Archive-name: MrWade/mrwade45.txt
Archive-author: Master Wade
Archive-title: MRWADE= Legs, Legs, Legs!
I'm proud to say that Monica is the most accomplished leg slut I
know. I'm proud of that because she's my wife-slave-slut, but also
because I taught her most of the techniques that she now uses so
wonderfully to tease men and women and make their cocks rock hard and
their pussies drip with juice.
If you've read any of my stories, I'm sure you're aware that I
love long nipples and nice tight asses. But nothing quite gets me
going like a pretty pair of legs and a woman who knows how to use
them. Using them correctly isn't as easy as one might think. I know
lots of women with nice legs, but many of them have alot to learn
about how to really use what they have.
One girl I knew who taught me most of what I know about how women
can use their legs to their advantage was a gal named Cindy that I
grew up with. She was cute as a button when she was a young girl, and
that cuteness later matured into great beauty as she got older. She
was a lovely woman inside and out, but it was the way she used her
legs through the years that is the focus of this story.
Believe it or not, it was in Sunday School that I first began to
be enchanted by Cindy's legs. We were in a class together when she
was fourteen and I was twelve. She'd begun to wear stockings by that
age and in those days most mother's made their daughter's wear dresses
to church every Sunday. This was in the pre-pantyhose days when the
"good" girls wore girdles whether they needed them or not, simply to
avoid having to wear the sexier garter belts. Nothing was much more
frustrating than trying to make it with a girl who didn't want to give
up her girdle, let me tell you. I spent far too many nights rubbing
hot pussies through the stiff covering of a long legged girdle to suit
me.
Cindy was a good girl too. But luckily for me her mother wasn't
about to make her wear a girdle. Let's face it, the girl was tall
and slim, and it just didn't make sense to make her wear some old
girdle. It would be another 20 years or more before she'd have any
need for anything like that.
Maybe it came naturally to her, I dont' know, but Cindy moved her
legs in ways that other women never even dreamed of moving them. They
were long and extremely shapely, and to watch her cross them was a
thing of beauty, even when she was fourteen. She would move them so
fluidly and if you listened hard you could hear the swish of the nylon
as the upper leg moved slowly and sensuously against the lower one.
She would cross them, and then turning her foot to the side and
tucking it over to the left, she would place her other foot behind
that one, crossing her ankles as well as her knees. Invariably when
she did that her dress would stand out a bit at the sides, and sitting
across the room from her I could almost always steal a glimpse of her
garters and the tops of her stockings.
The thing about Cindy was that she knew I was watching her and
she knew I was seeing up her dress and she knew I was loving her
beautiful legs, and she would just simply smile and continue her
show. I wish I had a dime for every time I masturbated thinking about
her legs and the sexy show's she put on for me on Sunday mornings.
By the time I got to high school, Cindy was going steady with
another guy. We were always friends, but in those days going steady
was the rule and if you weren't the first guy to get hooked up with
someone you were just out of luck. Still, there was never any secrets
between Cindy and I about my desire for her, or for her interest in
keeping that desire strong. I'd walk by her in the congested
corridors of the school and let the back of my hand brush against her
thigh so that I could feel her garter through her dress. She would
simply pause, letting me feel as long as I dared and then smile and
walk on, helping me cover up our little teasing routine by dropping
her books to cover my hand as I touched her.
We lost touch after her graduation from high school as she went
to college. I'd see her occasionally at church when she would come
home to see her parents, and if I was lucky I'd get another leg show
from time to time. But those opportunities became more and more
scarce as I went to college myself.
It was after my graduation from college and my return to my
father's grocery business that I was once again able to see Cindy from
time to time. She had married her high school sweetheart by this
time, and I had married mine as well. But she shopped for her
groceries in our store, and I made sure that I always was the one who
carried her groceries to the car for her. I wasn't about to miss a
chance to see her swing those long legs into the car.
The view got even better with the advent of the mini-skirt and
the invention of pantyhose. No one has ever looked better in a mini-
skirt than Cindy did. She was twenty five years old at the time and
in the prime of her life as far as her body was concerned. Her legs
had never looked better, nor had the rest of her body. When she came
in the store with a mini-skirt on she was the focus of attention of
every man in the store.
We continued to play our little teasing game, of course, and when
I would take her groceries out I'd always be sure to put them in the
back seat on the driver's side so I could hold the door for her and
watch her get in. I made no secret of my admiration for her legs,
commenting to her on how beautiful they were and how much I loved her
in the short skirts that were the rage of the day. She ate it all up,
and was always very free in the way she swung her legs and let her
skirt ride even further up when she got in the car.
I eventually grew bolder and bolder with Cindy as our flirtation
continued, and before long I was sliding her dress up with my hand
even further after she had entered the car, so that I could see even
more leg. She always scolded me and pulled it back down, but not once
did she ever try to stop me until I had slid it up as high as I dared
and had a good look at her.
She had a small child, a daughter, and before long was expecting
her second child. It was difficult for her to handle getting out as
often as she liked with the first child so little, and of course I was
eager to help her in any way I could. One day she called and asked if
I would mind bringing her a box of pampers on my way home to lunch. I
didn't mind at all, of course, and I eagerly awaited the arrival of my
lunch hour that day.
When I got to her house and rang the doorbell, she greeted me in
lovely blue dress that did little to cover the long and beautiful legs
that flowed from her hips to the floor.
"Oh, thanks!", she said warmly with a big sexy smile. "Come on
in...you don't know how much I appreciate your bringing these by for
me. I've just now gotten the little one asleep. Sit down for a
minute, if you have time."
I sat in a chair in the living room, watching as she poured
herself onto the couch across from me, crossing her legs in that
wonderfully familiar way. When she had crossed them her hand fell to
her lap which unobtrusively resulted in her hem being raised a good
four or five inches more.
She began to talk to me about the trials of motherhood, and as
she spoke her hands began caressing those long legs which were
mezmerizing me as she talked. I was nearly in a trance.
"You really do like my legs, don't you?", she said with a smile,
awaking me from my reverie.
A bit embarassed to be caught staring so intently, I laughed a
nervous little laugh and replied, "You know I do. I've never seen
anyone with more beautiful legs than you have. They've excited me for
at least ten years now."
"Come here", she said, patting the couch beside her.
I walked across the room, feeling my cock growing hard inside my
pants. Much more and it would be obvious how excited her legs made
me. I sat next to her on the couch and felt Cindy take my hand in
hers and place in on her thigh, a good six inches above her knee.
"I'm glad you like my legs so much. I love for men to admire
them, and I love to show them off. Do you like the way they feel?"
My cock was now straining at the front of my pants. I'd never
been harder or hotter in my life. "Oh, Gawd, Cindy. I've dreamed of
touching them, more times than I can tell you. They feel wonderful!",
I said, breathlessly.
Cindy removed her hand from mine and taking the hem of her dress
in her hands began to slide it upward until she had raised it nearly
to her waist.
"Touch them all you like. Touch them anyway you like", she said,
her own breathing now affected by the passion she was feeling as
well.
I slid my hand up her thigh, all the way to her panties,
caressing her soft skin and sliding my hand over the sides to touch
every inch of them. She watched my hands at first, but soon slid down
on the couch to lay her head back against the back of the couch and
uncrossed her legs, letting them fall open slightly. The blue dress
had now ridden up to her waist, exposing her white bikini panties as
well as every inch of the legs that had been the object of my desire
nearly half my life.
Sliding off the couch and kneeling in front of her, I began
kissing her legs just above the knees as my hands continued to adore
them. She let them fall even further open, until her pantied crotch
was now fully exposed to me. As I kissed her opened thighs I looked
at her panties and watched as they grew stained from the leaking juice
that was now pouring from her cunt. What was at first a small circle
had widened until the damp stain now ran completely across the crotch
of her panties. My nostrils were filled with the smell of my favorite
fantasy girl's sex.
The closer I got to her crotch with my kisses the wider she
opened her legs, until finally I began to lick at her cunt through the
wet panties that tried so valiantly to hold in her juice. Her hips
jerked as my tongue licked across the silky fabric, stroking her hard
clit that pushed against it from the other side.
Cindy reached down with one hand and pulled the panties to one
side, exposing her now dripping wet fuck hole to my eager mouth and
tongue. Her left leg now rose and she placed it on my shoulders, her
right leg following suit as she pressed her pussy hard against my
mouth. Her hands now moved to my head and she moaned sexily as she
ground her hot pussy against my mouth.
I was in heaven. I loved the feel of her silky long legs
gripping my head, and the smell and taste of her wonderful fuck juice
as it poured out into my mouth. I could have eaten her for hours and
never have grown tired. But in a very short time her orgasm overtook
her, and she began coming against my face, hunching her hips at me and
tightening and releasing those precious legs against the side of my
head as she came.
When her legs had fallen away from my shoulders I nervously
looked at my watch. I had to go...I was going to be too late getting
home for lunch, if I didn't hurry. "I have to get...that was
marvelous, Cindy. I don't know how I can thank you enough for what
just happened."
"Don't go. Not yet", she said, reaching out for me as I rose
from my kneeling position in front of her. Keeping her legs open wide
and her dress pulled all the way to her waist, Cindy began unzipping
my pants and fishing my still rock hard cock out of its prison.
Leaning forward she took it into her mouth and began to feed more and
more of it into her. Before I knew what was happening she was fucking
her mouth back and forth on it, giving me the best blow job I had ever
had.
As I looked down at her sucking my cock her beautiful long legs
were splayed to either side of her head, framing the action of her
lips on my dick. I placed my hands on her head, running my fingers
through her hair and pumping my cum-filled dick into her mouth as she
eagerly continued to suck on it.
In no time at all I could stand it no longer, and the hot fuck
inside me erupted into her mouth in huge gobs. She lovingly swallowed
it and when she had milked me dryl, licked her tongue around her lips,
eager to get every little drop of my cum.
She lay back on the couch, leaving me to put my now limp dick
back into my pants and ran her hands along the insides of her soft
thighs as she smiled at me.
"You can do that again, you know. Anytime you want. My legs are
yours, to kiss or touch or see any time and any way you like. You can
pull my dress up and see them whenever you like, and any time you want
to come by here and kiss them, just call and let me know. Thanks for
bringing the pampers. I have an idea I'm going to be needing alot of
them from now on", she said, smiling.
She did need alot of pampers in the days to come. And I did take
advantage of her offer. Every time was as special as the first. To
this day when I think of legs, I think of Cindy and the way she used
hers to drive me crazy all those years.
It gave me great pleasure to teach Monica many of the techniques
that Cindy taught me, and when I watch her cross and uncross them, and
pull her dress up just the right amount to make mouth's water all over
the room, I breathe a little thank you to the girl of my youth.
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