Lauras Pantyhose - Sex Stories

Lauras Pantyhose

... leg sore", she said. I took that as an invitation to massage a little higher on the lower part of her calves. "But remember, it gives you a sexy look." I hadn't quite intended to say it like that, but she didn't seem to mind. "I like looking sexy but sometimes I wonder if it's worth it." "Believe me, for the men who see you it is." "Yeah," she murmured in a heavy happy voice. There-- we had both said the word "sexy", so I was positive that I was making progress toward my goal. I couldn't quite bring myself to articulate that goal-- fucking her-- but my cock certainly knew what it was. She mumbled something, then cleared her throat and said it again. "You can keep on." Her voice sounded like my girlfriend's when i rubbed her crotch through her jeans, so I knew that Laura was getting aroused. I slid along the couch towards her, put her feet in my lap, and began massaging her entire calf. She didn't say anything; she just closed her eyes and smiled a very wicked smile. My cock was doing weird things inside my pants, partly from the sensation of rubbing a woman's warm, shapely leg covered by white pantyhose and partly because I knew that this whole incident was going to end up in a very pleasurable way-- if I could just keep from coming long enough. As my hand slid upwards on her calf to just below her knee, she slid her skirt up just a couple of inches and mumbled something again which must have been something like "keep on," but which my mind heard as "fuck me." Now I was ...

... massaging both of her knees, alternating from left to right and front to back. One thing I had learned from groping my girlfriend was that the back of a woman's knees are often very sensitive, so I tried to ignore the antics of my cock and concentrate on turning Laura on even further by paying special attention to that spot. By now she was making constant soft little mmm, mmmm sounds and I began rubbing the part of her legs which were exposed above her knees. My fingers were just brushing the edge of her skirt, and soon were sliding about two inches underneath it. My dream started to come true. She slowly reached down and grasped the edge of her skirt, and raising her ass off the couch, she pulled her skirt up to where I had a clear view of the wide white band around her thighs where her pantyhose changed colour to a less transparent, darker shade. This also gave me a glimpse of heaven. I could see a tiny little bit of her crotch-- covered by dark blue or black panties and a layer of white nylon. I wasn't able to exercise much control anymore. I massaged both of her thighs, using both hands so I was rubbing both front and back, and apparently she began to lose control too, because in a sudden swift movement she pulled her skirt all the way up over belly, exposing the bottom half of her body and pushing her pussy out towards me. My hands were rubbing and caressing her thighs and hips and pantyhose covered belly now, and I thought desperately about my soccer team's miserable results ...