Colin was praying for another gentle gust from the fitful noon-time breeze. Preferably soon. He was sitting on a low rock wall eating his lunch from a paper plate, and twenty feet directly in front of him, at eye level, was the world's most beautiful set of calves.
They belonged to a stunning woman, for the moment preoccupied with her own food, and she was swinging them gently back and forth, pulse-rate. He had chosen this seat with care, and in the five minutes he'd been there, little puffs of wind had given him cock-hardening glimpses of the upper surfaces of her thighs. Back to high-school voyeurism.
He'd noticed her in the crowd milling about the coffee, before starting his all-morning lecture -- mid-height, corn-silk blond with long hair pulled into a bun, a classic high-cheekboned Nordic face but with a slightly Grecian profile. Bolt upright yet lithe. Indefinite age, probably between twenty-five and thirty two, outside limits. Beautiful figure, stunning skin, piercing blue eyes set off perfectly by a soft-flowing plain blue silk dress that ended just above her knees, utterly without any bumps suggestive of underwear. The cloth lay on her body like a coat of paint, wherever gravity and curves conspired. It didn't cling at all, but flowed nonstop as she moved.
Even from far across the room her calves stood out in the crowd, especially against the blue -- no hose, just the most gorgeous skin texture and color he had ever seen. They almost literally glowed from within. She was "Mary", from the local university -- he got those data from a quick glance at her name tag as they chatted briefly amidst the coffeepot melee, made good eye contact, mutual magnetism clear but fully suppressed. She had asked the one good question from the audience during his presentation, in a strong voice, pleasant, a hint of non-native English accent in it but not something he could readily identify.
His wish was answered -- today the Gods were on his side. Another gust lifted the hem of her dress several inches and his cock brittled. How was he going to return to the lectern? The hem settled. Then she shifted her weight, slowly and gently raised her right leg, crossed her knees. He almost gulped as the drape of cloth let him see first inner thighs, then the long smooth underside of the upper leg.
And then she abruptly raised her eyes to catch his. It was utterly unexpected, and she nailed him squarely. A tiny fractional smile played around her lips. Caught, like a little boy with his hand in the cookie jar! Damn. He was trying so hard to be discreet, too. He felt his face and chest burning with a brilliant flush of embarrassment.
She grinned at him across the little gulf, crooked a finger at him and said quietly "You blush beautifully! That's very nice. Come on over here, Doctor! We shouldn't be alone in such a crowd."
He stood and moved towards her as if pulled by a string. She uncrossed her legs as he walked, but the angle was wrong and he didn't dare lose her gaze. Teasing? She looked up at him, the tip of her tongue caught momentarily between perfectly white teeth, then asked "So. Are you enjoying the view, Doctor?" He flushed again, and she giggled. "Yes, indeed! You have a truly wonderful blush!"
Colin tried for a gambit, failed, decided this was a very unusual sort of person before him, and finally asked "Permission to speak freely?"
She nodded.
"Very well... I'm enjoying the view immensely. You, Madam, have the most incredibly beautiful calves. Probably the best combination of color and texture of skin, and muscle tone, that I've ever seen. In my life. And I am a student of such things, believe me. They are incredibly erotic. Gorgeous." Then, reddening again, he finished. "I didn't mean to be rude, you know, with my staring. Sorry if I embarrassed you in any way."
She shrugged, reached out and patted his hand. Her fingertips slid down slowly between his own, excruciatingly sensual, before drifting away. She said "No offense meant or taken. I'm flattered! Thank you for the compliment." Then, a moment later, "So, Doctor, you insisted at the start of your lecture that the only stupid question was the one left unanswered. Does that apply off-stage as well?"
He nodded, wondering.
