The Rector

Illustrated by Kay O'Hara:

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My next door neighbor comes knocking at my door very early in the morning:

- Kay, my wife just left for the hospital in an ambulance… acute appendicitis, we believe. I need your help as I don't have time to call co-workers with such short-notice.

- Sure Gary, what can I do for you?

- Just take these exam questionnaires to college as I have a couple students in need to pass a resumption before the next session gets under way. The exam must begin at 9:30AM sharp and end at noon sharp. Not one minute later.

- But I don't know what to do with your students…

- There is nothing for you to do. Just hand them the questionnaires at 9:30 and take their answered copy at noon. Keep an eye on them so they don't cheat. That's it. They are not allowed notes or any textbooks, just a calculator and pencil. Bring those filled forms back with you and I will come pick them up sometime tonight or tomorrow. Thank you so much for helping me out of this situation…

- Alright then. I sure hope you know what you are doing.

- Got to go to the hospital now. Room 205 is where it is where the students will be… You're an angel…!

- OK, keep me informed on Mary's health. Good luck to her!

- Will tell her…

And Gary races out of the entrance hall after shoving a brown envelope in my hands. Gosh, I don't have much time and must hurry to be at Gary's college where he's been teaching math for years. I wish to be there before his students arrive !

Luckily I am already showered, but I need to dry my hair and get dressed properly. How should I dress for such an occasion…? That's a situation I have never been into before. I guess formal attire should be the way to go, so that I can get the kid's attention and respect. So I opt for the business suit style that will make me look like a teacher.

After drying and getting my hair in place, I take out my front buttoned white blouse, black above-knee length skirt and light grey blazer with a black trim around the large lapels and side pockets. Yes, that's exactly appropriate! I say to myself. Of course taupe full fashion stockings and my black four inch heel pumps will complement the outfit perfectly! I never wear pantyhose of course and my taste for provocative clothing is what drives my buying in clothing boutiques. So even if I need to look serious this morning, that doesn't mean I cannot be sexy at the same time…

I remove the bathrobe I usually put on when I get up and sit in the bedroom armchair. I slip an open bottom girdle on and a matching white bra that will hold my breasts firmly under my shirt . Then I take a stocking out of the plastic package in which I keep each pair and carefully insert my hand inside the long hose to examine if there are any snags or runs in it . Being perfectly alright under my scrutinizing eyes, I decide to roll up the stocking between my fingers and bunch the soft material into a doughnut shape until both my thumbs reach near the very tip. I then slip that reinforced section of the hose over my pointing toes, making certain the darker nylon covers all of my freshly painted toenails. Then I begin to pull gently at the hose while gradually releasing some of the material as my leg extends forward and pushes against it. The heel part cups my round and fleshy muscle while I watch for the seam to stay right in the middle. The tight nylon wraps at my ankle and engulfs my calf as I continue to pull at it until it reaches over my knee. I then get up and continue to pull until the welt wraps firmly against my thigh.

I love these nylons with the reinforced toe, the taupe opaque sole and sexy heel that wraps all the way behind the foot, up to the ankle where it ends in a point shaped reinforcement called the French heel . Of course the most unique feature of these babies is that darker seam that begins at the tip of the big toe and runs all the way under the sole and behind the leg, splitting the shapely member in two halves of shiny nylon. The welt is wide and thick and that seam comes up to it where it ends in an open loop that has always been called the "keyhole"…

I extend the leg backwards, watch that seam to make sure it is straight all the way down to my raised heel, and attach the rear garter clasp of my girdle right above the keyhole . The strong metal clasp pulls tightly at the nylon as I push the little rubber button inside the solid hook and slide it into the narrower part, securing the thicker welt in place. I repeat the same ritual with the front garter and I can feel the stocking holding taught against my thigh, gently wrapping my foot and leg in the fabulously comfortable silk! Oh how I love the feel of this…

The same goes for the other leg

, after I once again inspect the shiny nylon stocking for runs or snags. I then put on my white shirt, button it up all the way so as to not show any breast cleavage, contrary to what I usually do . The skirt comes next and I pull it up to my waist, neatly tucking the shirt inside it before I finally pull at the side zipper. I don't wear panties as they are not necessary with this knee length skirt. A shorter one would have made me change my mind, but I prefer to feel the air between my legs and against my pussy and besides, it is much simpler if I need to go to the rest room…

I inspect my black pumps before slipping my nylon feet inside them . I love these shoes and wear them quite often as they are very comfortable. My foot has all the room it needs and I can walk or remain standing in them for quite a long period without feeling my feet begin to hurt. I watch my toes sink into the vamp and then my heel pushes down against the heel cup , forcing the air out of the leather prison, making a swoosh sound that some guys find very sexy. I agree with them and will often play with my shoes in this manner, when I want to catch a great looking stud's attention…!

A quick look in the full length mirror and the reflection I see of myself is stunningly perfect for the role I must play this morning. I decide I am ready for the job and head for Gary's college only a couple blocks away from my house.

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