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Ever
since I appeared as a featured stocking model in the December
2003 issue of LEG SHOW magazine I’ve received hundreds
of e-mails. I asked the editors to print my e-mail address
because I wanted to hear from guys (and gals) who have and
interest as I do in stockings, pantyhose and heels.
I
received many letters from guys who love it when a woman
dangles her shoes as she sits in public places. I never
realized that so many guys were into girls who dangle.
And
that reminded me of an experience I had a few months back
when the weather was warmer.
I
was having lunch at a small public park not far from my
office one afternoon. It’s shaded by trees and it sits
near a bay in the downtown area.
There
are a few benches by the water and I was sitting on one
them reading some papers and eating lunch. There was only
one other person--a young good looking businessman --sitting
on a bench directly across from me talking on a cell phone
as he ate his lunch.
I
was dressed in a navy blue pin striped business suit. I
had left the jacket back at the office so I just had the
skirt, which was three inches above the knee and a white
linen blouse.
I
was wearing sheer to the waist, 10 denier, dark blue pantyhose
and matching sling back open toe shoes with 3 and a half-inch
heels. The pantyhose were very sheer giving just a hint
of their dark blue color to my silky smooth legs but they
were the kind that had sheen to them. My legs shimmered
in the sunlight.
I
sat on the bench reading my papers and drinking my bottled
water with my legs crossed. My skirt had ridden up my legs
exposing much my shiny nylon covered thighs.
As
I sat reading, I was unconsciously swinging my leg back
forth and as I did I dangled my right shoe from my toes
exposing my nylon covered foot.
It
felt good and as I ate I swung my leg faster and faster,
the shoe now just dangling from my big toe.
And
then suddenly as I swung my leg up my shoe flew off my foot
and launched itself across the grass and landed directly
in front of the young guy sitting on the bench in across
from me.
As
I started to wonder how to get the shoe back without having
to walk on the grass, the guy reached down and picked up
the shoe and looked at me and smiled.
He
then got up and walked the few feet to where I was sitting
and stood in front of me and smiled again as he said, “I
believe you lost something.”
I
laughed and said, “Yes, I did.”
As
I reached to get the shoe back from him he pulled it back
and said, “Do you mind terribly if I put your shoe
back on for you.”
He
was good looking and without hesitating I said, “Of
course not, go ahead.”
With
that he kneeled before me holding my shoe in his right hand
and with his left hand he took my right foot, cupping the
bottom of it in the palm of his hand as his fingers grasped
my nylon covered heel.
“You
should be more careful with these;” he teased as he
dangled my shoe high ... “You could hurt someone.”
He
still hadn’t put my shoe on...rather he was slowly
massaging my stockinged foot as we talked a bit more. I
didn’t mind at all.
Finally
he said, “Why not let me massage your feet before I
put your shoe on. You’ve probably been on them all
day and they could probably use a good massage.”
Without
missing a beat I said, “Sure, go ahead.”
With
that he dropped my shoe and quickly removed the other shoe,
dropping them both in the grass.
Before
I knew he had both of my feet in his strong hands and was
slowly rubbing and massaging them as we looked at each other
and made small talk.
As
he talked, instead of looking at me he looked at my feet
and legs which were extended straight out by now.
His
hands were slowly working the bottoms of my nylonned feet
and ankles. His massage had now moved towards my ankles.
Finally
he said, “I love the way your legs look. Your stockings
and everything. They look so smooth and silky. Do you always
wear such sexy nylons to work?”
Without
hesitation I answered, “Always!”
I
was starting to enjoy this and I wanted to see how far it
would go.
“I
always wear pantyhose like this to work. I love the feel
of the sheer nylon against my legs...it makes me very feminine.
Don’t you agree?”
“Oh,
yes...definitely,” he answered with a smile.
“Why
don’t I massage your legs too while I’m at it.”
“Please,
go right ahead,” I answered.
With
that he grabbed both feet and put one of them on each of
his shoulders and then started massaging my legs and calves
as I sat there with my legs straddling him as he kneeled
before me. Then his hands moved quickly towards my nylon
covered thighs. Bending forward he asked me, “Why not
hike your skirt up a bit so I can reach all of your thighs?”
Without
saying a word, I grabbed my skirt and pulled it back as
far as it would go.
Now
my crotch and pelvis were exposed, clad only in sheer blue
shiny nylon. I wasn’t wearing panties and I was now
starting to get a little wet.
He
spoke, ”God, your legs are sexy“, ....and without
asking he turned his head and started kissing the silky
nylon .... his tongue darted in and out...he was now frantically
kissing first my left leg and then my right.
I
loved it.
Finally
I said, “Stop for a minute and stand up.”
He
stood before me, towering over me ... he was dressed in
tan business pants and I could see a huge stain had started
to form on his crotch...without saying a word I raised both
my legs and placed my feet on his crotch and slowly started
massaging his crotch with both of my nylon covered feet....”It
looks like you are excited there.”
“Just
a little,” he answered with a smirk.
And
with that he was kneeling before me again.
Now
I was sitting on the bench, my skirt hiked as high as it
would go, exposing my thighs and nylon covered pussy....and
my legs were spread as far apart as I could spread them...he
was kneeling between my legs massaging my thighs ... running
has hands up and down the delicious, shiny nylon...and then...he
was on me.
Suddenly
he buried his face in my wet, pantyhosed crotch...slowly
at first he started lapping the silky nylon....licking and
lapping and kissing as I sat there transfixed and on the
verge of cumming...right there in a public park in daylight.
As
he nuzzled my cunt, I once again raised my legs and wrapped
my powerful nylon covered thighs around his head...he never
budged as he continued to kiss my pussy through the wet
nylon.
Now
he couldn’t move...all he could do was kiss my lovely
cunt and a little bit of my inner thighs...I squeezed tighter...the
nylon rubbing against his face.
He
was moaning now as he continued to kiss my sopping wet pussy.
And
then, I came....and rush of pleasure washing over my entire
body...shuddering ... my cunt now a wet mess.....my nyloned
clad crotch soaked.
He
stood up and smiled...a huge wet stain of pre cum now covering
the crotch of his pants....he smiled and turned and walked
away....
My
head was swimming as I watched him walk away...and then
I realized something...my shoes were still right where he
left them on the grass!
THE
END
Author:
Aysia
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