I stood up to pull the tights up to my waist, then adjusted them on my legs, they were definitely tight. As I picked up the leotards they reminded me ...f the ones I through away after I left them lying on the floor, and knew that this was what started this whole thing. One at a time I put my legs through the neck then leg openings and pulled the tight material up my body. I could feel the outfit form fit to me as I pulled them all the way up. It was a little difficult putting my arms in and. How deliciously wicked it would be to show the nerd her body - he was probably a virgin and had never seen a real woman before.When she finally threw her bra off her shoulders, Gail felt the tightening of her nipples. They were so hard, she thought, like rocks. The warm air brushed against her skin but she still trembled."Now for the pants."She felt foolish, of course the pants. When she was wiggling the slacks past her hips, she wondered again why she was doing this. Then Gail saw her own. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” I reassured her. “You seem like a really good teacher and I like you… wait – I don’t mean…” I stammered nervously. “Really?” She asked softly. I could see tears start to swell in her eyes. “No, no don’t cry.” I comforted. I wasn’t sure why she was crying. Was she that afraid to lose her job? She wiped the tears away with her hand. “I’m sorry it’s just…” I got up and handed her a tissue. “Thank you.” She acknowledged. We sat there for a few seconds until she. I passed through the door to the next office following the scent. A labyrinth of cubicles was before me. I put my faith in my nose and started into the maze. After several minutes and more than a couple of wrong turns that had forced me to back up and retrace my route, I found myself looking at the back of a woman of middle age. Graying hair cut in a pageboy style, a sweater around her shoulders and there on her desk the source of the aroma. It was a bag of microwave Carmel corn. I hadn't known.