“Its ok there’s nothing to be embarrassed about” Amanda said. “Have you ever had sex” she asked “No” I replied watching her hand rub...my leg, getting closer to my cock. She took her arm from around my shoulders and placed her hand with a gentle touch under my chin and lifted my head up. I looked up and into her eyes she moved in closer and started to kiss me. I didn’t know what to do but to kiss back. She stuck her tongue in side my mouth and I did the same to her. She stopped “Did you. I wassurprised that the sight still meant so much to me, almost a quarter ofa century after those first classes. It was as if fate, or something, wastelling me that I'd be back taking classes again some day. Why? What wasthe attraction, for someone like me with zero talent? Why did I spendeleven more years floundering around, an obvious no-hoper? It wasn't justthe pretty girls, I swear. I suppose it was because, on those rare dayswhen everything went well, it felt so *good* to move that. .. It made me hot but, I was a bit cautious.So after work I went to the shop in the hope to bend over much in the neighbourhood of some nice women, but that didn't happen... Anyone suggestions how to do it?That evening I went to a concert and changed my clothes a but, removed my socks I wore my stockings with the nice panties under my lowhung jeans, in the hope someone would notice, but that didn't happen...I also had a miniskirt under my jeans and was planning on removing my jeans when walking. Thinking I had been busted I blurted out.“What did she mean” to which she replied? “A drink tea coffee or a cold one” “A cold drink would be nice” I replied.She uncrossed he legs and pushed her chair back allowing me a good view up her skirt. I could see the tops of her stockings which were black with a lace top and her silky black knickers. She stood up and straightened her skirt and went and got me a drink. She handed it to me and went and sat down again. Only as she sat lifted her skirt up.