Her name was Mary. She looked a little bit lost on the first day of our computer programming course and also sad in a cute sort of way. The seating arrangement was horizontal rather than vertical and we ended up being seated at opposite ends of our row.
Being rather outgoing, I introduced myself to the rest of my classmates but not rather noncommittal nods from most of them except for Mary. She immediately offered her hand and I shook it and said: "Hi, I'm Amber, and you are...?"
"Pleased to meet you Amber, my name's Mary" she replied in a business like tone.
"Oh great!" I thought, "I'm stuck in a class with a bunch of snobby jerks."
During that first day of class, I kept looking to my right at Mary. She looked to be in about her late 30's but she was also extremely attractive. She had long, dark, almost black hair that curled around her high cheekbones and the kind of gorgeous thick eyebrows that I love so much. I kept looking at her throughout the whole day but she never once looked at me.
After about 2 weeks of classes I noticed that Mary had a particular fancy for mini skirts. On more than one occasion I had had looked over to see her skirt ride up as she crossed her long, silky looking legs to slightly expose the reinforced part of her pantyhose. Unconsciously, I licked my lips at the thought of what she must look like underneath that tight skirt. But, whenever I looked back at her, she had always pulled the hem of the skirt back down.
The next day, our instructor announced that we would be having a test the next day. Being reasonably experienced in computers, I didn't think too much of of it. But when I looked over at Mary, she appeared flustered and slightly red-faced.
During lunch time, I noticed her sitting alone in the cafeteria, looking a little distracted. I walked over to her table and asked if I could join her. She looked up and smiled weakly and pulled a chair out for me. I sat down and crossed my legs and caught Mary glancing down at my legs. My eyes met hers and she looked away quickly, but the thought of this older lady, 17 years my senior staring at my nylon clad legs turned me on tremendously.
She was rather quiet as we ate our lunch, so I finally asked her if she was ok. "I just don't understand this programming stuff, it's so frustrating!" I watched her picking at her food and said: "Listen, I'd be glad to give you some extra help if you'd like." Mary's face instantly lit up and she gave me the most beautiful smile that I've ever seen. "Wow, would you? I'd sure appreciate that. I smiled back at her. "Would you be able to come over to my place this evening and help me study?"
"Seven o'clock ok?" I asked. She just unfolded her legs, stood up, and brushed my shoulder as she went back to our classroom.