She was wearing the same gray skirt she'd worn that first Monday morning, but it definitely looked like it was shorter. Instead of bare legs she wore sheer black thigh-high stockings, held up with bright red garters. The garters were tough to see while she was standing up, but when she sat next to me the skirt rode up nicely, showing the garters and a few inches of bare thigh. It took a physical effort to tear my eyes away, only to see the same white blouse, which if anything looked tighter, plus I could swear she had another button undone. At least I didn't need the coffee anymore; seeing Jenny in her outfits every morning was like getting a big shot of adrenaline and testosterone first thing. At least they could go home and jerk off at the end of the day.
One day, when I was getting close to being a teenager, I had to return some books to the library in the middle of the city. It was pouring down with rain as I waited at the tram stop wearing my short trousers under my school raincoat as most young boys did then on all but the coldest winter days. When the tram came I got on and the windows were all steamed up but I found a seat and wiped my hand over it. As I wiped a lady sat down in the seat beside me and I felt something flop over my bare thigh. Looking down I saw that she was wearing a silky-satiny rain cape with a hood which was not uncommon at the time. She smiled but never said a word as she turned back the hem of her cape to reveal a rubber lining.
Fri Jan 16, 2: Sat Mar 15, Zoey is wearing a tight, bright orange leotard. She starts to stretch, bending over deeply and slowly, perking up her ass and pussy through her leotard. She gets on the ground and spreads her legs wide as the grip of her leotard in between her legs rests on the carpet.
Mon Mar 16, She plans to take her down with the only way she knows how: She calls to Miles, who knocks Powergirl from behind. Miles tickles her bare feet as she squirms.