This was way back in the early 1980's, but I can rememeber it clear as day. My 2nd grade teacher was a gorgeous, curvy brunette, who would always wear loose-fitting, knee-length dresses with pantyhose and short heels. I had a huge crush on her, of course. Every day she would sit, legs crossed, in a chair at the front of the classroom and have all of us kids sit around her on the floor, and she would read a book to us. One day I happened to be sitting in just the perfect spot so that I could see right up her dress, all the way up to her plump, nylon-covered butt and thighs. I just couldn't help rubbing my elbow into my crotch as I sat there, Indian style, hoping nobody would notice what I was doing - just staring up her dress with my chin on my hands, rub rub rubbing away, until I actually climaxed. Fortunately I was only seven or eight, so there was no mess made, but it felt amazing, and I'll never forget it. It was probably the start of my super intense legs fetish, actually. Or maybe that was Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman....