It was weak and helpless, inviting even. And the thrill was irresistible. What could she do? She couldn't give out to me. I'm a man, therefore I get h...rd-ons. It's nature. I got back to my room and jerked off like it was the first time in years. My next step was to wish her goodnight in nothing but boxer shorts. I wore the kind that hugged my sack, revealing every inch of my erection. I was so hard you could clearly see the shape of my glans, throbbing like crazy. I strode into her room late. We would spend a lot of time at his place and the moment I saw his father, Tim, it sent a huge surge through me. I thoughtthe way he looked at me was "strange", but what did I know? I was young and never been involved sexually with anyone but myself. After the first few times I would go to my friend Tyler's house and see his dad, I couldn't think of enough reason to knock on that door to visit. Tim was about 5'10, 225 lbs with a full head of greying hair. He worked for the State Highway. ”I knew her! She was the woman that owned the Fashion Boutique downtown. She was Sylvia something or other and she used to be some famous artist’s model. Sylvia asked, “Do you want me to fill your stockings?”I opened up the envelope and took out the stockings. Looking at them for a second time I realized that they were not the cheap nylon kind that I was used to seeing. These were very sheer and they may have been made of real silk too.Sylvia stood up and walked over to me. She took the. .yeah we won’t go there. I’ve had crushes on women before, but never as bad as this one, the scent of her blood was driving me crazy, the blood of people I was most attracted to was always the most fragrant, and it was always hard to push away the bloodlust that wanted to overtake me. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to work with her sat in the same office, the rich smell of hot spices mixed with a hint of rose making my teeth ache. The morning dragged by inch by inch, the lack of work.