My wife Lori is an assistant girls' basketball coach at our local high school, and I frequently go to watch her team's games. One of her girls, Emma, an 18-year old senior, has a mom that is a real knock out. Her name is Trish, and we frequently sit at least near each other for the games. Trish, who's about 38, always comes to the games on her way home from work as an office manager, so she's always dressed nicely, usually in a dress or skirt. Sometimes, her husband is with her, but most times, not. He's kind of a nerd, but nice enough.
I have to tell you, that Trish is a very tall, statuesque blond, and her daughter is taking after her, being the center on the team. Trish is very flirty, which is okay with me, but not very okay with my wife, who is just slightly jealous of her.
A conversation Trish and I had recently started messing with my mind, and led to much more. We were talking about how good Emma is at center, and Trish said that she took after her, being so tall. "I'm five-eleven," she went on, "and all of my height is in my legs."
By the way.... Trish has an unbelievable pair of legs, and they're always clad in very sheer nylons. She had my full attention as she talked about them.
"They're so long, that I can't even buy pantyhose that are comfortable on them...."
Wait a minute. I looked down at her legs, which were crossed, with the hem of her dress riding about half way up her nylon clad thigh. Is she telling me that those outstanding examples of female legs do not have pantyhose on them? Then.... what is she wearing? I wondered.
When she knew she had my full attention, and no one else was watching, she answered the question for me by sliding the hem of her dress higher, for just a second. So high, in fact, that the welt at the top of her sheer, silky, sexy stocking appeared, along with the chrome clasp of her garter belt strap. As quickly as it appeared, it was gone. As quickly as it was gone, I was rock hard. Nothing, and I mean "NOTHING" turns me on like stockings and garter belts!!!!
Well, I was shot for the rest of the night, that's for sure. I could not take my eyes from her legs, hoping for another glimpse of stocking clad thigh. And.... She NEW it, and obviously LOVED it! She watched me watching her... smiling all the while.
I wished I was sitting in front of her, instead of beside her, which would give me a chance of an upskirt view. But, I wasn't. She still made interesting enough, though. Cross legs... uncross legs. Slide dress up.... slide it back down. Jump up to cheer for Emma... sit back down with a dress adjustment. Oh, man, I was in a cross between misery and ecstasy. And.... Trish seemed to be reveling in my discomfort. I could hardly talk, because even my tongue was hard!
At half time, Lori went to the locker room with the team, and Trish turned the heat up. As people were leaving the stands, she turned towards me and the sharp heel of her 3" stiletto came in contact with my calf.... and stayed there. Her dress, which buttoned up the front, had the lowest button undone, and the split allowed the top of here nylon to be exposed if she wanted it to be. She did.
