Monday, March 19, 2018

Miss Green's Boots

Masturbation Monday image prompt provided by sub-Bee of  A to sub Bee ©

When I was about six years old I sat cross legged on the mat in front of our new schoolteacher as she read the class a story. Her name was Miss Green and she was a 'trainee teacher' and would only be at the school for a week, assisting in various classes. She was very young and pretty. We were all told to be nice to Miss Green because if we were she might come back to our school permanently. 

It was story time and we were all seated on the mat as she sat on a chair and read to us. I was seated right at her feet because I really liked Miss Green already. She was young and very pretty.

It was the early 70s and Miss Green was wearing brown suede boots. They had a chunky high heel and the boot went right up to her knee. The suede boots had matching suede laces that ran from her foot and criss-crossed all the way up the front of her leg, finishing in a bow at the top of the knee. The laces were cinched tight via a series of metals hooks, similar to what you might see on a corset today.

Whether Miss Green wore a corset I do not know, because I was only six.

As Miss Green read her story I could look all the way up her legs and almost under her skirt. Well, I could look up her skirt but I couldn't see anything because she sat with one leg over the other, crossed politely, and blocking my view of her underwear. They wore them short back then so I saw enough to make a six year old boy feel things he didn't understand. 

As Miss Green continued with her long and boring story my attention returned to her suede leather lace up boots.  

They did not look like my mother's footwear so I reached out and touched them. The suede felt funny so I stroked my finger tip up and down her boot, leaving a dark trail along the path my finger had taken. It felt really good so I kept doing it - running my finger up and down and around her boot. I did it really slowly so Miss Green wouldn't notice. 

The tingly feeling in my finger spread all over and I felt funny. It was a weird feeling and I couldn't understand or explain it. I just know I liked it so I kept doing it. Sometimes I ran my finger all the way up to Miss Green's knee, but she never once brushed me away or told me to stop. I was in such a daze I didn't think to look up when Miss Green re-crossed her legs right in front of me. Instead I was mesmerized by the long suede leather lace bows as they danced before me when she moved. 

Even though I was no longer listening I could still hear Miss Green's sweet voice as she continued with her story, and my head felt like it was filled with honey.

And that, boys and girls, is how Mr Nero first fell in love with women...

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This post has also been submitted to Masturbation Monday. You can (and should) read the story behind sub-Bee's photo here. Click this link for more stories like mine!



10 comments:

  1. The innocence of children and their curiosity. I think everyone has crushed on a teacher at some point. ;)
    -Cimmeriansentiment

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    1. I crushed on quite a few over the years. Apparently I wanted to marry my kindergarten teacher, according to my mother.

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  2. Aww Nero, I loved this beautiful, descriptive story. My teacher when I was about 7 wore similar boots, I thought she was lovely. The following year my teacher was a tall stunning redhead who wore white PVC over the knee boots and an astrakan coat - uber glamorous. I'm glad your teacher didn't make a big fuss about your roaming finger, now you have a nice memory and not a traumatic experience. It may have nurtured a boot or leg obsession - hey ho! Nothing too bad about that!

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    1. I enjoy the sight of a woman in sexy boots ie boots that are meant to be sexy, not just boots that are sexy.

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  3. Very sweet ;-) Teachers still hold a fascination for you too ...

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    1. Well, this one struck a chord with me. I remember her well. She was brunette and as cute as a button.

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  4. What a divine story Nero. I loved that you kept stroking her boot and she didn't bother you. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. She probably had no idea what I was up to! :-)

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  5. This is actually a very sweet and mesmerizing story...and before I read JB's comment, I was already thinking of him, wondering if his experiences with boots and women were similar. :)

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    1. Thanks, the story just kinda unfolded itself as I remembered those boots.

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