Tracy's Legs - Sex Stories

Tracy's Legs

... noticed that we were walking, or on my part stumbling drunkenly after a perfect set of legs, down a corridor. Tracy unlocked a door and stepped inside, gesturing at us to follow her. The room was rather spartan, but clean. Against one wall stood a large bed with a dark wooden frame. Next to it was a small dresser, and a small door on the opposite wall probably lead to a bathroom. “Staff overnight room. One can rent it from them when they don’t need it,” Tracy explained towards Trudy and held out her hand. A wad of money was pushed into it, which she stowed away in her small purse. She kicked away her shoes, unzipped her skirt so it fell to the floor and plopped down on the bed on her front, her finger beckoning me closer. I felt torn. It was a huge mistake, I knew that, but she splayed her legs and teasingly ran a finger along the hem of her stocking, looking at me over her shoulder, biting her lip and fluttering her lashes, and when she whispered, “Come here, wicked Jenny,” my last resistance crumbled to dust. Her thighs were spectacular, but her bum - it made all words seem too shallow to do it justice. Ripe and firm, two half-orbs shimmered softly, wiggled when she tensed her leg and begged me to touch them. I was mesmerized by the cute, small crease between bum cheek and leg, and I could already picture my tongue tracing it with loving dedication. Step by step, I approached her, and my breaths became shallow and fast. “Slowly,” Tracy whispered, and like a worshiper in ...

... front of their goddess, I sank to my knees on the bed, right between her calves, and bent forward with held breath. I wrote something about mystical experiences at the beginning of my retelling, and mystical rapture was what I felt when my fingers were allowed to unveil her soft, toned thighs. Inch by inch I slid down the seams and drank in her perfection, heart beating like mad and giddy excitement mixing with the magic of the moment and making the butterflies in my tummy whirl and glow. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered. “So incredibly beautiful.” When her left stocking finally slipped from her foot and I could drop it to the floor, there was no holding back. My lips descended to her heel, and I started to trail the softest kisses up the backside of her leg, in between which the mantra of, “Beautiful!” floated from my lips. God, how lovely she giggled when my lips travelled over the hollow of her knee. I forgot all about Trudy’s presence, even though the flashes of her camera accompanied my lips’ travel. My being was filled with the softness and warmth of Tracy’s skin, and my heart jubilated with joy. “Fuck,” I heard the object of my admiration exclaim, “she’s a tease! Do my other leg!” I could have done this for hours, licked and kissed her legs, but when I reached the top of her right leg, she demanded a change of pace. “Lick my bum hole. You’ve gotten me hot, now show me what a dirty woman you are!” It was dirty, indeed. But I loved it, loved every second when I buried my ...