I took his hand and placeed it on my knee, perfectly natural so noone else in the bar would suspect what is happening! He started to slide his hand up...my thigh, just under the top of my skirt helm. He touched the soft skin at the top of my leg. He decided to try his luck and continue further! to his surprise I allow him to continue, further he went slowly so not to grab anyones attention, he reached the crease of where my leg and hip meet... his eyes widen as he doesnt feel any knickers.... He. ’ she said, going red in the cheeks, ‘sorry for asking but you didn’t bring any clothes in here?’I just stood speechless, then stupidly let my eyes wander to her legs then down to those cute bare toes. ‘Dan…are you…uhh. Do you have some kind of fetish, about feet I mean?’There was silence for a couple seconds as I hoped she hadn’t caught on to my seriously weird traits.‘It’s just cause the other day in P.E you were kinda glancing down at them rather often and right now you seem to be struggling. I was delighted and surprised to find the lady wore thigh-high stockings and a garter belt. The only time I had seen this on a live woman was when my wife wore them for the first and only time on my thirtieth birthday. That had turned into an exciting and exhausting evening, I sparse hope within me wanted to repeat that feeling now.She didn't resist but watched me intently as my hand generously fondled her stocking clad leg and finally, her smooth pale white skin above. I could feel the heat. Another moan shot from her throat. Growing ashamed of herself, she tried to stay in control of her body’s desires. She forced herself to remain still. It was hard to do with Coach rubbing her clit. Before many more seconds had passed, the slut was again gyrating her cunt in response to the extreme pleasure.Coach O’Malley chuckled, “Hot little bitch, aren’t you. Well, we’re gonna take care of that, bitch. Let’s see what you look like with your clothes off. I wanna see your pussy.”Sylvia looked.