For months it had been my pleasure to take aerobics classes from a woman with the greatest pair of legs I had ever seen.

Time and again I would arrive early to class assured of a spot to be in the front row. For an hour, as Carla danced so beautifully, I fixed my eyes on her long, slender legs. The curves were accentuated by the ultra-shimmery, tan-colored tights she wore each class session. From the tops of her soft cotton socks to the highest point of her French-cut leotard, Carla’s legs were delicious.

After six months of lust-filled aerobics, I could stand it no longer — I had to touch those dark, glossy legs! I desperately desired to feel the silky, smooth stockings which glimmered in the spotlights of the aerobics studio. After a workout one day, I spoke casually with her until all of the other... Read More