Favorite sightings

[Lopar]

This brings to my attention a particularly fascinating moment in my life that occurred when I was in High School. In the formative years of my puberty I, like any heterosexual male, had cultivated an interest in the female gender and had attached a special interest with one or more specific parts of the anatomy, as well as the accoutrements of the fememnine mystique which would draw attention to and amplify said area of interest. I don't know how or when I got my fascination with high-heeled shoes and pantyhose/stockings, or what triggered my taste, but when it came about I found my nascent sexuality in rapt awe of them. My sense of etiquette was also primitive, making my reactions to them--beyond the expected phallic--oftentimes embarrassingly obtuse.

One particularly mesmerizing encounter occurred to me early in High School, around the year 1990 if I can recall correctly. Back then there were still eight class periods/lessons per day (nowadays it's four, and the classes are changed after half the school year is over), I was in my Biology class, which I think I was the seventh period. The regular teacher wasn't available at that time. A minute or two after I sat down the substitute walked in. She had such an affect on me I felt like I had been struck by bolt of lighting! Miss Grey (name changed for the purposes of this posting) appeared to be a young woman in her early twenties. Her long curly hair was a burnt sienna color that almost matched her eyes. Her skin showed of a fading summer tan, but was soft and smooth. She wore a long black dress with a white sailor collar, opaque white pantyhose and a pair black patent(?) leather classic court style pumps with very, *VERY* high spike heels (no platforms or straps). The hem of her skirt came down to her ankles. As I sat at my desk inebriated in a haze of raging hormones, I gazed longingly at this statuesque being, who carried herself with grace, moving almost effortlessly across the floor. Her footfalls issued a thud-click that I can still remember. The young woman sometimes would totter slightly on her tall thin heels, a subtlety that I would find charming. Needless to say, my fogged mind found it nigh unto impossible to maintain concentration on learning physiology. Factoring in the somewhat muted pallette of the classroom infrastructure and decor, and Miss Grey's black dress, there were two obvious focal points: her collar and her feet. Her bright white nylons contrasted sharply with her black shoes and ankle length dress, and considering her arched feet were bent at almost a ninety degree angle to her toes, so I could see the entire tops of her feet, they were all the more visible. I was very thankful that I had a seat in the middle of the front row in the classroom. Mind you, if she was my regular teacher and wore those shoes I'd probably fail the class on account of not paying attention to the lesson plan!

Eventually, the ending bell chimed and we had to leave. My knees and hands were shivering with delight and I was reluctant to leave. If I had any more classes to take that day, I assuredly wasn't able to concentrate on them, either. I recall going back to that room after school had ended so I could take one last peek at Miss Grey before I left school. I have found a picture (link to pic here) of an outfit similar to what she was wearing, but I don't know what exactly is the name of that kind of dress. I think it's called an afternoon dress, but I don't know for sure (I'd like to know). I find this outfit to be ravishingly sexy on a woman. There's something about the lines and the colors, textures that I find so alluring. Part of it, I guess, is the combination of the conservative, serious minded dress along with shoes and stockings that are utterly wanton in their sex appeal. During the late 1980s and early '90s I was fortunate to see this kind of outfit on several occasions, sometimes with a blouse and skirt or trousers instead of a dress. I don't think I saw any women wearing heels less than 3 inches, but more often higher than that. However, later on women's fashion changed dramatically, and for the worse I say. The shoes became more ugly. Nowadays, I have to suffer with trends that I think don't look good at all. Once in a blue moon I'd catch a brief glimpse of the kind of outfits I like.

When I entered college I had a slew of satisfying sightings for my viewing pleasure. I didn't enter college until 1996. It was a vocational school that borrowed a few teachers and case managers from a nearby community college. Yeah I know, it's nothing spectacular, but us "po folks" gotta get what we can. Two of the students there wore spike heels frequently, and even one of my classmates wore a nice looking floral dress once. I remember I had to take a two day orientation and testing session at the school to decide whether or not I could join. One time I was going on walkabout through the building. I was passing the Main Office(?) onto the Computer Programming Training Program classroom when around the corner walked a secretary on her way to her desk. She was a blond, with a lace bow or scrunchie in her hair. She had on a red jumper/halter dress/whatever -it's-called with a hemline a few inches above the knee, white nylons and a pair of red spike heels, tall and sexy. I promptly did an about face and marched my butt over to the couch against that all that faced the side of her desk and sat down. Well, I had to wait for my case manager to finish her paperwork before I could do any of the testing, so I might as well do a little sightseeing, right? I sat on the couch for what must've been an hour, watching the secretary file papers, make photocopies or whatever. I recall a female student sitting next to me chatting it up with the secretary. "Look at those heels!" she said. "Those are really high," and "Do you wear them a lot?" For some reason, I didn't catch much of the reply. Throughout my time at the school I was fortunate to notice that she would put that outfit on rotation, so I'd get the see it about two or three times more before graduation.

My classes included various accelerated computer programming, administration and engineering courses that included training with databases and networks. I have a lot to say about that, too, as it's quite a quirky adventure in and of itself, but I'll stay on topic for now. Later on in the year, the school had purchased 12 new Compaq computers for the CPTP course, of which half turned out to be defective and thus useless. I remember Mr. Coz (another name change) and I were installing Windows NT Server v4.0 on one of them while the rest of the students were busy working on their projects. We were flummoxed by some installation troubles, but eventually were triumphant. While the OS was installing, I was doing my happy dance across the room and out the door to take a drink of water at the fountain. I supposed you can guess what happened next. She was with a group of people, looking important in their fancy suits. Guess they were potential benefactors to the school or something, but at that moment I did not care. She was a brunette, her hair was short and I think she wore eyeglasses. She had on a blue blouse, a loose white pleated skirt that fell a little above the knee, opaque white pantyhose and super duper high spike heels that matched the color of her blouse. I prefer black, red, dark grey or navy colored shoes but considering the dearth of classic court pumps, I'll accept it. There were security guard stations throughout key points in the building. One was a near the CPTP classroom. The guard also took notice, and teased me mercilessly after the group was out of earshot. :-)

Well, there's probably more I'd like to say but it's ridiculously late and I have to go to bed.

[dr1819]

Quite a captivating story!

[Lopar]

Thanks! I forgot to include something, but my tired brain failed to remember. I forgot to ask everyone what their favorite sightings were.

[Firefox]

Thanks for your contributions which are being moved to the "for everyone" forum.

[asdf174]

Thats a good, long short story.