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 students had exited the room. Much to my surprise, Carla took control of the conversation. “You like my legs, don’t you? All you ever do is stare at them.”

I didn’t know how to answer. Stuttering for the right words, I responded, “Carla, you have the best legs I’ve ever seen. Your tights, they shine so beautifully. C-c-can I touch them?”

“Not now,” she said, “but why don’t we go over to my place for a while?”

When we arrived at her house, Carla poured me a drink and we sat down together on the couch. I immediately began to run my hands up and down her lovely staircase. With her legs encased in their spandex mold, I could feel her flexing her muscular calves and thighs for me. I was in seventh heaven, but within the next few moments, the evening would take an interesting turn.

As I continued to pet her beautiful legs, concentrating on the vision of her shimmery tights, she told me that what would really turn her on would be to see me putting them on my legs. This surprised me at first but certainly made my cock stiffen in my jeans.

After a little more coaxing, I was out of my clothes and shimmying into her elastic tights. I could feel the same silky tights that had so lusciously adorned my aerobics instructor’s legs clinging to my toes. All the way up to the snug waistband, I could feel the tingling sensation of the exercise tights.

“How do you feel?” Carla asked. “Your legs look so wonderful. You should shave them so the tights will look as good on you as they do on me. I’d love to see your legs shaved.”

I laughed out loud. I certainly did enjoy the feeling, the tingling of the tights holding my legs in captivity. My legs were on display for Carla as she fondled them with her long, slender fingertips.

Eventually the evening ended, but I will never forget the surprise, the joy, the pleasure and the sensation of being her “model” for those few short hours. Even today I will occasionally wear a pair of shimmery, tan-colored tights under a business suit as a reminder of my memorable night with Carla. Oh, what a night!