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This is a work of fiction intended as entertainment and an escape from reality.
This all seemed like a dream as I watched Lexie strip off her outer clothes allowing me to see her standing in front of me with nearly nothing covering her perfect body. Not a month ago I was a 19 year old first year college student setting in her class, the first class of my first year, in fact my very first day of actual class. The lecture hall was huge with tiered rows of chairs, the type with a wide arm for a desk, that looked down on a small desk, a projector, and a woman that was not more than 25 years old. And she was a goddess, a goddess as beautiful and alluring as any mythological Greek goddess of old.
The moment I first saw her the mythological Goddess Aphrodite flashed into my mind. The most beautiful Greek Goddess on Mount Olympus, beauty and power of all other males, gods and mortals alike was standing before me and holding me in her spell. Now she was offering herself to me, a mere freshman student, the lowliest mortal in the university system.
When our instructor entered the lecture hall all chatter stopped, her stunning beauty demanded our respect. She turned and looked over the students assembled with a frown. “Okay you are paying to set in those seats so that means you want to be here, okay. You may call me Lexie or Ms. Olson. Here are my rules, NO CELL PHONES, I see you with one you are out of here, okay? I expect you to read the literature assignment and be ready to participate, okay? And most important if you don’t think you are getting the material come see me I am here to help you learn, okay?”
Her presentation style was a little quirky with a lot of hand gestures and shifting her hips. She also used the word “okay” after nearly every sentence which seemed strange to me because she was an American Literature professor and I just expected a more formal method of speaking. But within 20 minutes of her starting the actual lecture I became aroused to the point my cock would have been clearly visible if I had to stand.
She wore dark charcoals hose, a pleated black knee length skirt, and a thin knit sweater that had a low cut neckline. I began to wonder if they were stockings with a garter belt or if it was pantyhose. I looked for little clues but nothing made it clear. As I watched her skirt swish side to side in a most hypnotic way my mind went back to my first sexual encounter. Jennifer was a classmate in high school and I asked her out a couple times. The first couple dates seemed about average, no touching, just conversation over a burger and fries.
Then we went to a drive in movie and we started holding hands and before we got past the previews of coming attractions I had a hand under her blouse and she was rubbing my jean covered erection. The car was filled with the scent of her perfume and as our passion increased there was enough humidity to make the windows fog up in the cool September evening.
Jennifer made me cum in my pants just rubbing me over them and when I tried to reach up under her skirt I found her covered with pantyhose and she stopped me saying, “you’ll snag my hose and my folks will know we were messing around, better stop.” Now I looked at Lexie with that swishing skirt and thought of the feeling of panty hose covered legs and wanted so much to be back in that car and show Jennifer I could get between her legs without snagging her hose.
Our next date was to the drive-in movie again and this time I was pleased to see her wearing knee socks and saddle shoes. When we got started I was fighting the steering wheel and Jennifer looked into my eyes and whispered, “I want to be in the back seat.” It was awkward but we both managed to get over the front seat without hurting either of us or the car, we didn’t want the dome light coming on.
The moment we were in the back we started kissing and Jennifer went for my cock again. I decided I would not be denied this time and ignored her tits. I ran my hand up between her smooth thighs and found her damp nylon panties as she spread her legs giving me full access. “Ughh Larry that feels so good but I want to open your pants so bad,” she said as she fumbled with my belt. I refused to move my hand once I had gotten where I wanted to be. She managed to expose my cock as my fingers slide past her panties and for the first time in my life I felt the slippery smooth skin that I had dreamt about and jerked off thinking about.
She moaned as I slid up and down her slit, I had no idea what I was doing but that didn’t stop me. I felt her hand on my bare cut tip and tried to think of anything but the sexy girl I wanted to fuck. I knew I would cum way too soon if I really thought about what we were doing while she was stroking me. I could tell she hadn’t gone this far with a guy before from the way she was handling me. And I am sure she thought the same as I fingered her pussy.
I fingered her slit and then found her clit. Guys had all sorts of names for a woman’s body and thoughts about what drove girls wild, most of it was speculation. But their advice wasn’t needed right now, my hand was up her skirt and my finger sliding along those hot wet lips that led to her hole where all dreams come true. I fingered her to an orgasm without penetrating her while she stroked my cock. When her orgasm began she stopped touching me and I felt her thick creamy arousal on my fingers. I could detect the scent of her arousal and wanted so bad to be between her legs.
When her orgasm subsided I yanked my pants down to my knees and got between her legs. The tip of my cock was dribbling pre-cum along her inner thighs as she parted her legs giving me room to get into position. My heart raced, beating in my chest so hard it made my ears ring and I felt light headed. I was so near to the final approach, “in the glide path” I imagined. I could see her eyes sparkling in the lights from the big screen and she whispered, “I am a virgin so go slow Larry.’
I pulled her panties down far enough to penetrate her and the excitement of my first fuck and the fact that she was a virgin ended it as quickly as it had begun. The moment my cock slipped past her wet panties and touched her hot slick crevice my cock jerked and I filled her panties full of cum. I pressed against her hole but didn’t penetrate it because she sort of freaked out and pushed me back off of her. I finished squirting cum on her legs. I apologized for being so quick and she responded, “Probably just as well, I don’t want to get pregnant and am not on the pill.”
Now I was freaked out, what a close call. And that was the end of our dating and I hadn’t been with anyone after that. Just like our dating stopped abruptly my trance in literature class broke as I heard Lexie say, “Your assignment is on the screen, be prepared to discuss The Open Window by Saki, okay. This is an easy one to start but please be prepared to discuss it, okay.” I watched as she gathered her papers and her tits looked so seductive in her thin knit top and from my seat half way up the tiers of chairs I could clearly see she was wearing a black bra. My erection was at a peak and I carefully gathered up my books and covered the prominent bulge that would let even the most casual observer know I was aroused.
I had somehow gotten a dorm room to myself, which suited me just fine as I really didn’t want to deal with a roommate as I got used to college. This was my first time away from home and I knew it would be a period of adjustment for me. When I got back to my dorm room after my first day of class I collapsed on the bed and closed my eyes. The only thing I could see in my mind was Lexie, “the woman in black, my Aphrodite” I thought and my cock responded just like before.
I stripped down and softly stroked my erection as I thought of her every curve and the seductive movement of her skirt across her hose covered legs. “Was she wearing pantyhose or stockings?” I thought as my mind went over all the different versions of the same look. I knew of self supporting stockings and when I thought of a garter belt I wondered if she wore panties over them like the porn pictures and videos showed?
If it was pantyhose did she wear panties under them? Were they sheer to the waist or perhaps control top. “She certainly didn’t need control top,” I thought as my stroking continued and I felt the impending release of my built up load of cum. Every time I considered pantyhose I remembered Jennifer’s and the way it felt to run my hands over the thin fabric that separated my hands from her skin. In an instant the feeling of Jennifer’s pussy as she had her orgasm flooded in my mind and my cock jerked with my first spurt of thick white cum. It arched up and landed on my chest, thick and warm and I cupped my palm over my cock and imagined I had my cock inside of Lexie and released all the rest of my sticky cum.
I was the first to arrive at my lit class. I took a seat where I was yesterday and checked my notes on the assigned story. Lexie was right, it was an easy start to a literature course. I heard a noise and looked up, it was Lexie and again dressed in black with the black hose. I smiled and she smiled back. “Did you spend the night here?” her voice echoed in the empty hall.
I watched as she arranged her papers and opened her laptop to set up her Power Point presentation. She was wearing another full skirt, “almost a retro look from the 1960’s” I thought, but her blouse was black silk and the fitted lines of the garment showed off her figure. Other students started filtering in and before long there was a substantial amount of chatter which I found distracting.
Let’s get started, okay?” Lexie said in a commanding sort of way. “Cell phones OFF and put away.” She said as she looked across the gallery of students. I watched her every move and instead of letting my mind wander like yesterday I was prepared and ready.
“Today we are going to discuss the short story, “The Open Window,” and perhaps before we get into it too deeply would one of you would like to provide a short synopsis of the plot?” Lexie said as she presented her first slide on the projector. “Anyone?”
A pretty coed stood and recited a synopsis that I had read last night in my research about this short story. I wondered if this was going to pass judgment of our instructor. This was a word for word recital and that may have worked in high school but I suspected a college professor would jump on this. She didn’t need to. A male student stood, “If I may be so impertinent, reciting an on-line synopsis seems plagiaristic.”
Lexie looked at the male student, frowned, and then turned to the coed. “Your name?” Lexie asked.
“Mary”, the student replied.
“Well Mary it appears that, what is your name?” She said looking at the male student that was still standing.
“Uh, Jim,” he replied.
“You’re not sure if your name is Jim? Never mind,” Lexie said and faced the female student, “It appears, Uh Jim, has read the same on-line source that you have. As much as we appreciate your recital I would agree with Uh Jim that memorizing the work of another and presenting in this class is unacceptable. You may be seated.”
There was a ripple of laughter in the gallery and Lexie glared back at them, “This is not a stand-up comedy act, now let’s get down to business, okay?” Lexie crossed over to her laptop and presented a graphic and asked, “who in this group can tell me what situational irony is and why does it apply to this short story?”
The room fell silent, what was a short little three page story suddenly required students to do more than read the story and repeat the plot line. I looked around the gallery and there were murmurs, flipping pages, and looks of confusion. As always my arousal over Lexie was a problem but I had a large book to hide it and with one last look at the confused group of students indicated they were clueless or afraid of potential ridicule.
I stood, “My name is Larry. Situational Irony is often a literary method that describes situations that produce a result exactly opposite to what we’d expect. Saki led the reader to suspect that a person with a nervous condition would find peace and restoration in the country among friends of his sister. We were led to expect that the primary character would indeed find peace, harmony, and perhaps be restored to good mental health. But instead he was told a ghost story that produced a shocking result that did the opposite of what we expected.”
I stood waiting for her critique and the response I received was totally unexpected. Lexie stepped to the edge of her platform and applauded me. “This my friends,” she said in a loud voice, “is what I expect. Preparation, presentation style, and accuracy. Thank you Larry, perhaps Uh Jim has taken a note on presentation style and Mary should also note that understanding the information is different than reciting it line for line. You may be seated Larry.” She said smiling at me and it seemed her eyes darted towards my pelvis and I realized that I had let the book lean forward. My face turned red and I quickly took my seat and tried not to make eye contact with anyone near me.
Over the next few weeks I would be the first in place and on most every occasion Lexie would walk up the steps of the gallery to speak to me. It was always casual and friendly but nothing that would ever have led me to think it was anything other than a caring instructor. I did, it seemed to me, distinguish myself as one who was always prepared and accurate. This made me popular with some, despised by others, including “Uh Jim” as Lexie continued to refer to him whenever he presented information. The fourth week of class Lexie arrived as usual with me in place.
I was not paying attention today and when she approached me today I was taken off guard. I had been reading about the Greek Goddess Aphrodite who made me think of Lexie and as always just the thought of her had me hard and showing. I looked up, surprised to see her a few feet from me. “Good morning Larry, what are you reading?” she asked as she pulled the book from my hands, which of course covered my erection that was throbbing with lust of Lexie who I pictured in my mind as an equal to Aphrodite.
“Oh I love Greek mythology, and Aphrodite, ‘The Goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and procreation.’ I suspect you find this very stimulating reading,” she said as she ran her middle finger across the slick page with a depiction of the Greek goddess. “Is this your first exposure to the subject of love, beauty, pleasure, and procreation?” She said as she looked directly at the tent in my trousers and then up to lock her eyes on mine.
“I have read a great deal of things concerning the Greeks, their culture although paganistic was also so well educated and ahead of their times.” I said trying to not sound like a horny teenager that I really was. Students began to arrive so Lexie turned the book back towards me and pointing directly at the word pleasure said, “I find this aspect of the mythology most interesting and if I am correct in what I see you do as well,” she said and pushed the book across the broad chair arm and bumped it against the tip of my cock in my jeans.
“We must get on with class,” Lexie said and then whispered, “perhaps we should continue this discussion in my office later this afternoon. I would suggest you read the Aesop Fable, ‘Aphrodite and the Weasel.’ I love reading it myself.” And with that Lexie descended the steps leaving me with an aching erection and the thrill of meeting her behind closed doors.
I tapped on the door to Lexie’s office and heard her tell me to come in. Lexie was setting at a table in the center of her office when I walked in and my cock began to harden the moment I saw her. Her legs were crossed with her skirt riding high on her thighs and at that instant I confirmed it was pantyhose and not stockings. Her legs were perfect and her smile drew me in even if she was so seductive in every way.
“I hope you don’t mind Larry,” she said as she uncrossed her legs and put out her hand as she leaned towards me, “I just thought we might have a little chat where others won’t interrupt us.”
I took her hand and felt like her body was exuding some sort of primal energy and was barely able to cover my arousal with my jacket that I held in front of me. I sat down across from her and tried to keep my eyes on hers but as she crossed her legs again I caught myself staring at those hose covered legs as if I was in a trance. “There was no way she didn’t know what she is doing to me,” I thought as my eyes went from her ankles to where her legs vanished under her skirt.
Lexie had a pile of student papers on the table and several books and caught me looking at her legs but did not make any attempt to cover the display that kept me fully aroused. “I was wondering are you really as good as you seem at literature?” She asked smiling in a very friendly way. I saw her eyes glance down to my erection that I was trying to keep covered and blushed.
“Don’t misunderstand, I find you genuine and knowledgeable, both rare qualities in a first year student.” She said as she looked into my eyes with the occasional glance down. I had every reason to believe she knew I was aroused and that I was aroused by her.
“I love literature,” I replied, “I guess I get lost in books and stories instead of have a large circle of friends. I guess that makes me a bit of a dreamer as I find myself in so many of the characters in literature.” It seemed like that as I spoke she soaked up every word and felt she respected my thoughts.
“Did you read that little Aesop fable I mentioned,” she asked.
“Yes I read it again. I think I first saw that piece in my first year of high school. I found so many of my classmates that seemed to fit the characters in that piece. I especially found many that fit the weasel character that regardless of the transformation to a beautiful person would never change from being a weasel at heart.”
“And do you imagine yourself as the young man who fell in love with the weasel that had been transformed into a beautiful woman?” She asked.
“Yes, I guess I do. I have not had much experience with women but I have found that many people hide behind fashion and the prestige of their positions yet are not at all what you would expect.” I said wondering if she understood what I was saying.
“Do you have an example?” she asked as she ran her hand down her hose covered thigh. I wondered if her hose was as silky feeling as Jennifer’s”
“Well I dated a classmate a couple times, she was very popular in school, you know class president, that sort of thing. But inside she seemed to have trouble connecting with people.” I said as I wondered why I had not seen this in high school. Jennifer had dropped me after our failed attempt to have intercourse but in all honesty she hooked up with a jock and ended up pregnant before we graduated.
“Exactly” Lexie said, “I have found this so true at the university level. Just because a professor has been transformed from a student to an educator does not mean they have matured past their first year as a student.” She said as she uncrossed her legs and reached out and laid her hand on my knee.
I looked down and could see the crotch panel of her pantyhose when she spread her legs apart. I thought I would have a spontaneous ejaculation when I saw between her legs and if my eyes were accurate it appeared that she was shaved bald under that hose. I watched as if in slow motion as her fingers gripped my jacket and pulled it towards her, “And it seems that your jacket may be a metaphor for what lies hidden behind it.” she said and pulled it away leaving my full blown erection showing inside my jeans.
“I am so sorry,” I apologized, “I have no excuse for my poor behavior.” I hoped this would suffice as a heartfelt apology yet my cock didn’t deflate, rather it throbbed with anticipation even though I had no expectation that this meeting would do anything more than get me expelled. In the politically correct atmosphere of the university such a display could only lead to trouble.
“Oh I am the one that should apologize,” Lexie said. “I have noticed you watching me in class and yes I have also noticed you have seem to be perpetually aroused, may I ask if it is a medical condition?”
“No it is not a medical condition,” I said and hesitated. How could I tell Lexie that it was her?
“I am relieved to hear that, perhaps if I tell you a little something about myself you will understand me a bit better.” She said as she laid my jacket on the table and looked at the tent in my trousers and continued, “You see I am a bit lonely because I don’t exactly fit the normal professor crowd. To be an official part of the faculty you need to be all full of yourself, a bit stuffy, and think that no student has a brain.” She told me.
Setting this close to her I could see every detail of her perfectly shaped face and body. I have never been one of those guys that think women need big boobs to be sexy, hers were perfectly proportioned for her body type and the way she dressed was so understated yet highly attractive to me. I suddenly realized that her repetitive speech pattern of adding ‘okay’ at the end of every sentence had vanished.
As hard as I tried to control myself and not look down my eyes were riveted to what was not three feet away from me as I heard her say, “I know you like this view, I have noticed you watching me in class and your arousal has a way of showing even that far above me.”
As hard as I tried I couldn’t pry my eyes off the seductive scene in front of me as I shifted in my chair. “Do you remember something that Aphrodite owned that everyone knew to be part of her control on all males?” Lexie asked.
“Yes, a girdle that made her extremely attractive to men, mortals in particular,” I said but admitted, “I have forgotten the Greek word for the undergarment.”
“It is a strophion, and your memory of the translation is accurate. Just like Aphrodite I believe I have a garment that you find makes me desirable. Would you agree that my pantyhose have that same effect on you, a mere mortal,” she said and giggled. “I am sorry Larry, I am not making fun of you, in fact let me apologize.” She said standing in front of me.
I started to stand thinking the meeting would be over with a short apology instead she pushed me back into my chair walked to the door and clicked the lock. As she came around in front of me again she pulled her sweater off revealing a semi-sheer black bra. “In the days of Aphrodite she did not have a bra, by the look on your face you like it and perhaps you’d love it if it was a little more sheer, perhaps as sheer as my pantyhose.” And then she dropped her skirt and covered her shaved pussy with her hand.
“This is my apology Larry. I know I have aroused you, to be honest I noticed this on the first day of class. The second class period when you were the first to arrive I knew I had this power, like Aphrodite, over you. I wonder if you have had experience with a woman in hose, or perhaps you only wish you could experience such a thing. Regardless, I know that my power over you must be wielded carefully.”
Lexie took a step closer, “If I may,” she said in a hushed whisper, “I would love for you to be my Anchises.”
My mind searched for that name in Greek mythology and I recited a line from the Homeric Hymn to Aphrodite “And Aphrodite, the daughter of Zeus, stood before him, in size and form like an unwed maiden, so that he might not see who she was and be afraid.” I said taking a step towards her, “I would love to be your Anchises.”
NOTE: Because inserting pictures is such a pain in the ass on XH I have posted a series of the pictures from this set in a gallery called Aphrodite for your viewing pleasure. There will be no chapter 2, test your skills and imagine what happens to Larry in that professors office and refer to the gallery of pictures that show the soft porn pictures that have been in my personal collection for 15 years..
This all seemed like a dream as I watched Lexie strip off her outer clothes allowing me to see her standing in front of me with nearly nothing covering her perfect body. Not a month ago I was a 19 year old first year college student setting in her class, the first class of my first year, in fact my very first day of actual class. The lecture hall was huge with tiered rows of chairs, the type with a wide arm for a desk, that looked down on a small desk, a projector, and a woman that was not more than 25 years old. And she was a goddess, a goddess as beautiful and alluring as any mythological Greek goddess of old.
The moment I first saw her the mythological Goddess Aphrodite flashed into my mind. The most beautiful Greek Goddess on Mount Olympus, beauty and power of all other males, gods and mortals alike was standing before me and holding me in her spell. Now she was offering herself to me, a mere freshman student, the lowliest mortal in the university system.
When our instructor entered the lecture hall all chatter stopped, her stunning beauty demanded our respect. She turned and looked over the students assembled with a frown. “Okay you are paying to set in those seats so that means you want to be here, okay. You may call me Lexie or Ms. Olson. Here are my rules, NO CELL PHONES, I see you with one you are out of here, okay? I expect you to read the literature assignment and be ready to participate, okay? And most important if you don’t think you are getting the material come see me I am here to help you learn, okay?”
Her presentation style was a little quirky with a lot of hand gestures and shifting her hips. She also used the word “okay” after nearly every sentence which seemed strange to me because she was an American Literature professor and I just expected a more formal method of speaking. But within 20 minutes of her starting the actual lecture I became aroused to the point my cock would have been clearly visible if I had to stand.
She wore dark charcoals hose, a pleated black knee length skirt, and a thin knit sweater that had a low cut neckline. I began to wonder if they were stockings with a garter belt or if it was pantyhose. I looked for little clues but nothing made it clear. As I watched her skirt swish side to side in a most hypnotic way my mind went back to my first sexual encounter. Jennifer was a classmate in high school and I asked her out a couple times. The first couple dates seemed about average, no touching, just conversation over a burger and fries.
Then we went to a drive in movie and we started holding hands and before we got past the previews of coming attractions I had a hand under her blouse and she was rubbing my jean covered erection. The car was filled with the scent of her perfume and as our passion increased there was enough humidity to make the windows fog up in the cool September evening.
Jennifer made me cum in my pants just rubbing me over them and when I tried to reach up under her skirt I found her covered with pantyhose and she stopped me saying, “you’ll snag my hose and my folks will know we were messing around, better stop.” Now I looked at Lexie with that swishing skirt and thought of the feeling of panty hose covered legs and wanted so much to be back in that car and show Jennifer I could get between her legs without snagging her hose.
Our next date was to the drive-in movie again and this time I was pleased to see her wearing knee socks and saddle shoes. When we got started I was fighting the steering wheel and Jennifer looked into my eyes and whispered, “I want to be in the back seat.” It was awkward but we both managed to get over the front seat without hurting either of us or the car, we didn’t want the dome light coming on.
The moment we were in the back we started kissing and Jennifer went for my cock again. I decided I would not be denied this time and ignored her tits. I ran my hand up between her smooth thighs and found her damp nylon panties as she spread her legs giving me full access. “Ughh Larry that feels so good but I want to open your pants so bad,” she said as she fumbled with my belt. I refused to move my hand once I had gotten where I wanted to be. She managed to expose my cock as my fingers slide past her panties and for the first time in my life I felt the slippery smooth skin that I had dreamt about and jerked off thinking about.
She moaned as I slid up and down her slit, I had no idea what I was doing but that didn’t stop me. I felt her hand on my bare cut tip and tried to think of anything but the sexy girl I wanted to fuck. I knew I would cum way too soon if I really thought about what we were doing while she was stroking me. I could tell she hadn’t gone this far with a guy before from the way she was handling me. And I am sure she thought the same as I fingered her pussy.
I fingered her slit and then found her clit. Guys had all sorts of names for a woman’s body and thoughts about what drove girls wild, most of it was speculation. But their advice wasn’t needed right now, my hand was up her skirt and my finger sliding along those hot wet lips that led to her hole where all dreams come true. I fingered her to an orgasm without penetrating her while she stroked my cock. When her orgasm began she stopped touching me and I felt her thick creamy arousal on my fingers. I could detect the scent of her arousal and wanted so bad to be between her legs.
When her orgasm subsided I yanked my pants down to my knees and got between her legs. The tip of my cock was dribbling pre-cum along her inner thighs as she parted her legs giving me room to get into position. My heart raced, beating in my chest so hard it made my ears ring and I felt light headed. I was so near to the final approach, “in the glide path” I imagined. I could see her eyes sparkling in the lights from the big screen and she whispered, “I am a virgin so go slow Larry.’
I pulled her panties down far enough to penetrate her and the excitement of my first fuck and the fact that she was a virgin ended it as quickly as it had begun. The moment my cock slipped past her wet panties and touched her hot slick crevice my cock jerked and I filled her panties full of cum. I pressed against her hole but didn’t penetrate it because she sort of freaked out and pushed me back off of her. I finished squirting cum on her legs. I apologized for being so quick and she responded, “Probably just as well, I don’t want to get pregnant and am not on the pill.”
Now I was freaked out, what a close call. And that was the end of our dating and I hadn’t been with anyone after that. Just like our dating stopped abruptly my trance in literature class broke as I heard Lexie say, “Your assignment is on the screen, be prepared to discuss The Open Window by Saki, okay. This is an easy one to start but please be prepared to discuss it, okay.” I watched as she gathered her papers and her tits looked so seductive in her thin knit top and from my seat half way up the tiers of chairs I could clearly see she was wearing a black bra. My erection was at a peak and I carefully gathered up my books and covered the prominent bulge that would let even the most casual observer know I was aroused.
I had somehow gotten a dorm room to myself, which suited me just fine as I really didn’t want to deal with a roommate as I got used to college. This was my first time away from home and I knew it would be a period of adjustment for me. When I got back to my dorm room after my first day of class I collapsed on the bed and closed my eyes. The only thing I could see in my mind was Lexie, “the woman in black, my Aphrodite” I thought and my cock responded just like before.
I stripped down and softly stroked my erection as I thought of her every curve and the seductive movement of her skirt across her hose covered legs. “Was she wearing pantyhose or stockings?” I thought as my mind went over all the different versions of the same look. I knew of self supporting stockings and when I thought of a garter belt I wondered if she wore panties over them like the porn pictures and videos showed?
If it was pantyhose did she wear panties under them? Were they sheer to the waist or perhaps control top. “She certainly didn’t need control top,” I thought as my stroking continued and I felt the impending release of my built up load of cum. Every time I considered pantyhose I remembered Jennifer’s and the way it felt to run my hands over the thin fabric that separated my hands from her skin. In an instant the feeling of Jennifer’s pussy as she had her orgasm flooded in my mind and my cock jerked with my first spurt of thick white cum. It arched up and landed on my chest, thick and warm and I cupped my palm over my cock and imagined I had my cock inside of Lexie and released all the rest of my sticky cum.
I was the first to arrive at my lit class. I took a seat where I was yesterday and checked my notes on the assigned story. Lexie was right, it was an easy start to a literature course. I heard a noise and looked up, it was Lexie and again dressed in black with the black hose. I smiled and she smiled back. “Did you spend the night here?” her voice echoed in the empty hall.
I watched as she arranged her papers and opened her laptop to set up her Power Point presentation. She was wearing another full skirt, “almost a retro look from the 1960’s” I thought, but her blouse was black silk and the fitted lines of the garment showed off her figure. Other students started filtering in and before long there was a substantial amount of chatter which I found distracting.
Let’s get started, okay?” Lexie said in a commanding sort of way. “Cell phones OFF and put away.” She said as she looked across the gallery of students. I watched her every move and instead of letting my mind wander like yesterday I was prepared and ready.
“Today we are going to discuss the short story, “The Open Window,” and perhaps before we get into it too deeply would one of you would like to provide a short synopsis of the plot?” Lexie said as she presented her first slide on the projector. “Anyone?”
A pretty coed stood and recited a synopsis that I had read last night in my research about this short story. I wondered if this was going to pass judgment of our instructor. This was a word for word recital and that may have worked in high school but I suspected a college professor would jump on this. She didn’t need to. A male student stood, “If I may be so impertinent, reciting an on-line synopsis seems plagiaristic.”
Lexie looked at the male student, frowned, and then turned to the coed. “Your name?” Lexie asked.
“Mary”, the student replied.
“Well Mary it appears that, what is your name?” She said looking at the male student that was still standing.
“Uh, Jim,” he replied.
“You’re not sure if your name is Jim? Never mind,” Lexie said and faced the female student, “It appears, Uh Jim, has read the same on-line source that you have. As much as we appreciate your recital I would agree with Uh Jim that memorizing the work of another and presenting in this class is unacceptable. You may be seated.”
There was a ripple of laughter in the gallery and Lexie glared back at them, “This is not a stand-up comedy act, now let’s get down to business, okay?” Lexie crossed over to her laptop and presented a graphic and asked, “who in this group can tell me what situational irony is and why does it apply to this short story?”
The room fell silent, what was a short little three page story suddenly required students to do more than read the story and repeat the plot line. I looked around the gallery and there were murmurs, flipping pages, and looks of confusion. As always my arousal over Lexie was a problem but I had a large book to hide it and with one last look at the confused group of students indicated they were clueless or afraid of potential ridicule.
I stood, “My name is Larry. Situational Irony is often a literary method that describes situations that produce a result exactly opposite to what we’d expect. Saki led the reader to suspect that a person with a nervous condition would find peace and restoration in the country among friends of his sister. We were led to expect that the primary character would indeed find peace, harmony, and perhaps be restored to good mental health. But instead he was told a ghost story that produced a shocking result that did the opposite of what we expected.”
I stood waiting for her critique and the response I received was totally unexpected. Lexie stepped to the edge of her platform and applauded me. “This my friends,” she said in a loud voice, “is what I expect. Preparation, presentation style, and accuracy. Thank you Larry, perhaps Uh Jim has taken a note on presentation style and Mary should also note that understanding the information is different than reciting it line for line. You may be seated Larry.” She said smiling at me and it seemed her eyes darted towards my pelvis and I realized that I had let the book lean forward. My face turned red and I quickly took my seat and tried not to make eye contact with anyone near me.
Over the next few weeks I would be the first in place and on most every occasion Lexie would walk up the steps of the gallery to speak to me. It was always casual and friendly but nothing that would ever have led me to think it was anything other than a caring instructor. I did, it seemed to me, distinguish myself as one who was always prepared and accurate. This made me popular with some, despised by others, including “Uh Jim” as Lexie continued to refer to him whenever he presented information. The fourth week of class Lexie arrived as usual with me in place.
I was not paying attention today and when she approached me today I was taken off guard. I had been reading about the Greek Goddess Aphrodite who made me think of Lexie and as always just the thought of her had me hard and showing. I looked up, surprised to see her a few feet from me. “Good morning Larry, what are you reading?” she asked as she pulled the book from my hands, which of course covered my erection that was throbbing with lust of Lexie who I pictured in my mind as an equal to Aphrodite.
“Oh I love Greek mythology, and Aphrodite, ‘The Goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and procreation.’ I suspect you find this very stimulating reading,” she said as she ran her middle finger across the slick page with a depiction of the Greek goddess. “Is this your first exposure to the subject of love, beauty, pleasure, and procreation?” She said as she looked directly at the tent in my trousers and then up to lock her eyes on mine.
“I have read a great deal of things concerning the Greeks, their culture although paganistic was also so well educated and ahead of their times.” I said trying to not sound like a horny teenager that I really was. Students began to arrive so Lexie turned the book back towards me and pointing directly at the word pleasure said, “I find this aspect of the mythology most interesting and if I am correct in what I see you do as well,” she said and pushed the book across the broad chair arm and bumped it against the tip of my cock in my jeans.
“We must get on with class,” Lexie said and then whispered, “perhaps we should continue this discussion in my office later this afternoon. I would suggest you read the Aesop Fable, ‘Aphrodite and the Weasel.’ I love reading it myself.” And with that Lexie descended the steps leaving me with an aching erection and the thrill of meeting her behind closed doors.
I tapped on the door to Lexie’s office and heard her tell me to come in. Lexie was setting at a table in the center of her office when I walked in and my cock began to harden the moment I saw her. Her legs were crossed with her skirt riding high on her thighs and at that instant I confirmed it was pantyhose and not stockings. Her legs were perfect and her smile drew me in even if she was so seductive in every way.
“I hope you don’t mind Larry,” she said as she uncrossed her legs and put out her hand as she leaned towards me, “I just thought we might have a little chat where others won’t interrupt us.”
I took her hand and felt like her body was exuding some sort of primal energy and was barely able to cover my arousal with my jacket that I held in front of me. I sat down across from her and tried to keep my eyes on hers but as she crossed her legs again I caught myself staring at those hose covered legs as if I was in a trance. “There was no way she didn’t know what she is doing to me,” I thought as my eyes went from her ankles to where her legs vanished under her skirt.
Lexie had a pile of student papers on the table and several books and caught me looking at her legs but did not make any attempt to cover the display that kept me fully aroused. “I was wondering are you really as good as you seem at literature?” She asked smiling in a very friendly way. I saw her eyes glance down to my erection that I was trying to keep covered and blushed.
“Don’t misunderstand, I find you genuine and knowledgeable, both rare qualities in a first year student.” She said as she looked into my eyes with the occasional glance down. I had every reason to believe she knew I was aroused and that I was aroused by her.
“I love literature,” I replied, “I guess I get lost in books and stories instead of have a large circle of friends. I guess that makes me a bit of a dreamer as I find myself in so many of the characters in literature.” It seemed like that as I spoke she soaked up every word and felt she respected my thoughts.
“Did you read that little Aesop fable I mentioned,” she asked.
“Yes I read it again. I think I first saw that piece in my first year of high school. I found so many of my classmates that seemed to fit the characters in that piece. I especially found many that fit the weasel character that regardless of the transformation to a beautiful person would never change from being a weasel at heart.”
“And do you imagine yourself as the young man who fell in love with the weasel that had been transformed into a beautiful woman?” She asked.
“Yes, I guess I do. I have not had much experience with women but I have found that many people hide behind fashion and the prestige of their positions yet are not at all what you would expect.” I said wondering if she understood what I was saying.
“Do you have an example?” she asked as she ran her hand down her hose covered thigh. I wondered if her hose was as silky feeling as Jennifer’s”
“Well I dated a classmate a couple times, she was very popular in school, you know class president, that sort of thing. But inside she seemed to have trouble connecting with people.” I said as I wondered why I had not seen this in high school. Jennifer had dropped me after our failed attempt to have intercourse but in all honesty she hooked up with a jock and ended up pregnant before we graduated.
“Exactly” Lexie said, “I have found this so true at the university level. Just because a professor has been transformed from a student to an educator does not mean they have matured past their first year as a student.” She said as she uncrossed her legs and reached out and laid her hand on my knee.
I looked down and could see the crotch panel of her pantyhose when she spread her legs apart. I thought I would have a spontaneous ejaculation when I saw between her legs and if my eyes were accurate it appeared that she was shaved bald under that hose. I watched as if in slow motion as her fingers gripped my jacket and pulled it towards her, “And it seems that your jacket may be a metaphor for what lies hidden behind it.” she said and pulled it away leaving my full blown erection showing inside my jeans.
“I am so sorry,” I apologized, “I have no excuse for my poor behavior.” I hoped this would suffice as a heartfelt apology yet my cock didn’t deflate, rather it throbbed with anticipation even though I had no expectation that this meeting would do anything more than get me expelled. In the politically correct atmosphere of the university such a display could only lead to trouble.
“Oh I am the one that should apologize,” Lexie said. “I have noticed you watching me in class and yes I have also noticed you have seem to be perpetually aroused, may I ask if it is a medical condition?”
“No it is not a medical condition,” I said and hesitated. How could I tell Lexie that it was her?
“I am relieved to hear that, perhaps if I tell you a little something about myself you will understand me a bit better.” She said as she laid my jacket on the table and looked at the tent in my trousers and continued, “You see I am a bit lonely because I don’t exactly fit the normal professor crowd. To be an official part of the faculty you need to be all full of yourself, a bit stuffy, and think that no student has a brain.” She told me.
Setting this close to her I could see every detail of her perfectly shaped face and body. I have never been one of those guys that think women need big boobs to be sexy, hers were perfectly proportioned for her body type and the way she dressed was so understated yet highly attractive to me. I suddenly realized that her repetitive speech pattern of adding ‘okay’ at the end of every sentence had vanished.
As hard as I tried to control myself and not look down my eyes were riveted to what was not three feet away from me as I heard her say, “I know you like this view, I have noticed you watching me in class and your arousal has a way of showing even that far above me.”
As hard as I tried I couldn’t pry my eyes off the seductive scene in front of me as I shifted in my chair. “Do you remember something that Aphrodite owned that everyone knew to be part of her control on all males?” Lexie asked.
“Yes, a girdle that made her extremely attractive to men, mortals in particular,” I said but admitted, “I have forgotten the Greek word for the undergarment.”
“It is a strophion, and your memory of the translation is accurate. Just like Aphrodite I believe I have a garment that you find makes me desirable. Would you agree that my pantyhose have that same effect on you, a mere mortal,” she said and giggled. “I am sorry Larry, I am not making fun of you, in fact let me apologize.” She said standing in front of me.
I started to stand thinking the meeting would be over with a short apology instead she pushed me back into my chair walked to the door and clicked the lock. As she came around in front of me again she pulled her sweater off revealing a semi-sheer black bra. “In the days of Aphrodite she did not have a bra, by the look on your face you like it and perhaps you’d love it if it was a little more sheer, perhaps as sheer as my pantyhose.” And then she dropped her skirt and covered her shaved pussy with her hand.
“This is my apology Larry. I know I have aroused you, to be honest I noticed this on the first day of class. The second class period when you were the first to arrive I knew I had this power, like Aphrodite, over you. I wonder if you have had experience with a woman in hose, or perhaps you only wish you could experience such a thing. Regardless, I know that my power over you must be wielded carefully.”
Lexie took a step closer, “If I may,” she said in a hushed whisper, “I would love for you to be my Anchises.”
My mind searched for that name in Greek mythology and I recited a line from the Homeric Hymn to Aphrodite “And Aphrodite, the daughter of Zeus, stood before him, in size and form like an unwed maiden, so that he might not see who she was and be afraid.” I said taking a step towards her, “I would love to be your Anchises.”
NOTE: Because inserting pictures is such a pain in the ass on XH I have posted a series of the pictures from this set in a gallery called Aphrodite for your viewing pleasure. There will be no chapter 2, test your skills and imagine what happens to Larry in that professors office and refer to the gallery of pictures that show the soft porn pictures that have been in my personal collection for 15 years..
Mara
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