"Well," she continued, "why don't you take my panties off?"
I began to reach for the waistband of her bikini panties, when she slapped my hand hard!
"Not like that! I don't want to have to tie your hands behind your back Charles! Use your imagination!"
I paused, momentarily bemused, and then I realised with astonishment what she had in mind.
"Let me help you," she offered, moving slightly up the bed, and opening her legs.
"I think that will do nicely, don't you?"
I sat up, and suggested that she lie on the bed on her back again. As she did so, I moved down the bed, ending up face downwards, with my knees between her feet with my feet hanging over the end of the bed. I gingerly lowered my head till my face lay snugly between her narrowly parted thighs. I inched forward, passing my nose and lips over the thin cotton fabric of the front panel of her panties. Once again she slapped me, this time on the back of the head.
"Not there, not the waistband! Think man, think! No hands, and from the bottom!"
She opened her legs wider. There could no longer be any doubt what I was intended to do. Just to make sure I couldn't get it wrong again, she pushed me backwards, pressing the back of my head sharply down so that my face became firmly lodged between her gorgeous thighs. She slowly raised her hips to reduce the weight of her body on the bed, and brought her legs together round my face. "And absolutely no biting, you hear!" she said, half serious, half laughing.
I had a bizarre image in my mind of Duck-Apple day, trying to get a bobbing apple out of a bowl without using one's hands, which made me loose concentration momentarily. How would I position my mouth to make sure I got a good grip of her tiny panties with my teeth? Should I approach vertically or horizontally? Should I maintain my current orientation or turn my face sideways to get my teeth either side of that thinnest of thin cotton bands?
I decided to stay as I was, and gather the material in my mouth. There was a risk of nipping her between her legs, but I decided that the risk was worth it just for the experience. I pushed my face up between her legs, until my lips made contact with her panties. My nose pressed against her covered clitoris, and I caught the faint smell of talcum powder and salt. I took the material gently in my teeth, and pulled gently to make sure I had not caught her skin. Her panties began to slide off her hips, and I continued to pull back. The skimpy garment began to ride slowly down her smooth bare legs as I retreated gradually down the bed. She lowered her hips, and raised her knees to avoid my having to go right down to the end of the bed.
I felt her warm smooth legs against my face as her panties moved slowly down over her knees.
"That's very good, Charles," she said, "keep going, I want you to take them right off, then we can decide what to do about you!"
I pulled her panties over her knees and down to her feet, a bit like a dog with a bone, and let them drop to the floor. I retained the taste of her slightly scented underwear in my mouth, and thought longingly about what might be in store for me next, both in terms of the removal of my own underwear, and of further tasting experiences. I returned to the upper end of the bed, lying next to Louise, and running my hands along the full length of those lovely bare legs.
"Let me take yours off for you, sweetheart," she suggested. I did not demur. Louise repeated precisely the manoeuvre which I had executed so tentatively a few moments before. She did not, however, enforce her own "no hands" rule. Neither was she quite as careful as I had been about the use of her teeth. As her nose brushed against my scrotum, she slid her hand inside the waistband of my pants, locating my aroused penis with her agile fingers. Her teeth pulled roughly at my pants, pulling both hair and skin with the material, causing me to yelp with pain.
"Oh don't be such a wimp!" she cried, releasing her grip as she did so. She withdrew her hand from inside my underpants and pulled them roughly down my legs and flung them beside her own panties at the end of the bed.
She crawled up the bed towards me, and, with incredible agility, stood straight upright, standing on the bed with her feet either side of my head.
"Now what?" she asked, sounding very definitely as if it would be she who answered her own rhetorical question.
"I think I'll sit down on your chest, and make myself comfortable!" she teased, lowering herself slowly so that she ended up sitting on my rib cage.
My eyes had not been able to pull themselves away from the spectacular sights with which they were being presented. All the time, I had an utterly unimpeded view of her incomparable legs which, all the time, had been positioned so as to allow me to see exactly what lay between them - and what a glorious sight that was! As she shifted her weight from her feet to her bottom, which was in turn placed firmly on my lower rib cage, she closed her legs around my face, shifting her position so as to put her vagina as close to my lips as possible.
"Why don't you find out what I taste like!" she said very seductively.
She opened her legs very wide. My tongue found its target quickly, and I licked greedily, tasting her slightly salty sex juices.
She reached down behind her with her long arms, and took hold of my bulging penis. My mind was racing. All my sensory input channels were suddenly crowded, all the sliders simultaneously pushed to maximum. My cheeks were flushed by the thrilling contact with the warm enveloping texture of her bare legs; my lips and tongue gorged on her yielding cunt; my hands roamed freely up and down her lovely smooth bare legs; my penis throbbed in the grip of her skilful fingers. She was, for the moment anyway, truly mine to enjoy!
I played the tip of my tongue across her small but now erect clitoris, which caused her involuntarily to close her legs, and to tighten the grip of those wonderful smooth legs around my face. She began to stiffen her body, extending her legs fully, and shuddering towards a massive orgasm. She shrieked as her body became enveloped by its sudden overpowering climax. As she passed the point of no return, she opened her legs wide again, pulling the back of my head forward, squashing my face hard against her warm vagina. She came with a violent paroxysm of her whole body.
"Oh god!" she panted, "That was bloody fantastic Charles!" she rasped, "You certainly know what to do with your tongue in there between my legs, don't you?"
As she subsided, she pressed my face gently with her legs, first closing then opening them. She was clearly intent on my getting the full benefit of direct contact with her beautiful bare legs.
"Do you want to come yourself?" she asked, in a surprisingly gentle but matter-of-fact tone.
"You bet I bloody do, Louise!" I replied as she resumed her hand movements, gripping my still enlarged penis firmly. She pulled me towards her and sat up, bringing her mouth towards the cum-covered tip of my penis.
"Where would you like to put your sperm?" she asked as she ran her tongue across its head. "On my legs perhaps?" she suggested. I had never considered this possibility. What did she mean exactly? I was nearly at the point where the question would become academic.
"Come on, Charles! Would you like to cover these smooth bare legs of mine with your hot sperm? Spread it all over my smooth brown skin? I think I'd really like the sensation of your warm sticky cum covering my bare legs! What do you think?"
To a man on the edge of a massive climax, and new to the fascinating world of legs slavery, this sounded like a wonderful idea. I moved slightly down the bed, climbing over her to straddle her waiting legs. She rubbed my penis against the smooth skin on the insides of the top of her legs, which she closed around it. I pumped in and out, feeling the warm smooth skin of her firm muscular legs around my throbbing shaft. Her hand was pushing my cock hard against her bare legs as I shot my load of creamy sperm all over them. It was a huge ejaculation, and I thought the stream of hot white cum would never stop pumping itself all over her lovely brown legs. When it subsided, she rubbed the creamy fluid into her skin, spreading it over a wide area.
"You have to clean me up now, Charles," she said insistently, "I can't be doing with sticky legs now, can I?"
I looked at her lovely tan legs, now covered with my creamy sperm, which looked not unlike wallpaper paste. Louise had spread the results of my considerable ejaculation smoothly and evenly all over the soft smooth brown skin on the inside of the tops of both her legs. The contrast between the colour of her legs and that of the sperm which now covered much of the inside of her upper legs was visually very striking. I looked around for some tissues or something to clean her legs up, but she slapped my hand in mock rebuke.
"Lick it off!" she commanded forcefully. I had never tasted my own semen before, but the idea of licking it off those beautiful smooth bare legs filled me with excitement. She opened her legs wide to accommodate the execution of my assigned task, and I positioned myself between her legs, my head pressing against her pubis. I began to lick the smooth skin on the insides of her legs, which had the effect of spreading my copious sperm more thinly over a much wider area. The more I licked, the more it spread, until I was licking her legs virtually from her knees to her crotch.
