I Loved Sunday SchoolMy mom had a friend who was ten years her junior. Let's just call her Anna. She was around 35 I estimate and not married yet. She was a gorgeous, classy woman who was very selective about who she married. Calling her "stuck up" would not be out of the question.
SHe was very pretty and dressed very classy. I was about 7 years old with a full blown nylon or pantyhose fetish. Of course it would be many years before I learned the meaning of the word "fetish". But boy did I have a fetish..
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Anna was obviously a woman that took great pride in her appearance. She knew how to dress and look good. She looked VERY GOOD.
She of course wore a skirt or dress with some sort of strappy high heeled sandal that was in fashion at the time. Her gorgeous shoes did a great job showing off her dainty little feet. Her toe nails were forever nicley pollished to a bright pink color. And her legs, her legs wer GORGEOUS!
This was a time before most women worked out. But this lady had HEALTHY, SEXY legs that were encased in nylon stockings or pantyhose.
Yes they were suntan nylons but they we definitely darker than skin color. I think my mom and sister wore a coffee colored nylon stocking or "Town Taupe". Town Taupe I think was a dark grey. Anna's nylons were always very nicley color coordianted with the rest of her outfit.
I just loved and appreciated how her pretty pink toes would peak out from under the nylons and show themselves. I wished so hard that she would sit my mother down had give her grooming tips. But of course that never happened.
Anna had us sit in a semi-circle infront of her as he taught the lesson of the day. I loved her lessons because her nyloned legs, HER GORGEOUS NYLONED LEGS, would be right in my face.
I dared not touch them or my parents would remove (non-surgically) my head. My childish little penis would just get rock hard.
Anna's nyloned legs would provide me all the subject matter I needed to fuel my ************ fantasies for a whole week.
I never listened to her stories, becasue I was transfixed.
I was LUSTING after her beautiful nyloned or pantyhosed legs.
I was CLEARLY STARING at her beautiful nyloned legs.
I MEAN STARING RIGHT AT THEM. I didn't even try to pretend I was listening.
So it was obvious to her that I was LUSTING, OOGLING, maybe even drooling at her nyloned legs.
I had no defense when she would stop about once every session and give me a silient, icy stare.
I was caught, I knew I was caught. She knew I was a lusting, horney, perverted little seven year old.
Well I did not care I loved every minute of Sunday School!