The days and weeks after that Christmas incident with Lisa's mom, Anna, had been long and dreadful. Lisa and I were not getting along all that well. She was very moody and we were fighting quite often. We hadn't had sex in weeks, so I had to take matters into my own hands, as usual. Of course, I was thinking about what had happened with her mom Anna, I couldn't get her out of my head. A sudden rush of excitement came over me on a Wednesday end of January, when Lisa told me her parents invited us for lunch on Sunday. I was excited, and did my best to hide it from Lisa.
Sunday came, and I couldn't wait to see what Anna would be wearing. When she opened the door, I was a bit disappointed at first. Anna wore a pink blouse and pants, specifically white capri pants, that ended above her ankle. I got it, she didn't want to play it all too daring. At least her ass looked great in them. Upon closer inspection however, it looked like she wore nude pantyhose underneath. And when she saw that I noticed, she gave me a wink.
At lunch, they were talking about the upcoming wedding of Lisa's cousin, who would be coming, and how they were all looking forward, and all that. I didn't talk much. In fact, Lisa didn't even try to include me in their conversation. It was obvious that we were not getting along well. Anna noticed, she was the one trying to include me. At one point, she said to me:
"We definitely have to dance! I haven't danced in such a long time, it's gonna be so much fun."
"Oh yeah, we will hit the dance floor for sure."
That's when I felt something under the table, something on my leg. At first I thought it was accidental, but I felt it again, and again. Anna looked at me smiling, it was her. She was blatantly rubbing her foot against my lower leg. Right there under the table, while sitting next to her husband. Obviously, nobody noticed, and so she kept doing it, and smiled whenever our eyes met. She was shamelessly playing with me, and enjoying it. I got nervous, and quite aroused, even started sweating. She managed to push up the bottom of my pants to let her nylon clad foot rub on my bare skin. My cock started growing. How I would have loved to touch those feet, or at least have a look. But, of course, I couldn't. I was afraid Lisa might notice. Then she pulled back.
We left soon after lunch, so nothing more happened. As we said our goodbyes, Anna just emphasized how much she was looking forward to the wedding and us coming. Well, me too. But I needed to contain myself, it was still more than a month to go until March. And so, although the relationship with Lisa was on the brink of collapse, I did my best to keep it going. Some long weeks followed, with Anna on my mind.
Fast forward to March. The date was actually a bit unusual for a wedding, around here people usually get married in summer. However, Lisa's cousin planned it on the day she first met her fiance, and that was March. Luckily, it was a sunny day and not too cold. That also meant that I could hope for lots of legs in pantyhose. As I had expected, Lisa did not play along, and wore a pant suit. A fucking pant suit! I didn't like her outfit, but at least her ass looked nice in it, plus she finally wore some decent high heels. Of course, I was dying to know what her mom would be wearing. I was about to find out when we arrived at the venue and walked down to the yard where the wedding reception was taking place.
Lisa was pissed because we were late. At least there was a decent amount of nylon clad legs. Most women wore a dress along with high heels and some sort of pantyhose. Even Lisa's sister did, she wore navy colored opaque tights with flat shoes. Not my favorite, but at least something. I grabbed a drink and let my eyes wander around until I spotted Anna. She was having a conversation with some relatives. My god, what a sight she was. Hair and make up was beautifully done, she was easily the most attractive woman there. Her elegant light blue dress was a stunner, she paired it with nude colored high heels and nude pantyhose. She looked incredible. She met my gaze from a distance and smiled in my direction as she continued talking. Later, Lisa and me went over to say Hi.
"I'm so glad you came," she said as she hugged me. Her familiar scent brought my mind back to those Christmas holidays.
"Of course, my pleasure, you all look so lovely, if I may say," I said as I checked her out. I had to be careful, Lisa was right next to me, and so was her father. Still, Anna noticed.
"We definitely have to dance later," Anna told me, smiling.
The whole afternoon my eyes were glued on Anna whenever possible. More than once, she caught me staring, but always smiled back. After a couple glasses of champagne, she became more playful. She went from table to table to talk to lots of people, but always made sure I had a good view of her legs from where I was sitting. This time she went for nude pantyhose with a light shimmer, just enough to glisten as they reflected the sunlight, giving them a silky and elegant look. With her legs crossed she started dipping her foot out of her heel, flashing me her pantyhose clad toes. On one occasion, it looked like she was talking to another woman about her pantyhose, as they both ran their hands over Anna's lower leg, as if to examine their nice quality. She made it all seem totally casual, but knew exactly what she was doing to me, and kept glancing in my direction. It surely did have the desired effect.
After dinner, everyone got a bit more relaxed. People were talking and laughing louder. I was mostly stuck in boring conversations with some of Lisa's relatives, mostly guys talking about work, I don't even remember who it was. Lisa's mood had improved actually, and eventually, she dragged me to the dance floor. She enjoyed it very much and loved to dance with me and all her family. It was nice to see her that way, and watching her with her high heels and tight pants was lovely for a change.
When they played some old jams, Anna dragged her husband Eric to the dance floor. She started dancing so joyfully, sang along, and just loved it. Eric on the other hand made it obvious that he didn't like it. He didn't even try to keep up, and, seemed quite drunk already, so he went back to his table after two songs. What the fuck man, you got the sexiest wife on that wedding, and you behave like that? Needless to say, I was eager to fill that void he created, so I moved over to her.
"Finally a man who wants to dance!"
"Who wouldn't want to dance with you?"
"Well, some prefer to get drunk instead."
"You need a man who lasts longer than that."
That made her laugh. "Oh yes, I very much do," she responded.
We kept dancing for a while, just some innocent fun, until a song came up that Anna didn't like, so I quickly chipped in.
"Hey come on, let's go get a drink."
The party crowd kept dancing, nobody even noticed as the two of us left the dance floor. Not even Anna's husband, as drunk and heavily involved in some conversation as he was. Anna grabbed me by the hand and led me to a more quiet bar outside the main room. A handful of people were there, chatting and drinking. Anna quickly passed them to avoid any chit chat. We went to the back end of the bar where she ordered two drinks for us. I remained standing, leaning against the bar, while she sat herself on a bar stool and crossed her legs. Of course, I couldn't help but look, this time though, I made no effort to hide it. She answered with a smile.
"So I hope you enjoyed yourself a bit today?"
"Yes sure, lovely wedding and lovely people."
"You had a lot to look at."
"Well I quickly found myself a favorite."
She gave me a sexy smile.
"Did you like Lisa's outfit today?"
"Well, at least she wears some nice heels, but all in all, no."
"I tried my best, I told her to put on a nice dress, but she refused."
"She should follow her mom's example," I told her.
