2 comments/ 85399 views/ 2 favorites Nancy's Great Legs Ch. 1 By: Charly Nancy Ryan was lying by her pool, letting the last full rays of the warm afternoon sun sooth her muscles. The large back yard was surrounded by a stripped sapling privacy screen. The pool shimmered invitingly alongside her chaise lounge. It had been a late night and it felt good to just let the sun warm her back. She felt wonderfully alive, was quietly thinking over her life. Nancy had reached the middle time of life. The time between those years devoted to school and getting started in life and the dreaded old age portion. Those years of newfound freedom. When you have made it and want to enjoy the fruits of the labor. People guess her age to be 'early forties', and their guess is several years too young. She is pretty, and looks firm, with rounded curves and very pretty legs. She was proudest of her feet and they showed it. Her toes were always perfectly manicured; the polish always bright and fresh looking in the open, strappy sandals and sling pumps she preferred when she dressed. Three years ago Nancy had needed to lose 10 pounds or so; she had done that and kept it off. The pride of the accomplishment and slowly developed into the joy of looking good and being admired. In the office, she got more than her share of attention from fresh young guys to the older executives. Nancy was pleased that they were so eager to look down the front of her blouse or at her legs when she crossed them or trailed a finger nail along the nylon of her stocking. It made her feel vibrant and appreciated. Male clients sometimes were more interested in watching her bottom than seeing the kitchen of the upscale houses she showed them. She had the very dark hair that had always made her a strikingly attractive girl. It needed just a touch of color nowadays to keep the deep sheen of it the way she like it and to keep the crabgrass of gray strands from sneaking in. These days, she wore it short for that pert, sexy look. On a good hair day the ends would have a hint of curl tucking around pedal like ears. Any lipstick from bright red to dark red gave her a haunting, sophisticated look that captured men's eyes. Her green eyes smiling across the lunch table had reassured many an indecisive husband, and sent him off owning a house just slightly above his target price. The fact was, that Nancy was energized by the attention people gave to her appearance. Lately she had become more open to the voyeurs of the world. If they stared at her legs, hoping to see the flash of her thighs as she crossed them, she might help by leaving her knees slightly apart for a long moment before re-crossing them and cutting off the view of her panties - if she was wearing panties that day. She had found a new exciting fun which sometimes left her nearly as excited as the watcher. Last night there had been no panties. Lloyd was out of town again and Nancy had gone out to a bar with the open intention of flirtation. Lloyd had been unfaithful many years ago and they had survived the pain and put it behind them. She knew he had probably done it many times since. So, an occasional night on the town seemed perfectly OK. She had not been disappointed last night. She and Ellen talked animatedly together at a small centrally located table, never completely unaware ot the effect they were having on the men in the bar. Crossing and uncrossing her legs a couple of times had started a steady string of invitations to dance. In addition, there was the thrill of flashing the guys who were too shy to ask, but kept their eyes focused on her from a distance. Today Nancy had laid face down on the chaise, straight from the daily neighborhood jog that kept her trim. She lay perfectly still for a time, her bottom pert and round under blue silk running shorts. Her tank top, now a bit sweaty from exertion, showed the cross of her running bra through the white of the fabric. From the corner of her eye, she saw a movement in the upstairs window next door. A slight smile escaped her. Once again, Bill, their next door neighbor, was ogling her from his home office upstairs. Pretending to be rubbing out the sore muscles, Nancy trailed her hands back over her bottom and down to the back of her thighs as far as she could reach. As she drew her hands back up, she pulled the loose legs of the shorts high on the cheeks of her bottom and held them there without moving her body. The move brought her white panties into view, moist with the sweat of her run and now joined by a hint of the creamy moistness of sexual excitement. Nancy loved teasing her handsome neighbor. Bill was a little on the nerdy side, good looking, but rather shy. Nancy liked him and loved the secret of his quiet watching from next door. Bill stood transfixed, leaning against the desk. "Damn, neighbor, you sure have a lovely tush there." He mused to himself. Nancy's white panties shown in the sunlight like twin round beacons which kept his eyes riveted on her. "Damn." He watched as her hands circled slowly, soothing her aching bottom. She was cupping the roundness in both hands, fondling the panties. "Damn, what I wouldn't give .." he muttered. The unfinished statement hung in the air. Bill felt his mouth dry out slightly as Nancy slipped her hands into the top of her training shorts and began pushing them down her legs. His cock had been in that comfortable condition of semi-hardness that was such a pleasure for a man. But now it sprang to full firmness as he watched, open mouthed, as Nancy pushed her shorts down and off her legs,. Her panties were tight across the round curves of her buns. Slowly, she parted her legs, acting like they were tired and achy. Nancy watched Bill from the side of her sunglasses. She could see him clearly, though the bottom half of his body was slightly obscured by the screen on the lower part of the window. She parted her legs a little more, fully confident that he could see between her thighs that flat space where her pussy lips were now lubricating themselves. Again she opened her legs, this time looping her toes outside the rails of the chaise. She wriggled her toes to torment him by attracting his eyes away from her pussy. She raised first one and then the other of her feet so that the bright red polish of her toes would be vivid in his eyes. Her legs now formed a triangle framing her pussy. Bill could not take his eyes away. The Sloan contract could wait, he thought. He nudged his cock through the material of his pants and shorts and made it more comfortable. He massaged the head through the fabric, enjoying the sensation. His hand lingered there, rolling it between his fingers. Just at that moment, Nancy did the most exciting thing he had seen her do yet. He saw her hand appear between her legs. Bill quickly grabbed the binoculars from a bookshelf and aimed them at her hand. The nails of her hands matched her toes as she curled her four fingers around her mound and laid them flat against her pussy lips. She didn't seem to move them, just held them there. It was a very sexy sight. Now one finger seemed to press between her lips and stay there, flat along her crease. Bill couldn't help himself. He unzipped his pants and fished his long cock out into his waiting hand. He began stroking himself slowly, holding the binoculars in the other hand with some difficulty. Nancy noticed the change and realized he was using binoculars and could see her hand now. She slipped her middle finger into the wet slit of her pussy. Immediately, her excitement jumped a notch and she could not help squirming against the palm of her hand. Her clitoris loved the feel of her finger covering it and moving in little circles over it. She decided to raise the stakes of the game once again as she sat up, stretched, and, taking both sides of the tank top in hand, tugged it quickly over her head. With a shake of her head, her short dark hair sprang back in place. She sat for a moment, giving Bill a profile of her breasts, held firmly by the running bra. Her breasts were not large, but filled the B Cups to capacity plus a little. She thought about slipping out of the bra, but decided to bring his torture along slowly. Instead, she stood up and began a series of stretching exercises which showed her lithe and curvy body beautifully. Facing toward his window, she bent from the waist several times, feeling the pleasure of her heavy breasts as they nestled into the cradling cups of the bra. Bill had disappeared from the window now, and Nancy smiled knowingly. She had driven the poor man to masturbation and he was off to find a Kleenex. "Too bad," she muttered, "Jane might have enjoyed Bill coming to bed already aroused for once." As it turned out, she had guessed exactly right. Bill closed the door on the flushing toilet and slipped back into his office feeling relaxed and slightly spent. He glanced once more in the direction of his neighbor and found Nancy with arms at that uncomfortable angle needed for unclasping her bra. The wide band slackened and he stared in anticipation as the cups clung to her breasts, then slowly slipped off, leaving firm pink nipples thrusting out from nice sized circles which capped her jutting round breasts. They sagged only slightly in that attractive way which preserved plenty of form, while still showing the pretty curve of the underside. It promised warmth, and a nice weightiness that would have filled Bill's hands with pleasure. She stretched again, and he watched with mounting excitement as her hands massaged the bra lines out of her breasts. Nancy folded the bra and her shorts into a neat handful and strode toward the house. Bill stepped back into the shadows. "Did she smile up at me?" he wondered. "Did she know?" He decided that she couldn't see him. But he promised himself that he would check out how much of his little office would have been visible to her. Inside the little utility room, Nancy stripped off her panties and dropped her clothes into the washer and turned to gaze into the mirror. A smile crossed her face and became a big grin. "You're getting very naughty! .. fun, though!" she giggled to herself. The machine vibrated slightly against her rump. She examined herself in the mirror, one hand idly brushing an erect nipple. "Very naughty!" she grinned impishly, seeing the bright pink nipple leap to life. She stepped into a pair of high heel pumps. Her eyes ran slowly over her body, looking for any signs of sagging or putting weight on and found nothing new, but plenty to feel good about. "Not bad, old girl, if I have to say so myself." Her other hand brushed the curls at her apex, feeling them spring back under her fingers. With her long middle finger, she parted the curls and slipped down the slit. A creamy welcome greeted the questing digit. "Oh, Bill, if you only knew what you did to me." Her finger slowly circled her clitoris now bathed in warm oily lubricant. She stood, framed in the ornate gold framed mirror and stared at herself through half closed eyes as the soothing vibration, and the stimulation of her fingers seemed to melt her body. Her fingers pinched the nipple, then moved unbidden to the other nipple and elicited the same response. Her finger slipped inside her vagina, moved around the tight circle of muscle and began to massage the wall directly under her clitoris. She realized that this would be the very first time she had ever watched herself have an orgasm. It was fascinating. Her nipples brightened before her eyes and she could see her shoulder tense as the rousing rotation of the finger inside her pussy required more and more force to increase that glorious pressure. She felt the first spasm course through her tummy, watched as her face contorted, mouth open, as wave after wave of warmth flooded over her body. "Oh, .. oh, .. oh." Was all she uttered, as her eyes finally closed over the pleasure. When she looked up, the girl in the mirror was lifting and fondling two pink tipped breasts. Smiling. Nancy's Great Legs Ch. 2 Chapter Two: The Two The day was bright and clear and the sun streamed into the bright yellow and gold tones of her bedroom as Nancy dressed for work. "it's great to be alive!" she exclaimed to an empty house. Leaning into the mirror and applying bright red lipstick, she muttered, "You were a really naughty girl yesterday, you know! What are you going to get into today, old girl?" She giggled and reflected that she felt another naughty day coming on. This new-found titillation of showing off was invigorating to her ego. She looked herself over in the mirror and made a decision. Reaching behind her back, she unsnapped her bra and put it back in the drawer. She kept the light green Vassarette hip hugger panties, though, and began pulling on tan Hanes thigh high stockings after first examining the color against her tan arm. It was funny that usually very sheer stockings of a rich tone were the sexiest on her legs, but these were different. The color was subdued and there was no sheen to the finish. But the effect was to call attention to the fact that she was wearing them to call attention rather than just beautifying her legs. Nancy had the feeling that the effect would be highly stimulating on men. She slipped into a pair of mules with crystal-clear Lucite heels and open toes which let all of her toes express themselves. They were freshly painted with a Mavala color called 'Los Angeles'. It was red with a hint of orange that would look well with the lavender dress she would wear. The effect of three-inch heels on her 5'6" height was striking. She let the sheer lavender dress settle over her head and onto her hips, then turned to see herself in the tall mirror. Her client was a businessman on his first house-hunting visit. His wife would not be along, so this dress was perfect, simple but alluring. The neckline was just low enough that the cleavage between her breasts could be glimpsed, but not low enough to be brazen. Satisfied, left a note for Lloyd that she would be late this afternoon and opened the garage door. She swung the heavy door of the Lincoln open and started to get in. After starting the engine, she changed her mind, got out of the car. She lifted the full skirt of the dress so that she would be sitting directly on the lush leather seat. She loved the feel of the smooth leather directly on the skin of her thighs and the way it felt when the silky panties slipped over it. Nancy backed the big Lincoln out of the garage and down the driveway. Turning to the right, she started to drive off past Bill's house, but instead pulled up at his drive and leaned toward the window. Bill was standing in the drive talking with the yard man. He stopped talking and returned her big smile. He nearly ran toward her, but checked his stride to be more sedate. Nancy turned in her seat so that her right knee, free of the skirt was pointed toward him. She slipped the skirt half way up her luscious thighs and waited to speak to Bill. "Hi, neighbor, off to sell another of those big houses of yours?" "Yes, one of our sales people is sick, so I will be out amongst them today." "Anyway, thanks for the encouragement, kind sir. Looks like you are getting out of the mowing today, you sneak! Maybe if I make the sale, you can do the legal work, I'll point him in your direction." "Great, sounds good. Pretty dress by the way." His eyes swept down to her knees, scanned upward to the line of dark nylon showing just below the hem and gulped perceptibly. The comment gave him an excuse to look down again at her legs and the band of dark nylon she displayed. It came to him that the dress was pulled up - that her panties were against the leather of the seat. "My god, what a sexy thought," he mused. His mind snapped back to the white panties tightened over her buns yesterday afternoon. He tried to imagine them sliding against soft leather. "Oh, this old thing? You like?" She swept her hand briefly over the hem, inadvertently moving it up a couple more inches of shapely thigh. She watched his eyes and knew that the view was spectacular. The bright sun and vivid color of the dress were setting off the svelte look of the nylons, and the open position of her legs was openly erotic without being obvious. "Well, have a good one, Billy, don't do anything I wouldn't do!" She held out her hand and he took it for a moment, then let it slide from his grasp. She noticed a slight bulge in the athletic shorts as he stepped back, leaning over to wave. "Right, you too. See you later." Nancy could see in the rear view mirror that his eyes followed her all the way down the street. Her smile was a slash of red with gleaming white teeth. "Hope Janey doesn't catch you with that bulge in your pants, sweetie." She laughed to herself. Nancy wriggled in satisfaction against the rich leather. "Good thing I wore panties," she thought, "I would be spotting the seat cover, for sure." James Wolf was standing waiting for her in the visitors' lot of the ITG building when she arrived. He was tall enough that her height in heals was not a threat. Nancy got out of the car to great him with a handshake and big smile. They stood talking for a moment, exchanging pleasantries and introductions. She knew that she had already made an impression. His expression was one of mild submission. The day was already getting hot and she could feel a light perspiration beginning. "Shall we go then? she asked, then allowed him to open her door. That was always a decision to be made, to be the with-it modern woman and insist on holding the door for the male customer, or let her femininity work for her and let him feel masculine about holding her door. Femininity won this time. Nancy swung her legs slowly under the wheel, talking all the while and especially looking up into his eyes as his darted between her green eyes and the hem of the lavender dress which insisted on riding up amazingly high on her thighs. She didn't bother to pull it down, preferring the carefree attitude it gave her. "Well, why don't you tell me about your wife and your housing needs while I concentrate on my driving? Anything you can tell me about likes, dislikes, life style, etc. will help us find just the right house as soon as possible. I know what a pain it is when you are in the limbo between homes on these moves! I want to do everything I can to shorten that time for you.." She smiled quickly at the traffic light and caught his eyes concentrating on her thighs. "Oh, sure. Sure. Good idea." He stumbled a little, then went on with a continuous discussion of family and preferences. "I've picked a few houses this morning that will let us cover quite a range - you know, give you a quick look at what is available. Let you form an opinion of the neighborhoods; sound OK?" "Great. OK if I call you Nancy?" "Wouldn't have it any other way, James. You'll find us pretty informal out here." She almost slipped and called him honey. Not that informal. She thought to herself. The first house was a two story with cathedral ceiling and a long hall upstairs with open railing all the way along it overlooking the large great-room below. The occupants were out of the house, but it didn't look like they had quite got it picked up as she would have liked. Nancy moved around turning on lights and moving a few objects out of sight and explained the layout. "Nice kitchen, don't you think?" she said, trying to get a reaction she could read. "Mmmmm." He muttered, staring over the large but cluttered room. "The bedrooms are upstairs. I'll lead the way, if you like." She didn't pause, but strode upstairs and felt his eyes on her calves all the way. Nancy knew her heels would look soft and round perched on those high, translucent heels. She paused abruptly and felt his inadvertent touch on her back as she turned to point out the nice size of the great room and the well-draped windows over-looking a very green lawn. At the top of the stairs she turned again to find that he hadn't moved yet, looking over the room. When he began climbing again, his eyes met her pretty toes at eye level. He seemed struck dumb for a moment. Her toes were all completely exposed and they were lovely. James wasn't sure why they were so sexy, but of course, it was because they were singularly pretty toes and they were being carefully showcased. Embarrassed to be caught staring, he said, "I'm really sorry, Nancy, but your toes are absolutely elegant! I'm sorry if I was staring." "Why, thank you, James. I don't mind if you do stare. I think they are pretty shoes, also." She eased up on him by talking about the shoes instead, though they both knew what he was staring at. Nancy was thrilled at his attention. "This is the master bedroom, of course." She swept into the room and immediately found a pair of panties and a lacy bra lying on the foot of the bed. "Ooops, busy Mom, I guess." She picked them up and carefully folded them in front of him, noting the effect on his eyes. "Men are so funny about women's underwear," she thought. She kept the dainty garments in her hand as she pointed the way to the bath, then dropped them into a clothes hamper. They were finished with the house and she said. "James, if there is anything you would like to review, just go right ahead and I will call to make sure the next house is ready for us." James went downstairs into the back of the house and Nancy stood at the railing over the great room dialing her cell phone. While she was talking with the next client, James appeared below and looked up at her, a question on his face. She stood close to the railing, pressing her tummy against it. James gulped silently and looked away for a moment, then got braver. From where he stood he had a lovely view under her dress. She was not looking at him, but talking and staring out the window. James didn't know what to do. But he was captured by the sight of her long legs sweeping up to white panties under the dress. The brilliant sunlight streaming in the large windows illuminated the sheer material of her dress and bathed her thighs, stockings, and pussy-imprinted panties in a bright lavender light. It was like standing in an 18th Century Cathedral with sunlight filtered by old stained glass. The sight of towering good legs with perfectly fitting nylon stockings and then a brief flash of white skin between panties and stocking tops took his breath away. Nancy seemed oblivious to his gaze and to his discomfort. In fact, she spread her feet just a little bit more. He continued his rapt gaze, imagining that he could even see a moist spot in the panel that covered her pussy. She put one leg out and moved her toe in an arc around the heel of her shoe and finally looked down to admire her toes and the face of James, looking sheepish far below. Still she made no move to avoid his abject admiration, but finished her call and carefully tucked the phone into her purse. "Shall we go, then James?" waiting for his reply before closing her legs and moving toward the stairs. She was smiling as she preceded him down the sidewalk and again let him open her door. She thought she noticed a hint of a bulge in his pants as he got into the other side and swiped his wrist across the prominent area. Her panties were flooded and the heat of the day had her nylons feeling a little clammy, too. The air conditioner vent below the steering wheel blew a welcome column of cool air between her thighs cooling her off. Nancy noticed her nipples were very prominent in the sheer dress. She sat up straight to enhance the effect as she talked about the next house on her list. James' eyes were clamped on her nipples as she spoke. The tables on the veranda of the restaurant were glass topped. "Whew, it is a warm one, isn't it." she said. "Still, it will be nice out here under the trees, don't you think?" James agreed and they were soon seated in the cool shade of a large tree. Nancy slipped her dress hem half way up her golden thighs. James stared past the menu and through the glass table to watch as Nancy let the mule dangle slightly from her foot. She flexed the toes and her feet were animated as she talked and laughed gaily throughout the meal. All the time her sensual toes did a little dance; a sexy little dance. She uncrossed her legs and leaned toward him, the seat pressed her thighs in a sexy bulge. James could imagine what lay at the top of the tunnel of her warm looking thighs. When she re-crossed the lovely legs, she would have to rearrange her skirt. Between her wriggling feet and pretty knees, he was kept quite busy. "Well, Nancy, I think this has been an incredibly productive morning. I 've enjoyed seeing .. uh, everything, really, and .. I can't wait to see more, .. uh, .. as we go along." Nancy assured him that she felt the same way and then dropped him back in his parking lot. She pointed her right knee at him as he leaned through the window to say goodbye, his eyes on the white spot that the nylon pressed into the tan of her knee. "Been a pleasure, Nancy. Let's see, I'll be back two weeks Monday, will that be OK for you? "Yes, certainly, and I look forward to meeting your wife, James. You tell her not to worry about a thing, we're going to find that house of her dreams real quickly, you hear?' It had been an interesting day, Nancy thought. "My god, what an attractive man!" she thought as she eased onto the Freeway. She loved breezing along like this in mid afternoon, before traffic got too heavy. She pulled her skirt back into her lap to catch the cooling air of the air conditioner. Her hand lay in her lap casually at first. Then on an impulse, she slipped her hand between her legs to feel just how deep that pool of moisture in her panties was. "Quite wet. Quite wet." She smiled to herself and fondled the satin finish of her panties, pressing tightly into the moist her warm pussy. She grinned at a good looking Italian leaning out his truck window for a better view. When she pulled into the driveway at home, Bill was standing in his yard inspecting the work that had been done. She parked in front of the garage and he approached. She made no move to pull her dress down out of her lap. A quick glance at Bill's eyes told her that he could see the white panties above her stocking tops. They talked awhile about the real estate market as she wriggled her red toes, cloaked in the sheer nylon of her stockings and dangled her mule carelessly. "Well, I have GOT to get a shower. I'm really wilted, Bill!" She fanned herself with her file folder and reached for the door. "I'm dying to get out of these hose!" "You don't look it, Nancy. Fresh as this morning!" he beamed. "But I know how that highway makes you feel. I'm about to do the same. Uh, .. not the stockings, but, .. well, you know." He grinned sheepishly, turned on by this banter about her underwear. Nancy opened the door and headed upstairs. She noticed wryly that Bill seemed in a hurry to get home now that she was going inside. Nancy's bedroom was on the side of the house facing Bill's home office. In the dark of the room, she saw a brief light from an open door, shut immediately. She left the slats of the blinds partly open and faced the windows as she began slowly to pull the hem of the dress up her thighs. Bill watched as the tops of her stockings were revealed, her legs looking lovely. Then the Vee of panties stretched over her mound, plump and full looking, came into view, The sheer dress continued upward and Nancy held it before her, blocking his view. Reaching for a hanger, she revealed a delectably curved bottom, snugly hugged by white panties taut over the crease of her bottom and seeming to cup the full round shape of each cheek as it tucked into her thighs. She stood like this, giving Bill time to drink her in. "Ohmigod, look at that ass!" he murmured softly. She hung the dress in the closet and turned again. "Ohhhh, sweet Nancy, .. your breasts, .. are sooo lovely." His voice was quiet, slightly and choked with excitement. She touched her nipples, seeming to be rubbing the aches of the day from them. They were jutting sharply from round breasts. Still facing him, she tucked her thumbs under the waistband ot the half panties, trimmed with lace at the top and sides, and pushed downward. The curls of her pussy were nicely trimmed so that her mound was set off with an inverted triangular patch pointing toward the heaven of her pussy. She stood for a few moments, fondling the patch of hair, and then stepped down from the high heels and padded directly toward him to stand idly staring our through two slats of the blinds. Again Bill was afraid that she was staring directly into his eyes. She tugged hard at the pull cord, raising the blind with a clatter. She pretended this was necessary so she could roll out the window to let fresh air in. She stood tall in her 3 inch heals and stretched languidly. Bill stood still, his hand reaching under his shorts, toying with the uncircumcised head of his cock, now wet with pre-cum. He twirled around and around the swollen member now pointing down his leg. He slipped the foreskin over the head bathed in his precum. His hand suddenly filled with the first spurt of his cum and then a second. He stood watching her as his body sagged. He thought that her hand was active on her pussy, but he couldn't be sure. Suddenly, she seemed startled and took a step back, seemed to think a moment, then stepped forward again. The blind in another room, the one next to Bill's, had moved. Nancy thought quickly. Who could that be? A second watcher? She continued fondling herself. The blinds in the second room were jiggling as if someone behind them was .. well, she didn't know what they were doing for sure. Could it be? Slowly, she lowered the blinds and closed the slats, leaving her admirers to climb down from the emotional heights they had been climbing with her help. She lay on her bed, hand tucked under her pussy, and smiled heartily at the thought of another watcher surprising her from the same house. It was mind-blowing and terribly exciting. Nancy's probing finger was drenched in a new flood of her juices as she pressed her mound in loving circles against the palm of her hand.