The tugging at his crotch couldn’t break the spell of her legs. As he watched she bent and her nurse’s skirt slid up... he could swear he caught sight of simple garters. She straightened tugging at her skirt and smoothing her stockings. His breath caught. He still could see her image minutes after she was out of his sight.

The following morning, Michael squirmed at his desk. The class was waiting for their teacher to show up, who was already 5 minutes late. It was bad enough the class was mandatory for work AND held on a Saturday. His thoughts were on the presentation due the following Wednesday. He almost missed the teacher’s arrival but for the collective gasp from his co-workers. He looked around, then up. The teacher was sitting on the edge of the desk, legs crossed, foot tapping. Even without seeing her face he knew. The stockings were charcoal grey and sheer. Her legs were defined and muscular. His dreams had been filled with those legs.

He looked up and was embarrassed to be caught as the nurse smirked from her perch on the desk. Her sandal half was slipping off her foot. Michael wasn’t sure he could concentrate. His cock was hard as he imagined the many things he could do with those legs. Thinking of the softness of her hosiery and wanting to slide his hands into the stockings as he massaged her thighs.

Class was over quickly... too quickly. Michael was too hard to leave the classroom so he still sat after everyone had left. Looking up he saw the teacher watching him. An amused smile on her face as she slid her hands along her thigh... smoothing her pantyhose. She sat on the edge of the desk and asked if he needed anything.

Too embarrassed and horny, Michael just sat stunned. She mentioned that she knew he hadn’t been paying attention and she wondered if she had been a bad or boring teacher.

Michael just looked on as her hands traveled up to her hem line. Tugging it up lightly, Michael was blessed with the vision of her thighs and a quick glimpse of her pussy.

"You sure you don’t need anything?” she asked.

All he could do was shake his head no. The teacher moved closer and sat at the desk in front of him. Michael could smell her... smell the nylons. His heart pounded as she crossed her legs inches from his nose. And slowly, hypnotically ran her hands over her legs. Her right foot glanced off his thigh as she tapped it. She apologized but her smile told him she was in no way sorry. Having little resolve left, Michael thought he would escape now. But as he stood her foot brushed his crotch and he groaned loudly. The teacher/nurse laughed as she watched his face turn red. She kept her foot at crotch level and pressed lightly causing him to slip back into his seat.

Heart still racing he was emboldened enough to reach for her foot. Looking in her eyes he slid his hand up her leg... thrilled at the feel of nylon at his fingertips. He could have cum right there but that would destroy him and so he held back.

The teacher held back a groan as his hand found her garter and slowly toyed with it. Sliding his fingers between hot skin and sheer stockings. He toyed with pulling them down and brought his mouth to her knee. Kissing her through the nylon, rubbing her other leg... they both groaned. His tongue traveled along her legs. As his hand moved up to her dripping pussy and she sighed as his fingers found her clit... rubbing, pulling, teasing.

Both realizing this was an inappropriate place, they moved this adventure to her car.

As she fumbled for her keys he fumbled with her stockings. His hands touching her through and under the nylon. His erection was unbearable. He unzipped his pants and let his cock head touch her skin then the nylons. Pre-cum making her stockings cling to her skin.

The door opened and she sat... lifting her foot to touch his cock. Softly rubbing it. teasing him with her toes. Smiling and looking in his eyes. His hands hung at his sides as she manipulated him. His cock deceiving him as he tried gaining an upper hand. Her foot massaged him and caressed his balls. His body responding and aching. He wanted to cum so badly. But each time he came close she pinched him with her toes.

Slipping her hands over her stockings she slid them down one at a time... then slipping one on her hand like a glove she began stroking him. Holding him gently then massaging a little faster each time. Slipping her hands low she caressed his balls and toyed with his underside. His balls tightened and she knew he was going to cum. She continued stroking until he came all over her stockings. She handed him the hose, traded seats and left.

On Sunday morning, the ringing phone jolted Michael. He eyed the clock and wondered who would be calling at 3:11 am. His voice was husky as he groaned the hello.

"Get dressed and come to this address.”

The voice was familiar and sexy. His cock responded well to it. He started to ask who was on the other end but the voice was commanding... then there was a dial tone. Thinking about going back to bed he rolled back. But he found his cock twitching. Admitting he was intrigued he pulled himself together. His thoughts were on the day before just as they had been all day and the night before.

Wondering who would be calling AND be so demanding, he hesitated again. Luckily he knew the area and had a feeling he knew the address. He checked his Thomas’s guide and was on his way.

The house was dark with a few flickering lights. His heart raced and his cock throbbed. The door was open with a note giving directions. He went to the kitchen and found the items listed. Carried them upstairs. At this point he was so hard he didn’t care who had called. He set the items down and found a sheer stocking with his name pinned to it. His first reaction was to smell it. The scent was familiar but the voice behind him startled him as he was drifting to the scent.

"I wanted my stocking back.”

Amazingly, he was awake and turned on enough to know who owned this voice. But his delight was short lived as she said, "You better have it.”

He patted down his pants pockets and realized he didn’t throw on yesterday’s clothes. After he had pulled himself together he had returned to his car and spent the day with the guys remembering the nurse/teacher.

Turning, he stammered, "I thought it was a gift for me.”

She shook her head and said, "Teachers receive gifts they don’t give them. So, do you have a gift for me?”

Her hands slid under her robe and trailed along her legs. Michael noted she was wearing pantyhose.

He was so turned on and so worried at the same time. "I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking as I left the house.” Knowingly she nodded.

"Well, In that case you won’t get MY gift ... nurses give gifts.”

She just looked at him and he wondered if he had been dismissed. Her hands were still caressing her legs and his mouth went dry. He wished her hands were his.

She pointed at the stocking he still held. "You like?”

Nodding he again brought it to his nose.

"Hmmmmmmmm, I wonder how much you like it.” Then added, "Soft isn’t it?”

He was at a loss for words and just wanted to stroke himself. She told him he was free to go but he made no move to leave. Walking to him, she took an end and rubbed it on her cheek... then on his cheek. Tugging her end she led him upstairs. Her bedroom was decorated in scarves and sheer curtains. Her bed was surrounded by them. Looking over her shoulder at him she lay on the bed and her robe fell away. Gasping he moved closer. She spread her legs and started rubbing them all over again. His mouth was dry and he wanted to drink from her. But she wasn’t going to let him.

"You were a bad boy so you don’t get a gift.”

Groaning, he turned to leave.

"Did I tell you that you can go?”

Confusion was all over him and this obviously delighted her.

"I on the other hand deserve at least one gift.”

Again she pointed at the stocking.

"Cum for me.”

He looked as if he didn’t understand. So she told him.

"Take your cock out of your pants, Wrap the stocking around your cock and touch yourself. Rub yourself. Stroke yourself.”

Michael was stunned and he knew he could cum in a matter of seconds. But she was ready for him. As soon as his pants were lowered she tied a stocking around his balls and smiled.

"You may begin.”

His erection was so hard and tight he was surprised he didn’t burst. While he stroked she continued playing with her legs and at one point rubbed her pussy with the other end of the stocking he was using on himself. Smiling, she asked if he wanted to cum.

The only answer was Yes.

So as she trembled in orgasm, she jerked the stocking from his balls and said, "Cum.”

And he did.