“Hey Becky! You look. . .wonderful!” Becky clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forward, turning her head to allow Jake to kiss her cheek, before taking a step back and turning around.
“I wasn’t sure you’d like it!” She said with a smile. She knew when she spun her loose skirt flew up a bit, but not too much, she hoped.
“I do!” He said, his eyes wandering from her white stocking covered feet to the pink flowing skirt and the tight sweater vest over a white collared shirt. She was wearing the pendant she got on her birthday, with her hair tied in a ponytail with a pink ribbon.
Feeling his erection build as his mind wandered, he forced himself to look away. “Becky, we need to talk about this tutoring thing. I don’t think . . .”
“Jake?” She interrupted. “Can we talk about that later?” Jake could only stare as she walked up to him with her hands again held behind her, her chest arced out.
“Uh. . . . I really think we-” he started again.
“Tell you what,” Becky said coyly, “Just one hug, and one kiss first, ok?” She smiled sweetly, leaning in.
They embraced, Jake giving in gently kissing, Jake’s hands on Becky’s waist. Becky put her plan in action.
As they kissed, she covered his hands with hers and slid them down her buttocks. Suddenly Jake started kissing her more passionately and she knew it was working.
Becky was wearing a pair of thigh-high stockings underneath her skirt which went all the way up her legs to within inches of her panties. She knew Jake could feel them, knowing she wasn’t wearing pantyhose, and as she hoped, had reacted with excitement.
She quickly pulled away. “So what did you want to talk about?”
Jake stood there, looking at Becky’s legs, his erection growing as he wondered what was under her skirt. “Uhh. .. ” was all he could manage.
“Maybe we can talk in here,” she said, taking his hand and leading him down the hall to her bedroom. He was mesmerized by the swishing of her skirt and the glimpses of her legs as she walked in front of him. As she opened the door, he reached out for her but ready for this, she quickly stepped back out of his reach and gestured to the bed. “Why don’t you sit over there?”
Without his eyes leaving her, Jake sat down on the bed where Becky gestured, a few pillows propped up on the headboard behind his back. “Ok Jake, go on.”
“Well, what I was saying. . ”
“Wait!” She interrupted, stepping towards him. “You have to take your shoes off if you’re going to be on my bed!” She grabbed his legs, and angled them off the bed. Kneeling down with her legs together, she started unlacing his shoes. She could feel Jake’s stare at her stocking covered knees, knew in this position her skirt had climbed up just a bit on her legs.
When she returned his legs to the bed, she was pleased to notice that Jake was breathing a bit more heavily now, and a definite bulge was forming in his lap.
“That’s better! Now you can continue!” But Jake seemed to have his mind elsewhere as he continued staring at Becky’s legs. “Jake? Are you staring at me?”