I get to your house and ring the doorbell. You greet me in a lovely blue dress that does little to cover those beautiful legs that flow from your hips to the floor. "Come on in." you say warmly with a big, sexy smile. "Sit down for a minute, if you have time." I sit in a chair in the living room, watching as you pour yourself onto the couch across from me, crossing your legs in a breathtaking way. When you have crossed them, your hand falls to your lap which results in your hem being raised a good four or five inches.
You begin to talk to me and as you speak your hands begin caressing those curvy legs which are mesmerizing me as you talk. I am nearly in a trance. "You really do like my legs, don't you?" you say with a smile, awaking me from my reverie. A bit embarrassed to be caught staring so intently, I laugh a nervous, little laugh and reply, “you know I do. I've never seen anyone with more beautiful legs than you have. They excite me like you won't believe." "Come here," you say, patting the couch beside you.
I walk across the room, feeling my cock growing hard inside my pants. Much more, and it would be obvious how excited your legs make me. I sit next to you on the couch and feel you take my hand in your's to place in on your thigh a good six inches above your 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 is now straining at the front of my pants. I've never been harder or hotter in my life. "Oh, God, I've dreamed of touching them more times than I can tell you since seeing your pics on the web. They feel wonderful!" I say breathlessly. You remove your hand from mine and taking the hem of your dress in your hands begin to slide it upward until you have raised it nearly to your waist. "Touch them all you like. Touch them anyway you like," you say, your own breathing now affected by the passion you are feeling as well.
I slide my hand up your thigh, all the way to your panties, caressing the stockings and then your soft skin above the stockings, sliding my hand over the sides to touch every inch of them. You watch my hands at first, but soon slide down on the couch to lie your head back against the back and uncross your legs, letting them fall open slightly. The blue dress has now ridden up to your waist, exposing your white bikini panties, as well as every inch of the stockings and legs that have been the object of my desire since seeing your pics.