The following story contains descriptions of sex and violence. If you are offended by this or if you are under the legal age of consent in your country do not read on.

This is based on a real person and true events. The surname has been changed to avoid giving offense

During my second year at university, it was necessary that I found a place to lodge. This was because space in the halls of residence were limited. The university maintained a register of homes where students were welcomed to stay at reasonable cost. Leaving things a bit, the only addresses that were left were several miles out from the university, but I knew a second hand shop near the campus where I could buy a bicycle. I tried the phone number of a woman called Ms. Jakes and we discussed the arrangements which consisted of bed and breakfast only, leaving me to get my other meals at the university’s refectory. She sounded a warm pleasant woman and she seemed satisfied that I wasn’t some kind of yob, so we agreed that I would stay with her.

That afternoon after lectures, I was able to persuade a friend who had a car to give me a lift with my belongings to the address I had been given. The car had a roof rack to which we attached my bicycle. The house was about 5 miles from the campus, the last mile being a very steep hill. “You’ll never cycle up there”, my friend told me, I had to agree.

Ms. Jakes met us at the door, she was single and in her late forties. She was 5’10”, with short wavy blond hair which she wore in a bob which made her face look severe. She had a plain sharp angular face with blue eyes, a long nose, small mouth and a hard jutting chin. Her body was boyish with small breasts and wide hips. She wore a tank top with the sleeves cut away above her shoulders revealing lean firm arms. Over her long legs, she wore grey skin tight leggings made of some rough textured material. My first impression was that she had fat thighs, but as she helped carry my luggage in, I could see that they were hard, firm and thick and shapely in a matter that certainly didn’t suggest fat. As she led me upstairs to my room, I noticed how her calve muscles bulged quite large as she climbed the stairs. I found the sight quite sexy. I thought no more about this as I unpacked my things and settled in.

Over the next few days, I noticed that she always wore tank tops or T- shirts, skin tight leggings and high heels. Normally I would not find such a mature and plain looking woman appealing but I found legs which were shapely in a manner I had not seen on a woman before. Her ankles were slender and tapered out to long wide calve muscles which jutted out from the fabric of her leggings. The backs of her legs had sensual curves and I found her tight well formed buttocks incredibly sexy. Her long thighs swept out with sensual curves that strained her leggings. All in all, I thought she had the shapeliest sexiest legs I’d ever seen on a woman, if only she wouldn’t wear those damn leggings!.

I first I dreaded the return journey to the house because of that steep hill. Most cyclists like myself had to get off and push the long laborious climb to the top. On my first slog up that hill, I heard a bicycle bell ring. Turning around, I saw Ms. Jakes cycling past me with hardly any effort at all. I stopped and stood in amazement at the muscles in her thighs and calves bunching and bulging as they powered past me. As she moved out of sight, I realised I had an erection which I quickly tried to cover before anyone noticed. Later that evening as she sat on the sofa in the living room watching T.V., I sat in the adjacent armchair admiring her legs. She caught me staring at her legs “why are looking at my legs like that young man?” she asked. I remarked “I can’t get over the way you cycled up that hill, you must have very strong legs”. She laughed and replied “oh they are strong all right, what with cycling up that hill almost daily for the last 30 years or more”. She seemed to accept my answer and turned back to watch T.V. while I stole furtive glances at her legs wondering what they really looked like under those leggings. From then on, I looked forward to my journey home to watch this amazing woman’s legs pump away as she rode up the steep incline.

I was now addicted, I would look at those legs at every opportunity. I would wish I had x-ray eyes so that I could gaze upon her bare legs without those leggings getting in the way. I began to deliberately follow her as she went upstairs just to watch the way her calves would pump up as she climbed. I spent most my evenings in the living room, instead of my room like most students. I would sit down pretending to read the newspaper or watch the television but taking every opportunity to admire her legs. When she walked around the room, I could see her thighs and calf muscles flexing under her leggings in a manner that I found so erotic that I often had to leave the room to hide my massive erection.