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I’ve recently started taking an evening course at my local college in French language, and there is one splendid young lady on the course named Natalie who is around 19 years old. Natalie is about 5 feet 8, perfect build, slim yet curvy in the right places. She had brown curly hair and the most stunning dark eyes imaginable. Get her to speak French properly with that sexy accent of theirs and she is quite something!

Last Tuesday was quite a breezy day, not especially warm, more of an autumnal day really. Natalie came to college in a mid-thigh length grey pleated skirt, which she wore with a black top and black tights. Whilst I watched her walk across the forecourt area towards the entrance, I noticed a small ladder on the back of her calf. She always seems to dress well, so a ladder on her tights looked rather out of place on her.

She didn’t carry a handbag, but instead had two large folders in her hands, needed for the lesson. On realising it was rather breezy, she transferred both folders under her right arm and just about managed to cling on to them, whilst securing the hem of her skirt with her left hand as the breeze gusted along.

Natalie was sat opposite me during the lesson, and she noticed the ladder in her tights as she sat down. At first she tried to pull the material about a bit to lessen the damage. This didn’t work, and as the lecturer started speaking she continued to struggle and fiddle about with the tights and by the time we broke for a toilet break after an hour the hole had grown all the way from her ankle to her knee and there were threads of material hanging off.

Somewhat inevitably, Natalie returned from the ladies’ toilets with bare legs and sat through the second hour of the class in relative comfort, with her curvy, tanned legs now on display. The hour couldn’t go quickly enough for me, I knew she’d have to cross the forecourt again and with bare legs instead of dark tights, the possibilities grew.

Somewhat forgetfully at the end of the lecture, she walked down the stairs holding the folders in both hands. Sensing an opportunity, I came down behind her, and will forever be indebted to the fellow classmate who, like a true gent, held the door open for her. There was to be no teasing with this one, the hem of her skirt didn’t even flutter as she stepped outside into the fresh air. The back just flipped up vertically, completely exposing two bare cheeks and a black lacy thong!

Natalie was oblivious for a couple of seconds before suddenly realising what was happening – at which point she dropped her folders. Bits of paper flew everywhere, and I, along with several others took pity on her and gathered them all up. She was smiling when I gave her the two bits I’d grabbed and I heard her say “Thanks guys, think the wind blew the folders out of my hand” Er……..yes!