But for the moment I just smiled and walked my new girlfriend home. Maybe I should tell you what else happened in that awakening year?
I recall having trouble listening to the teachers. I was distracted by various views of legs in hose, stocking tops, and sometimes even garter straps and panties! Even some teachers caught my eye! They seemed to know that they could keep the boys in their class from being bored if they sat on the front edge of their desks while discussing the current lesson. A slowly creeping skirt provided a nice view of the teachers stocking tops!
One young lady in particular excited my imagination for most of that year. Her name was Rita, and she always wore Hanes RHT sheer hose in black, brown, or suntan to school. I knew that because within minutes of taking her seat next to mine in class, I could read the painted label on her stocking welts, it read: "Hanes" , and âreinforced sheerâ in fancy delicate script. And the green lacy color band at the top of her stocking welt was such a joy for me to see, I knew a view of her garter straps might come soon, and maybe more? I am reminded of the magazine ads in those days that proclaimed: "Gentlemen Prefer Hanes!" I knew now that I did!
Rita knew how to hypnotize me with the constant foot pump of her shiny stocking covered legs. She often dangled her shoe off stocking toes! Rita pretended to show me aloof contempt when I smiled, then stared at her, but within a minute I saw more and more of her lovely lingerie. She knew I was hypnotized by her, and would be putty in her hands( or feet?). And she did not mind giving me an eyeful. Thank you Rita!!
One day, towards the end of class, one of Ritaâs shoes had defied gravity far too long, and it clattered to the floor. She looked at me, then raised her eyebrows as everyone was leaving the classroom. The moment we were alone, she said: "well? are you going to sit there, or are you gentleman enough to help? ".
I was frozen for a moment, then I almost fell out of my desk, springing into action. I reached out to grab the black leather sling-back pump that fell off her lovely toe. Knelt down, and with shaking hands, I carefully grasped her slim nylon covered ankle. I was rewarded with a very lovely sight of red painted toe nails through the gauzy black fabric of her stocking toe reinforcement. She looked around once more to see if we were alone, then feigned impatience as she said: "what are you waiting for?"
With that, she pointed her shiny nylon covered big toe right at my face. I smelled the faint aroma of a foot that had been in leather shoes all day, mixed with a hint of flowery perfume. My senses were on overload, and before I knew it she saw my weakness and slipped her nylonned toe right between my trembling lips! Rita giggled at the sight of my eyes opening wide, then closed her eyes as I kissed her delicate toes that were covered in smooth sheer brown stocking, I later learned from Rita that the proper color shade name was: âgentle brownâ. That seemed so appropriate considering the lovely scenario. I gave her toes a worshipping kiss. She gasped when she felt my tongue touch her toe, I felt something stir in my groin, my trousers developed a quite evident bulge! Rita smiled again as she withdrew her slim toes from my eager mouth, and let them fall down to my now very lumpy crotch! Now that was just too much for a Catholic boy to handle and soon her foot was on top of a very wet mess. I almost passed out from cumming for my lovely queen.
I think I surprised that wanton witch with my sticky load, it made her show me a wicked smile! Rita then pursed her ruby colored lips, and looked me in the eye to ask: "Care to walk me home today?" Here: you can carry my books, so that messy spot wonât show! Then she giggled so innocently. 1964 proved to be the best school year thus far in my young life! Rita opened up a whole new fetish door that would stay with me all of my life. And Rita was far more kinky than I would have ever imagined. But for the moment I just smiled and walked my new girlfriend home. Maybe I should tell you what else happened in that awakening year?
11 years ago
