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How I Became A GerontophileSince I grew up in the age of miniskirts I always liked legs. Specifically those in nylon. So when puberty hit I was usually attracted to my instructors or any female staff who wore skirts with hose. My first year in high school there was a substitute teacher, Mrs. Heck. She had to be at least in her sixties. She sort of reminded me of an older Georgette Engel (RIP) only with glasses. She reminded me of a reverend’s wife, the type of sweet old lady who baked pies, etc. That view all changed when she decided to sit on the desk while the class read out of their books. While the rest of the class was focused on the reading material, I started focusing on her legs. I don’t think it helped that I was in the front row. She had on black stockings with open toed strappy pumps. I had developed a thing for stocking feet ever since a family friend came over and spent the evening with her shoes off. The little voice in my head started to chastise me for lusting after this old lady. But I began to debate myself. If she was 30 or 40 years younger, my fellow teenage males would probably be gawping at her the same way they and I lusted for the sexy brunette librarian Mrs. Kozlowski.I reasoned with myself that even though she might be a granny Mrs Heck was still a woman with excellent legs. In fact the fact that the advanced age was such a taboo it was more of a turn-on. illegal bahis Like she was an erotic secret only I had the brains (and sexual desire) to discover. Soon class ended but the stirring in my loins didn’t. I came back to the classroom on my lunch break and luckily found it empty except for Mrs. Heck who sat at the desk reading. I excused myself and told her that I had left something in the class. She listened then went back to reading the book. I pretended to search and after a few minutes, got down in front of the desk where the tiny gap between it and the floor afforded me my private view of paradise.I had a close up view of Mrs. Heck’s reinforced black hose stocking feet and some leg (as an older woman she wore an age appropriate mid calf length skirt). After a few minutes, I started to hump the floor while feasting my eyes. Eventually I bespoiled my trousers with seminal fluid. My horniness now gone I wondered if I had gone mad by lusting after the woman. If I had been caught (in fact I did hear a door open and rapidly close when I was face down on the floor) I would have been the laughing stock of the school and had a lot to explain to my parents.Being a substitute, I very rarely saw Mrs. Heck. The next year she was subbing and on my lunch break I again visited her in an empty class. But this time was different. As a substitute I was sure she was unfamiliar with illegal bahis siteleri my name only my face. So I decided to be as bold as possible. While talking, I suddenly blurted out “You have very nice legs!” Rather than asking me to leave (as did Mrs. Kozlowski when I told her that she had wonderful legs and I’d do anything to feel them or Dr. Kreider who admonished me that the principal would frown upon me going behind her desk to look at her legs), Mrs Heck replied, Thanks they are long and slender (!). I looked down and started openly leering at them. She then started talking about her husband and grown son as if to shock me out of my desire but that only made me hornier. She also mentioned her church and how the black reverend at her church had a white wife (this still mystifies me that she said this!). Eventually our talk wore down and now that she knew my desire, I left for my next class.Now the next year and the best sexual experience without sex that I have known (in fact I think I would trade it for any of the best sex I’ve ever had). One morning I woke up very horny. Instead of getting off I had Mrs. Heck (out of all possible fetish items) on my mind. Now of course as I said she was a substitute so there was no guarantee she’d be there but I was on a quest. I remember just walking out of my homeroom class and literally hunting for her classroom by classroom. canlı bahis siteleri Incredibly, on the fourth floor I found her. She was writing on the board preparing for the class. I don’t know if she remembered our talk from the past year but I came in and said to her I was early for the next class. She resumed writing on the board. Luckily there were several pieces of chalk on the floor at her feet. I pointed those out to her and immediately started picking them up while admiring her legs. After a while I gave up the charade and throwing caution to the wind just got on the floor and started peering up her skirt. I had never seen an actual garter belt or stocking top other than on Benny Hill. But there were a beautiful pair of geriatric legs towering above me with black stockings attached to a girdle with garters. I didn’t give a fuck at that point who would catch me looking even her whole family. I ogled and ogled until incredibly I came in my pants. Now it’ been years and I don’t remember for sure but I’m sure Mrs. Heck looked at me after I had gotten up (with a visible semen stain on my pants) and asked “Did you find what you were looking for?”That was the high point. I saw her occasionally after that (one point in a basement classroom that I would love to encounter her in now that my sexual tastes have progressed beyond looking up skirts). I do remember asking her my senior year if she’d like to go to McDonald’s after school (?) of course which she declined. Not knowing her first name I have thought about hiring a detective to know more about her and hopefully find photographic evidence of those excellent legs.

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