I flew in the day before and was still a little groggy. Sitting in the kitchen with my father, I was explaining why I didn't make it home for Christmas day, but a few days after. I had enlisted in the Navy, and decided that I would take leave after Christmas, and be home for New Year's so that the married guys could spend time with their wives and children. I even stood duty on Christmas Eve and Christmas day for a couple of guys who couldn't get leave. My father proclaimed he raised me right after listening to my explanation.
We continued to talk, and I started washing the breakfast dishes, and there was a knock at the door. Dad answers the door and returned a couple of moments later. Coming into the kitchen he tells me I have a visitor. It was Miss Snyder, my high school geometry teacher. Dad pours her a cup of coffee. As she sat down, she apologized for disturbing us, but she didn't know who else to ask for help.
Turns out she had a pipe burst in a wall, and tried calling several plumbers, but none were available. We lived a small town, and people knew that I was pretty handy. I made quite a bit of money fixing things for people during high school, and had a good reputation. So I followed her to her home to see what was going on. I told her I could fix the leak, but wouldn't be able to repair the hole I needed to make in the wall. She had an older house with actual plaster walls, and I knew absolutely nothing about plaster.
I returned about an hour later, with the materials I needed to accomplish the task, and started cutting a hole in her wall. I got pretty lucky and almost cut directly where the leak was at. Took about 2 hours to repair, test, and clean up my mess. I told Miss Snyder that there was only about $10 in materials, so that was what I was going to charge her. She insisted that I stay for lunch, more like a command than anything, so I did. After finishing, she handed me a fifty, and told me to not even think about trying to take less.
Back in high school I was one of the few people who would admit to liking Miss Snyder. I hated geometry, but did like her. I simply thought she was a nice lady, but I never had a crush on her or anything like that. She just wasn't the type of girl/woman that I was attracted to.
Miss Snyder was a small woman in every sense of the word. I guess she was about 5 feet tall and small proportioned. Best guess her measurements were 34A, 22, 30, and she always wore a dress. I don't think I ever saw her wear anything else. When I still lived at home, friends and I would pass her house while we were going to the park, and she would be planting flowers wearing a dress. I never thought anything about it, it was just Miss Snyder.
A few days later I ran into Miss Snyder, and she asked me if I would come over to her house to look at her bathroom sink that started leaking. So off we went. Turns out it was the master bath, and when I went into the bathroom, the sink wasn't leaking. Confused, I turned around to ask if she was mistaking the sink, and Miss Snyder was staring at me, almost like she was waiting for an answer to a question she didn't ask. She had already unzipped her dress, and started to pull the sleeves off her shoulders.
I'm a 19 year old guy, standing in a 50 year old woman's bathroom, and she is taking her dress off. I did what I think most guys my age would. I stared open mouthed and started getting an erection. I guess she started seeing my dick crawling down my left pant leg, because she started to smile. Getting her arms free of the garment, she lowered the front of her dress to waist high. She had very pale skin, and was wearing a satin looking dark green corset with no bra. Her small breasts had golf ball sized areolas, and huge nipples, as round as an AA battery, and sticking out about 2 inches. I never thought the sight of huge nipples could be such a turn on, but my dick really liked them.
"You like"; Miss Snyder asked?
I think I had my mouth closed by now, but really can't remember. I just nodded like a complete idiot.
The smile faded and with a stern look on her face she said; "Take your shirt off".
I did as instructed. I've always been a small guy, 5 feet 7, and probably about 120 pounds at the time, with a runners type body. I removed my shirt and dropped it to the floor.
"Good boy" said Miss Snyder. "You always paid attention and followed instructions in my class." Holding her dress with her right hand, she pointed to a chair with her left and said: "Sit. Remove your shoes and socks".
I guess I didn't move quickly enough for her because she stomped her right foot and barked; "Now!'
Walking quickly over to the chair I sat down and took off my shoes and socks. When I finished I looked at Miss Snyder, and saw her grinning. I say this because it wasn't a happy sort of grin, but more of a sinister type of grin. Then she removed her right hand and let her dress fall to the floor. Turning to face me, I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties.
Back in the 80's, clean shaved crotches were rare. Miss Snyder had the hairiest pussy I have ever seen. She started running her fingers through her crotch hair, and at some points her fingers disappeared from sight. She might have weighed 100 pounds, if that, and probably 2 pounds of that was golden blonde pussy hair. Her legs were very shapely, like a dancers legs. Well toned, and slightly muscular. Her heels and pantyhose only helped accentuate her figure.
Wicked grin still on her face she said; "I know you've seen a girl's pussy. I've overheard a few of them talking about you when you were in school, so you're not innocent." Sitting on her bed, and spreading her leg she continued; "This is a pussy that has been aged to perfection. Do you think my golden triangle is sexy, David"?
"Yes"; I stammered.
"Yes what?" Miss Snyder demanded.
"Yes Miss Snyder"; I replied.
"That's better. Now stand up;" she commanded.
I stood and left my hands at my side, almost like the position of attention, just not as rigid. Miss Snyder just looked at me for a moment, no expression on her face what so ever.
"Strip"; she hissed.
I did as she instructed, dropping my jeans and briefs as quickly as possible. Standing straight up when I finished, I found myself only partially erect. I guess I was more nervous than I thought. Then I saw Miss Snyder start to grin.
"Come here boy!"
I went to her, and stopped about a foot in front of her.
Grabbing my semi-erection she asked; "What's this? This thing is pathetic. Just think, when I heard those little sluts talking about you I was thinking that you may be a worthy student. I was actually going to teach you how to pleasure me."
While saying this I felt her hand alternately squeezing and relaxing her grip on my shaft, which made it start growing. She stopped talking for a while, and continued as she had, until I was finally erect once again. She let go and stared at my erect penis for what seemed like a long while, but was probably 2 or 3 seconds.
Looking at my face she said; "Well Davie, I guess I was mistaken. It appears those little girls are a pretty good judge of a penis. You actually have a very nice looking one. Do you want to please me Davie?"
"Yes Miss Snyder."
"Will you do as instructed, when instructed?"
"Yes Miss Snyder."
"Good, on your knees, and remove my shoes."
Dropping to my knees, I removed both her shoes as she lifted one after another.
"Take the heel of my left foot in your hands, and place all of my toes in your mouth. I want to feel your tongue caressing them."
Looking at Miss Snyder, and wondering what the hell she was talking about, I asked; "What?"
"David, I'm only going to say this one time, because I'm beginning to run out of patience with you. Your job is to give me pleasure. If you're a good boy and do as I say, I'll give you a reward. You have to earn the reward, and the only way to do that is follow my instructions. It's really simple. Right now I want my dainty feet to be given the attention they deserve. You will start by placing my toes in your mouth and bathing my toes with your tongue. Later you will lick and kiss them. If you understand what I'm telling you; start worshipping my feet or get the hell out of my house."
For the next 10 minutes I sucked her toes and licked all over her stocking feet. Every once in a while she commented on what a good job I was doing, while I started feeling like a complete fool. The only weird thing I noticed is that my erection didn't totally disappear.
Finally she had enough, and told me her wet feet were beginning to get chilly. She then instructed me on how to properly remove her panty hose. I rolled first on down her leg, removed it from her foot, unrolled it, and laid it across the chair. After repeating the process with the other, I returned to my kneeling position in front of her.
"Do you think I have sexy legs Davie? Take a look at them and tell me truthfully what you think."
"I like your legs Miss Snyder. "
"Do you mean that, or are you just being sweet?"
"I really mean it Miss Snyder. You have some of the prettiest legs I've ever seen."
"Prove it;" she commanded. "Show me how pretty you think my legs are."
Thinking for a second, I began to kiss her left calf. Starting in the center, I worked down, and back to her knee. Lightly kissing and licking. I went back and forth, from knee to heel a few times, and switched to the right one.
"Good boy;" she said. Placing her hand on my head, and pushing it back, she lifted her legs, spun around, and lay down on the bed. "Now come here and finish showing me how much you like my legs."
By now I was fully erect, and I started at her right knee, and began moving up her inner thigh. This is something that a couple of girls had me do, and I remembered what they liked. Once I was about mid thigh, I began to lightly nibble every so often. Each time I did, I heard her inhale abruptly, and make a moaning sound. When I was an inch or so from the crease between her thigh and crotch, she stiffened. Then I started back down, adding a few more nibbles as I went. When I was a little more than half way down her right thigh, I abruptly started at her left knee, and repeated the routine.
Back and forth I continued. Nibbling her skin, and quickly flicking my tongue. Each time I neared her essence, I felt heat pulsing from deep within. It kept getting warmer, and she was stiffening a little sooner than the first time. Finally I decided to continue up the right crease, and continue upward to the top of her thigh. Glancing upward I saw her tightly clenching the sheets. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing through her mouth. As I traced my way up her crease, I felt her hips move slightly towards me, as if trying to guide me to a specific place.