Sylvie's show - Sex Stories

Sylvie's show

... like you were having a good time before the asthma attack." "Oh I was. A whole bunch of us went to Olive Garden before we came. I had the lasagna... everyone had a good time, except that Sammie got spaghetti sauce on her dress..." and she was off talking about dinner, which of her friends danced with which boy, whose heels were too high to walk in, and on and on." As she chattered she happily and nervously started swinging her legs, forward and back, and forward and back. With two flexes of her feet and a clatter, her silver shoes fell to the floor. Every time she flexed each little foot, the nylon wrinkled slightly at the ankle and then pulled tight again. "My mom bought me these pantyhose 'specially for the dance. I wear pantyhose to church too, but they aren't as shiny," she began to chatter. The hose really were shiny in the fluorescent light of the nurses office. "Well they look like really nice on you. You look very grown up," I interjected. "Thank you," she beamed. "The darn seam at my toes keep getting messed up though," she said giving the toes a wiggle. With a focused little frown she pulled her ankle up across her thigh and bent over to adjust the seam that was angling across the top of her foot instead of neatly in front of her toes. My breath quickened as I watched the girl adjust her shimmering hose. The top of her dress was hanging open loose from before when I unzipped it. Her nude strappless bra was flipping forward and I could see her pink nipples. My heart ...

... started beating even faster. I stood up. "Uh Sylvie, I think it is about time to get back..." Just then she gave a little yelp, and fell backwards on the bed grabbing her right calf. "Oh... oh it hurts, it hurts, oww, oww, owww..." she moaned. Back in nurse mode all of a sudden, I grabbed her leg. "You're going to have to straighten it out dear. It's just a cramp. I pulled her leg straight out in front of her and began massaging the cramp out of her calf, only dimly aware of the sensual nylon between my fingers and her legs. "It must be those heels you were wearing. They keep those calf muscles flexed. That's what makes your legs look so good." Sylvie's whimpering was subsiding and slightly embarassed at my last remark I looked up to see if she had reacted. Her grimace was gradually being replaced by a relaxed smile. Her eyes were closed. My eyes left her face and returned to her legs. As they swept down her body, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. In the panic of her cramp, Sylvie's dress was all bunched up at her waist. Her whole pantyhose-clad lower body from her belly button down was laying exposed to me on the nurse's office cot. "MmmmMm, Mr. Schuller, please don't stop," Sylvie purred. My hands, frozen at the vision before me began kneading her calf again. Her hose were sheer all the way up and she wasn't wearing any panties under them. The tan center seam ran from the waistband of the tights until they met a cream-colored gusset at her crotch. Two strands of dark ...