A Growing Obsession
Throughout history, many famous women have been known for their shapely legs. From Rita Hayworth, Ava Gardner, and Betty Grable in the 1940s, to Marilyn Monroe, Brigitte Bardot, and Jayne Mansfield in the 1950s. The 1960s gave us Sofia Loren, Ann-Margaret, and Raquel Welsh, while more recently, we've seen the likes of Tina Turner, Beyoncé, Sharon Stone, and Taylor Swift.
But when it comes to legs, none of the above-mentioned women can even compare to Linda Alana. Who is Linda Alana, you ask? She is, in this young man's humble opinion, the woman with the shapeliest and most curvaceous legs on planet Earth--and my next-door neighbor.
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My family lived in a small bedroom community on the outskirts of the glamour and glitz of Las Vegas in a wonderfully old-fashioned neighborhood where everyone knew everyone else and were all friendly.
Our little cul de sac would even occasionally have organized street parties--where everyone would roll out their barbeques to cook and we'd all sit and eat together on picnic tables set up in the street--The kind of neighborhood where it was never necessary to lock one's house or car doors, and where the first person to notice the beginning of a rainstorm, would kindly meander down the street closing everyone's car windows.
As it was with my family, many of our neighbors had school-age children as well, and many of us rode the school bus every day together. As a young teenager, I was the oldest of all the neighborhood kids. And, with three younger sisters, I was always designated as the family babysitter when my parents went out. I also occasionally babysat for our neighbors from across the street, Mike and Deanna Roth, who had two children. It was kind of a nice way to make a little money as well.
Linda and Richard Alana were the newest family to move into our neighborhood, renting the house next to ours. They were a young couple with a two-year-old daughter named Rosie and a second child on the way. I remember Linda being very pregnant at that time. Her son, Ricky, was born a few short weeks later. I was thirteen years of age at that time.
Despite the difference in their ages, Linda and my mother became close friends, spending many afternoons together in our family kitchen drinking coffee and sharing warm, friendly conversations and neighborhood gossip.
As a younger teen, I paid little attention to Linda, other than acknowledging her as our neighbor and one of my mother's close friends. But, as I grew older and reached puberty, I naturally began to notice girls more and developed a strong attraction to the fairer sex.
It's little wonder then that I began to notice and appreciate Linda in a completely different light. And, as I matured, so too did my physical attraction to her.
She was a very attractive woman, about 5' 7" in height, with shoulder-length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She possessed a radiant smile that transformed her already lovely face into something almost angelic and was always cheerful and friendly to everyone.
As a young, eighteen-year-old, about to graduate from high school, I began to develop a strong attraction to Linda's legs. While I could also certainly admire and appreciate her other shapely feminine qualities, it was primarily her legs that I felt were her most appealing physical attributes.
It would be difficult for any young man not to notice Linda's legs. In summers she always seemed to favor wearing short shorts, while most of the other neighborhood women were more prone to wearing much longer shorts, knee length or lower. I found Linda's choice of shorts especially appealing in that Linda, quite literally, had the loveliest legs I had ever seen.
Her legs were, in a word, perfection. Her toned thighs were delightfully plush and shapely, and her calves were beautifully sculpted. I had never seen a more perfect pair of legs in my life, and I found myself constantly stealing glances at them, especially when she was visiting and sitting at our kitchen table with my mother.
On those occasions, I would often sit in our living room where, by line of sight, I would be able to watch her covertly as she sat conversing with my mother in the kitchen. Every sinuous move she made--crossing and uncrossing her incredible legs--was so sensually provocative and alluring that it became increasingly more difficult to keep from staring at her noticeably.
I can't even begin to tell you how many times I fantasized about her, and her incredibly shapely legs while masturbating. Linda was for me, the ideal of feminine perfection.
My second-story bedroom window looked down onto her back yard and I loved watching her in secret as she puttered around in her vegetable garden below. Every time she bent over, her shorts would inch up to reveal the milky white flesh of her lower buttocks and I would groan with pleasure to be able to see her so intimately.
I had even gone so far as to cut a tiny hole in my bedroom curtain to enable even greater privacy. In those special private moments, I would often remove my clothing and masturbate while watching her through the tiny aperture in the curtain--often attempting to time my orgasm for when she was bending over so revealingly.
While it was one thing to masturbate while fantasizing about her legs, it was a quantum leap in sensuality to do so while physically watching her from my bedroom window and sighing out her name when I reached orgasm.
One day, while she and my mother were having one of their afternoon get-togethers, my mother called me over to the table.
"Your Mom and I were just talking about you," said Linda with her radiant smile. "I know that you look after your sisters when your Mom and Dad go out... and I hear you also sometimes babysit for the Roths too. So... I was wondering how you might feel about occasionally babysitting for Rosie and Ricky as well?"
"Um... yeah... I guess so," I returned, looking from her to my Mother. While I was not overly fond of being recognized as a handy neighborhood babysitter, it was always nice to have a few extra dollars in my pocket.
"Your Mom mentioned that the Roths pay you ten dollars an hour," she added with a smile, "Does that sound about right?"
I nodded, "Well, sure... " I said, striving to keep my eyes on hers as she crossed her legs, "Yeah... just let me know when."
"Well..." she continued, "this Saturday night Richard and I have been invited to a wedding party. Would Saturday be all right with you? It would be from... say six o'clock to about 10... around 4 hours."
"Sure," I said with a casual shrug, "I can do that." I smiled, already planning how to spend the forty dollars I would make.
"Good, then... it's settled," returned Linda, "I'll see you Saturday night around six."
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I arrived at their doorstep at about ten minutes to six that Saturday evening.
Richard answered the door, inviting me in with a smile. "We hardly ever get to go out anymore these days," he said, "We never had anyone we trusted enough to sit with the kids until now... so we sure appreciate you doing this."
"No problem at all," I returned, "Happy to do it."
The kids were seated on the sofa watching television and barely even looked up or acknowledged my presence. At that moment, Linda bustled into the room. She almost took my breath away, dressed in a short red cocktail dress, that exposed a generous amount of cleavage, and matching red, high-heeled shoes that seemed to shape her already perfectly formed legs so beautifully that it defied description. As she moved, her hosiery whispered sensually against the fabric of her dress, the delicate sound filled my imagination with all manner of carnal thoughts.
