Sylvie's show - Sex Stories

Sylvie's show

... pairs of nylon ankles and calves. "I wouldn't miss it." As I returned entering the days medicine dispensed into the computer Sylvie launched into a rapid and wide-ranging commentary about who was going to dance with who and the dresses that the other girls had gotten. "...and all I have the same old dress from last year because my mom wouldn't take me to get a new one," she concluded with a sigh." "I'm sure you'll look beautiful like you always do," I responded without thinking. She blushed and beamed at me. "Oh, Mr. S, you're so sweet," she bubbled. After a quick turn of her head to verify that no one else was around, she gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek, and skipped out of the room before I could say a word. I arrived in the school gym about 6:50, ten minutes before the dance was to start. Pink streamers, red and white Christmas lights and giant red hearts decorated the bleachers on the sides of the gym. The DJ with his table, lights, and disco ball was set up at the front of the gym. A number of teachers were milling around, some awkward, others radiant in their formal dress. I had gotten my charcoal suit that I wear for weddings and funeral out of the closet. In fifteen minutes or so the kids started trickling in. I saw Sylvie walk through the door with a group of girls about a quarter after 7. She stopped just inside the door and scanned the room while her friends continued ahead of her. She was wearing a clinging burgundy satin dress that fell three or four ...

... inches above her knees. The top was wide across her shoulders. It was clear that she had grown since last year as her modest breasts strained against the material and the outline of her bra was obvious on the front of the dress. The dress held onto her pert little bottom as she teetered around on medium-height silver pumps. To my delight, just like a number of the girls at the dance, her thin legs were wrapped in sheer tan pantyhose that glinted in the low light of the gymnasium. Her makeup was subtle and girlish, her lips were pale pink and glossy, eye shadow light, and a eyeliner just enough to highlight her glittering green eyes. When those eyes landed on me she grinned and click-clacked over. "That dress isn't so bad," I said. "Do I look beautiful?" she asked smiling shyly. "You look very nice." She grinned. "Well you're a mess," she said impishly. Boldly, she reached up to straighten my tie and brushed her finger tips down my chest. "You need a woman in your life." She declared. "Yeah?" I ask, bemused. "Yeah," she breathed in a whisper. Then she winked at me and ran off. I looked around quickly. All of the other adults were engaged in conversations or looking the other way. I breathed in slowly, savoring the flowery perfume still hanging in the air, and then reached in my pocket to adjust my now quite hard manhood. The dance kicked into gear pretty quickly and while there a little of the usual middle-school shyness, pretty soon, most all the kids were on the floor, at least ...