STEPHANIE<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If I had known you were going to be this frisky today, I wouldn’t have bothered with panties. Then I wouldn’t have to spoil my favourite pair."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"I wasn't,"</strong>I smiled,<strong>"But you were the one who waltzed in and sat on my lap and started groping me. I was fine until then. Well... as fine as I usually am when I know the most horny woman this side of the Rockies is next door and I have 250 eager, tight-bodied sixteen to nineteen year-olds to lord it over. How can you expect me to <em>not</em> be frisky in such circumstances?"</strong><br/><br/>As I talked and Nat tugged her tiny little skirt up which allowed her thighs to open I decided to take her up on the additional opportunities that flexibility offered. I slid one hand behind her back and the other to her furthest thigh and pushing the one away from me and pulling the other towards, I swung her around, lowering her back so she lay partly over my blotter (I had to quickly scoot my laptop out of the way). I ducked my head and shoulders down and lifted her nearest leg up and swung it over my head, grabbing her hips so that finally she was still sat in my lap but facing me, her spine and shoulders supported on my desk and her thighs spread every which way either side of me. I put my head down and kissed at the inside of one glass-nyloned calf, kissing and licking my way to the inside and then the sweet warm soft hollow of the back of her knee and onwards, ever onwards up the inside of her thigh until with teasing little bites I reached her stocking top and the soft warm skin above.<br/><br/>I nuzzled there a while, chewing and kissing gently at the rich tender acres of flesh between stocking top and panty elastic, the heady and very ready scent leaking from her moist womanhood making my head swim with desire. Stroking my hands all up and down her spread limbs and enjoying the sight of her incredible stockinged legs (the finest in school - tits were my league but when it came to sensational legs Nat's were incomparable. The fact I was free to wrap them around my ears any time I pleased was the icing on a very succulent cake).<br/><br/>I looked up at her again.<strong>"You didn't answer my question,"</strong>I reminded her, not wanting to go without her response.<br/><br/>My fingers slid up the insides of both thighs, one on each until, with a teasing twang of garter drops, I ran my hands around her hips, avoiding for now that area protected by the pretty pink and black patterned silk underwear and pushed her little skirt up into a tight roll around her waist. I leaned forwards to plant a delicate kiss on the matching pink satin of her garter belt's front panel and then on the hot flesh below it... then a little lower... then just above the waist elastic of her panties. Lifting my head to grin at her I looked down and was rewarded with the sight of a tell-tale stain of damp issuing from her core. I put a finger right over that damp spot and began to gently rummage about pushing between the silk-clad lips, to churn the wetness around.<br/><br/><strong>"Anyway,"</strong>I offered,<strong>"I'll take you shopping at the weekend and buy you a new pair. Several new pairs if you like. There's that new line of lingerie in called 'Midnight Hour' at that lovely boutique on Kincaid Walk. You know the one - 'Paradise', the place with the mirrored changing cubicles big enough for two."</strong>I winked at her again and locking eye contact put my face to the slippery front of her underwear and put out my tongue, licking her amazing body through the slick material.<br/><br/>Then the phone rang. It was right beside Natalie's head.<br/><br/><strong>"Get that for me would you darling, I'm busy"</strong>I began to scrape the tip of my tongue stud across her buried treasure again, this time rather more firmly while my fingers wiggled away at the spreading damp spot.