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~ Legs ~

a short story written for RedcloudNine

I spun around when I heard a loud wolf whistle. "Wow! Alice, you do have legs after all." It was one of my co-workers, Alan. We were all at a large reception dinner for our company.

"Alan, what did you think I had?" I asked him smiling.

"It's just, I never saw you wear a dress. We'll have to have these formal parties more often."

"I wear dresses and skirts," I insisted.

Alan said, "Never at work. Just jeans or pants suits. I'd certainly have noticed legs as fine as yours."

This is a rare treat to hear compliments from Alan. He is always so reserve and quiet at work. I may have enjoyed the compliment too much. I tried fishing for another.

I held open the slit from my right leg, "I don't think it is my legs you like. It probably is these thigh high stockings you like."

Alan was staring without uttering a word. I glanced about the room, and no one was looking, so I pulled the dress a bit higher. Alan may not have said a word, but he did react. His eye widened, and his pants tightened.

"Maybe we could sit down and talk some more?" I motioned back to the dinner table. I wondered if anyone else would notice Alan's predicament.

The flirt in me took control. I made certain to sit with my right leg towards Alan. I casually crossed my right leg over my left. The dress slipped perfectly. My right leg was exposed much higher than I expected, but I made no effort to recover my exposed thigh. Alan was all smiles. He knew I was teasing him, and he loved every minute of it, too.

Any time Alan drifted the conversation away from me, I teased a bit more. Dangling my heel on my stocking foot, I kicked my foot slightly up and down. I was hypnotizing the poor dear.

When his hand started moving towards my calf, I excused myself for the ladies room. "Alan, would you get me a white wine while I powder my nose?" He let out a small groan.

Several ladies were adjusting their make-up and talking in the ladies room. A few of the wives of my other co-workers complimented me on my outfit, as I did theirs. One mentioned she was glad I didn't wear such sexy dresses to work.

Another wife mentioned seeing Alan memorized by me. I laughed at it. I lied saying we were just talking about work. She didn't buy it either.

In a few moments, I was alone in the ladies room. I checked how high the slit was on my hip. I wondered if I could actually expose too much. I sat on the couch crossing and uncrossing my leg. I could not tell a thing. Call it crazy, but I thought I surely would be able to tell if I slipped off my panties. After all, a cool breeze would be noticeable, right?

Well, I was right! WOW! I felt the air conditioning hit square. I was a bit wet from the excitement, and the cool air reminded me of my nakedness.

I was ready to don my panties when a couple of ladies entered the room. Normally, it would no big deal to slip back on my panties, but one of the ladies was the CEO's wife. I froze. I held my panties tightly in a ball. We smiled at each other, but they resumed their conversation. I felt out of place. So, I left without a word.

I was halfway across the dining room when I realized I was still holding my panties. I thought of stuffing them in my purse, but I saw Alan watching me. The devil in me took control.

I walked behind Alan dragging my hand over his shoulder. When he held out my wine, I dropped my panties on his lap. He nearly spilled the wine on me, him, and the floor. I managed to catch it just in time.

I sat down again. This time, Alan's stare was total. No words. Just a lustful stare. I carefully crossed my leg. He looked disappointed. So, I casually pulled my dress to the side. Really nothing more was showing, but now he knew more might be showing. He slipped the panties into his jacket pocket.

I asked, "Like what you see?"

He replied, "I'd like to see more."

I recrossed my legs around, left over right. No need for the air conditioning to tell me what flashed. Alan's jaw actually dropped.

"You ought not make a lady repeat herself. Do you like what you see?"

"How about a real look then?" He never broke his stare.

I was ready to give him a another peek, when the CEO made his way over to our table. His wife was at his side. A thousand things flashed through my mind. 'Did she know I had removed my panties?' or 'Did someone else see me teasing Alan?' and 'What would they think?'

Finally, the CEO broke my thoughts, "I'm sorry to interrupt your two's conversation, but I wished to personally congratulate everyone on an excellent quarter."

I stood to shake his hand. Poor Alan couldn't stand if he wanted. But Alan found a way to return my tease. As I stood next to him, Alan slipped his left hand behind my right thigh. As I tried to converse with the CEO and his wife, Alan massaged my leg.

I wondered if anyone could see what Alan was doing, but I was afraid to look. While I would be mortified to have someone see, I didn't want Alan to stop either.

About the time I thought my legs would buckle from the sensations, the CEO and his wife excused themselves to greet other workers. I started to sit down, but Alan stood allowing his hand to raise from my stocking thigh to my bare backside.

He flashed his hotel room key. I nodded. We made our exit in haste. I was ready to have him in the elevator, but Alan motioned towards the closed circuit camera. I debated whether I cared, but we reached his floor before I lost total control of myself.

I had his suit jacket off before he had the room unlocked. I pulled off his tie. I then pushed him backwards on the bed.

I placed my leg on the desk chair. I slowly unbuckled my right heel. He had a full view of my foot, ankle, calf, thigh, and much of my rump. I repeated the action on my left leg with my right side still towards him. This pulled the dress even further over my back side.

I stared straight in his eyes as I turned and faced him. Reaching behind me, I unzipped my dress. I asked, "Should I pull it over my head or let it drop?"

"Oh my... I get to decide?" Alan looked like a little boy getting a birthday present.

"Maybe. Maybe not. I just asked for an opinion."

"Over your head, then. I want to see your legs."

I started to allow the dress to slip down. His expression was priceless. He was hurting. I couldn't tease him further. I reversed the direction of the fabric. My eyes were covered while I felt my hem flicker up my thighs and waist. I wanted to see him, but I wanted to take this slowly, too.

By the time, I had my dress off, Alan was stripped to the waist. I told him to stop undressing. I wanted to strip him. My evil grin was matched by his own.

Wearing only my stockings, I pulled off his belt. I unfastened his trousers and pulled down his zipper. I felt him beneath his fly straining. I dropped to my knees along the bed side. I pulled off his shows and socks. He was trying desperately to slide his trousers. I helped. His boxers were tenting high. I placed my foot between his legs allowing my toes to brush his crotch. His tent twitched. I started to roll down my stockings, but his voice crackled, "No. Please leave them on for now."

I fell on him. My hands pushed his boxers down as I raised my stocking toes to hook his waist band. Our lips were locked. His hands held me tight. I never knew my toes were so nimble. I managed to pull off his boxers without breaking our embrace.

I had never thought of Alan as a partner before now. Maybe it was just this night of forbidden fruit. Maybe it was deeper than I knew. Our bodies seem to pull together as if we were molded to each other. I have no idea how long we made love. I have no idea how many times I climaxed. After the fifth or sixth I stopped counting.

I awoke to Alan touch on my leg. He was sliding off my stocking. One leg was already bare. I laid with my legs raised on his shoulders as he ease the stocking over my ankle and foot.

This morning, his kisses started on my ankles. Left, right, right, left. His kisses slowly moved up. He treated each leg with equal attention. His direction was clear. After the longest worshiping of my legs he settled between them for a longer time.

Our morning love making was going even better than the previous night. Then...

A knock on the door, "Maid Service!"

We scrambled for our clothes. I slipped on my dress. Alan bounced across the room trying to get his feet in his trousers. He managed to reach the door with his pants up before the maid entered.

I quickly passed Alan and the maid clutching my purse and heels in hand. My dress still unzipped. I blew a kiss back to Alan as I raced down the hall to my own room.

Monday morning at our staff meeting, everyone was talking about the party. No one mentioned Alan and I disappearing together. I smiled when I saw Alan enter the conference room. He sat down across from me. Under the table, I flicked my shoe off on his leg. He made a clumsy excuse by dropping his pen on the floor.

When he banged his head on the underside of the table, I knew he saw exactly what I wanted to show him. I was wearing a skirt. I wasn't wearing panties. This time it wasn't a tease, but a promise for something later.