Tracy's Legs - Sex Stories

Tracy's Legs

... long and oh-so-soft and perfectly shaped. “Is that true, Jenny?” I managed to lift my head and look her in the face, though embarrassment tinged my skin deep red and made it burn. She was such a pretty thing, with huge, blue eyes and narrow lips that nonetheless seemed to be about to form a kiss all the time. With her eighteen years, she still radiated the innocence of youth, but her eyes twinkled with excitement when she repeated her question. “Is it true, Jenny? Did you think naughty thoughts about me?” “Oh god, yes!” The words came out in a sharp breath and my heart galloped wildly before I grasped the enormity of my admission and tried to backtrack. “No! I mean, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t…” “Shouldn’t?” Trudy’s voice interrupted my rambling. “I think it’s already too late to think about that. You did, and we know it. You’ve been dreaming of touching her legs for months.” I was staring at her like a deer in the headlights, and when she put her index finger under my skin and pointed my head towards sweet Tracy, I could offer no resistance. “Today’s the day. Touch her. Feel her. Come on, we all know how much you want to.” I couldn’t believe it. It felt like a surreal dream. But when I stared at Tracy, she nodded, pulling up the corner of her mouth into a cute half-grin. “Go on,” she too urged, “touch me. Feel me. Be wicked!” For a second, my eyes flickered left and right, looking for an exit, but the maze in which I had been caught was all in my head. And like in a true maze, ...

... I had only one way left to go. My fingers trembled like mad when I lifted my hands, and my breath raced when their tips touched the soft fabric of her stockings just above her knees. She kept smiling. Had she flinched or shied away, I’d have fled like the devil was after me. But she just winked, and my fingers roamed higher and higher over tight muscles until they encountered the softest of skin. I traced the seams of her stockings and was rewarded with a soft, pleasant sigh, so I got more daring and painted little circles on these bands of perfect skin. “Do you want to kiss them?” Tracy whispered softly, prompting an eager nod from me. “Don’t stop yet. You can go farther up, too.” Suddenly, Trudy was sitting close to me. “Keep caressing her thighs,” she whispered into my ear, “show her how much you adore her.” I did, letting my fingers roam under Tracy’s tight skirt and stroking her gently. My hands tingled wherever they touched her skin, and I couldn’t suppress the soft, joyous moan that bubbled up in my throat. “Do you know why Tracy had to leave so quickly?” I shook my head. “Morris found out by accident that she’s working as an escort.” My breath hitched. An escort? “So he fired her on the spot, company reputation and such. But I had already found your little love letter, and things just fell into place...” I was trembling. I couldn’t be that this perfect angel was a hooker. But she didn’t protest, no, instead she wiggled the hem of her skirt up higher and higher, and I ...