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Merelan said:
Christ woman, you are kidding right?? Even I want the details!
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Merelan
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Kitten asked, and I can not deny her anything.
At a business meeting one day. You know the type, loooooonnnnggggg, boring and absolutely nothing to do with your job now or forever. He just kept going on and on and on and on. During one of the breaks my girlfriend Dana, and I were talking. We had both gotten to the point where we were half dozing during the lecture. So. Being both a tiny bit sex minded.
When it started up again and he started another billion part description, she shifted and unbuttoned her blouse, one button. That was enough for her as she is 38D. Deep sigh...
Okay, well. I couldn't let her outdo me.
Did I mention we were in the front row do to my bat blindedness? Okay, well we were. He caughty her motion and saw what she had done, kinda threw him a bit, he kept on though, but peeking.
I crossed my legs, for the gozillionth time that day, and hiked my skirt a little. More then I intended as when I sneaked a peek, you could see the tops of the thigh highs. Luckily for me they were the pretty lace topped ones. Dana choked when I nudged her and she saw. He heard that and looking over could see, quite clearly. Suddenly he needed someone up there for illustration. It was our Boss! I couldn't move again without him seeing also. Tough for me. He went up and helped then when he turned to go back to his seat, in the back, where I am sure he slept most the day, he saw also. I know this because he asked me about it the following day. luckily we are good friends also. he said he weas sitting up front from then on. Damn, now that I think of it, did I miss an opportunity there?
Okay, back to the lecturer. he was getting all flustered. Dana, much bolder then I am, leaned forward to ask a question. I have no idea how she didn't tumble out, she won't tell me! He got hard as a rock and ended the lecture not 5 minutes later, saying he had somewhere he had to get too and maybe could come back another time to finish.
hahaha!!!! I say he went into the gents and had a little fun.
The only other time I flashed a stranger was an accident. I was having trouble with one garter hook. It wouldn't stay hooked! I went into what I thought was an empty room, hiked the skirt and fixed it. All at once there was a lady standing there. oops. Now in the stories we would have had wild lesbian sex, but I think I just embarassed her. When I told my husband about it later, he wished he had been with me. Again about the lesbian sex thing. Men!
At a business meeting one day. You know the type, loooooonnnnggggg, boring and absolutely nothing to do with your job now or forever. He just kept going on and on and on and on. During one of the breaks my girlfriend Dana, and I were talking. We had both gotten to the point where we were half dozing during the lecture. So. Being both a tiny bit sex minded.
When it started up again and he started another billion part description, she shifted and unbuttoned her blouse, one button. That was enough for her as she is 38D. Deep sigh...
Okay, well. I couldn't let her outdo me.
Did I mention we were in the front row do to my bat blindedness? Okay, well we were. He caughty her motion and saw what she had done, kinda threw him a bit, he kept on though, but peeking.
I crossed my legs, for the gozillionth time that day, and hiked my skirt a little. More then I intended as when I sneaked a peek, you could see the tops of the thigh highs. Luckily for me they were the pretty lace topped ones. Dana choked when I nudged her and she saw. He heard that and looking over could see, quite clearly. Suddenly he needed someone up there for illustration. It was our Boss! I couldn't move again without him seeing also. Tough for me. He went up and helped then when he turned to go back to his seat, in the back, where I am sure he slept most the day, he saw also. I know this because he asked me about it the following day. luckily we are good friends also. he said he weas sitting up front from then on. Damn, now that I think of it, did I miss an opportunity there?
Okay, back to the lecturer. he was getting all flustered. Dana, much bolder then I am, leaned forward to ask a question. I have no idea how she didn't tumble out, she won't tell me! He got hard as a rock and ended the lecture not 5 minutes later, saying he had somewhere he had to get too and maybe could come back another time to finish.
hahaha!!!! I say he went into the gents and had a little fun.
The only other time I flashed a stranger was an accident. I was having trouble with one garter hook. It wouldn't stay hooked! I went into what I thought was an empty room, hiked the skirt and fixed it. All at once there was a lady standing there. oops. Now in the stories we would have had wild lesbian sex, but I think I just embarassed her. When I told my husband about it later, he wished he had been with me. Again about the lesbian sex thing. Men!
Wil_E_Harden
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Thigh highs and pantyhose stories
Kimmy wrote me once asking for ideas about what to do on a Saturday afternoon. She wanted to go out and cruise the local hotel bars to see how many guys she could get to hit on her. I told her to ask Lance but it turns out he was busy.
Per instructions, she wore a very short blue leather skirt and a low-cut loose silk top, a pair of THOSE kind of high heels and blue thigh highs. They were my favorite kind - the ones with a lovely lace top band with little satin bows on the sides. She said all she had to do at each of the 6 places she visited was perch on a bar stool and when the tops of the thigh highs peeked out from the edge of her skirt all the tables within view of her seat filled up. At one place a group of guys meeting in another corner of the bar all moved to tables where they could get a nice view of her legs. They got more than that, since she never wears underwear.
Lance later said he had a terrific afternoon cyber session with her when she came home.
The best occasion, however, was in 1969 when I visited a pal who was teaching 9th grade in Southern California. Maybe a few of you remember that pantyhose were still kinda new then, and stockings or thigh highs were not to be seen except at brothels. Thanks to pantyhose, more women were wearing very short skirts - that was one of the best years of the micro-mini.
I sat in front and struggled as my pal taught his class. Those little girls were all flashing us. A few, more precocious, were also making sure we got glimpses of firm young breasts.
I could only bear it for one hour of his day. I told him why I was leaving and asked how he could stand it. "Oh, they are just practicing, only about one in a hundred ever tries to find out if I would like to sample the wares. Of course I don't," he replied. But how could he get through the day with all that snatch pointed at him, I persisted.
"Well," he grinned, tugging at his tattered tweed sports jacket, "I just started wearing a long coat and walking around bent over."
[Edited by Wil_E_Harden on 12-29-2000 at 01:16 PM]
Kimmy wrote me once asking for ideas about what to do on a Saturday afternoon. She wanted to go out and cruise the local hotel bars to see how many guys she could get to hit on her. I told her to ask Lance but it turns out he was busy.
Per instructions, she wore a very short blue leather skirt and a low-cut loose silk top, a pair of THOSE kind of high heels and blue thigh highs. They were my favorite kind - the ones with a lovely lace top band with little satin bows on the sides. She said all she had to do at each of the 6 places she visited was perch on a bar stool and when the tops of the thigh highs peeked out from the edge of her skirt all the tables within view of her seat filled up. At one place a group of guys meeting in another corner of the bar all moved to tables where they could get a nice view of her legs. They got more than that, since she never wears underwear.
Lance later said he had a terrific afternoon cyber session with her when she came home.
The best occasion, however, was in 1969 when I visited a pal who was teaching 9th grade in Southern California. Maybe a few of you remember that pantyhose were still kinda new then, and stockings or thigh highs were not to be seen except at brothels. Thanks to pantyhose, more women were wearing very short skirts - that was one of the best years of the micro-mini.
I sat in front and struggled as my pal taught his class. Those little girls were all flashing us. A few, more precocious, were also making sure we got glimpses of firm young breasts.
I could only bear it for one hour of his day. I told him why I was leaving and asked how he could stand it. "Oh, they are just practicing, only about one in a hundred ever tries to find out if I would like to sample the wares. Of course I don't," he replied. But how could he get through the day with all that snatch pointed at him, I persisted.
"Well," he grinned, tugging at his tattered tweed sports jacket, "I just started wearing a long coat and walking around bent over."
[Edited by Wil_E_Harden on 12-29-2000 at 01:16 PM]
LittleRedDevil
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I WANNA BE JUST LIKE MERELAN WHEN I GROW UP!
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"Sometimes fate just needs a swift kick in the ass."
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Celestiale
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It was late evening...thigh-hi's, garter belt, sexy black bra and panties...black leather trench coat and heels...
I remember the night being chilly as I drove to my intended's workplace. He ran a theater and all the shows had already started. I went in to the lobby, smiled wickedly at the ushers and concessionists, and made my way to HIS office.
I don't remember how many patron's were about, I was on a mission and my mind was occupied, but I am quite sure that someone knew what I was up to.
I remember the night being chilly as I drove to my intended's workplace. He ran a theater and all the shows had already started. I went in to the lobby, smiled wickedly at the ushers and concessionists, and made my way to HIS office.
I don't remember how many patron's were about, I was on a mission and my mind was occupied, but I am quite sure that someone knew what I was up to.
SimplySouthern
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All I can say is that it pays to know your judges.
Some men are "boob men" and some are "ass men" and some are "leg men".
Thigh highs and garter belts are for leg men. Works everytime.
Some men are "boob men" and some are "ass men" and some are "leg men".
Thigh highs and garter belts are for leg men. Works everytime.
