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A Conference Legacy Ch. 01

By: barelegs



Chapter 1: How it started

My feelings for Louise were for the most part ambivalent. She was, in comparison with most of the girls who work in our office, very attractive, yet her face was probably only average on a scale of one to 5. What made her stand out from the other girls in the office was the way she dressed. The dress code in our Company could best be described as "smart-casual", which always leaves the women, particularly the young ones, with much more

Flexibility than the men. Louise always wore plain tops, half-length sleeves, subdued colours, high neck-lines, and so on. Her skirts and dresses, on the other hand, were nearly always very short, or if not, slit to mid thigh to accentuate the appearance of her extremely long slender legs! Even though the office was well air-conditioned, from May till the end of October she never wore nylons, and she appeared to positively delight in showing off her very sexy smooth bare legs. It wasn't just what she wore, but how she presented herself. She always seemed to find a way of positioning herself so that my attention, and that of every other red-blooded male in the office, was drawn to those alluring long legs. Increasingly often, I found myself wanting to reach out and touch them, and stroke them, but I new this could, and almost certainly would, land me in a whole heap of trouble that I really didn't need.

Then, one Tuesday morning, Louise telephoned me to say that my boss Monica had asked her to check out my availability for a sales conference in Madrid in two weeks time. The conference would entail me giving a presentation on the application of the financial project management software package (FigureSkate Plus) which the Company had been developing. Monica had suggested that, since Louise had been extensively user testing it as a project co-ordinator, she might make a very suitable co-presenter for me. 

The assignment would entail presentations on two days, (on

Wednesday and Thursday afternoons and hosting a reception on

Thursday evening. She had suggested that Louise might like to take in a shopping opportunity on Friday morning, and that we return to the UK on Friday evening.

My heart leapt at the prospect, and I could barely contain my delight and anticipation at spending two nights in the company of our leggiest of leggy staff member. I managed to ask Louise if she felt ok about the idea before expressing my own enthusiasm about it, and to my delight she said that she thought it would be really "cool". She said that she had never been to Spain before and really wanted to see Madrid in the summer.

She asked me what I thought she should wear, and I decided to be non-committal, but did add that Madrid could be very hot in July, and that I wasn't sure how wised up the Spaniards were likely to be on air conditioning, either in hotels or in their conference venues.

"I'll bring something cool to wear then," she said with what I felt was definitely a hint of a knowing giggle.

I arranged two meetings with Louise during the next fortnight, to plan and prepare our presentation for the conference. The first meeting took place in Monica's office, a small but comfortably furnished individual office, in which was a desk with two chairs, along with two filing cabinets and a two-seater sofa with a coffee table in front of it. I sat in Monica's chair, working at her computer, which I used to produce a first draft time flow plan of our 50-minute presentation. Louise sat on the sofa, placing a folder of notes on the coffee table in front of her.

"I feel more relaxed sitting here," she said, smiling broadly, "is that ok?"

"Yes, of course!" I replied casually, trying not to look at the way she was sitting. She positioned herself at one end of the sofa, and, having discarded her flimsy sandals, she swung her legs around, hooking her left leg over the far arm, letting her right foot rest on the floor. Glancing round, I had a wonderful view of most of her beautiful bare legs, and in particular, of her smooth inner thighs. I rapidly returned my eyes to the computer screen, deciding as I did so that her choice of position was no coincidence.

We finished our planning session in good time, and I decided to make us both a cup of coffee, using the filter machine which resided on top of the filing cabinet at the head end of the sofa.

Louise turned to sit in a more conventional position as I placed a rather uninviting disposable cup of coffee on the table in front of her next to her folder of papers.

"I'm really looking forward to this trip." she said. "I think we should really knock 'em dead, knowing your skills with

PowerPoint."

I accepted this compliment, and refrained from observing that it was more likely to be her legs that "knocked 'em dead". I suggested that I would put together some slides and draft some speaker's notes based on our discussion, and that we should have a further meeting in the training room next week so we could run through the presentation for real, and do some timings to make sure everything we wanted to cover would fit into the allotted time slot.

"Sounds good to me," she smiled, reaching forward to take hold of her drink. As she did so, her already very short skirt rode up her long bare legs, until there was definitely more of her legs revealed above the knee than was covered by her skirt. She did not adjust her skirt as she straightened herself to drink her coffee.

"I still don't really know what to wear for the presentation," she said somewhat shyly, "Do you think something like this would be ok?"

"Why yes," I replied, carefully, "I think people will certainly remember the girl with the pretty legs and with practical experience of "FigureSkate Plus!"

She didn't respond verbally, but as she collected up our disposable cups to lob them in the bin at the other end of the sofa, I was certain I detected a wink in her eye.

"You don't think this skirt will be too short then?" she asked with a shy smile.

"Louise," I replied, glancing down at her beautiful long legs, "it isn't for me to say, is it?"

"Well, no, I suppose not, but it's you I will be working with, so I suppose I would really like your opinion."

"Well, for what it's worth, I think it shows off your" attributes" perfectly!"

"Thanks for the compliment!" she smiled.

We ended our meeting without further incident. I was keen to see what would happen next Wednesday at the final run-through.

(To be continued soon)...

A Conference Legacy Ch. 02



Chapter Two: 

Preparation

Our second meeting was fixed for the same time the next week. I booked the training room in some anticipation - but anticipation of what, I Was not entirely sure. Whenever I sat down at my computer to try to write the slides and notes I had promised Louise, I found myself staring blankly at the screen, thinking about the casual

View she had given me of her beautiful long bare legs. It was Almost as though she had somehow deliberately implanted the image of her smooth beautifully tanned skin, and the sensuous curves of her long bare legs, permanently in my brain. I was becoming obsessed with her irresistible legs. I wanted to be able to experience their Texture now that I had seen them almost to their full extent. I even imagined that I had caught a glimpse of her panties, - even though I knew in reality that I Hadn't.

It occurred to me in my musings that there was not a sofa in the Training room, so I was unlikely to get a repeat performance,

And I wondered if and when this would ever happen again. Would I have to wait until Madrid? Would it happen then?

On the Monday, two days before the scheduled second preparation Meeting, I had an e-mail from Louise, attached to which were

Some bulleted notes about what she would be covering in her part of the presentation, asking me to make sure that these points were reflected in the slides and speaker's notes I was preparing. She Added at the end that Monica's office would be free at 4:30 that Afternoon if I was free to have a quick chat about the content. This seemed to me to be a somewhat unnecessary pre-meeting arrangement, and I was slightly irritated because I already had

Another deadline to meet that afternoon. I decided to let it lie for a while, and to see if I could make up any time during the Morning before replying.

At about 12:15, my incoming e-mail alert chimed out, and I saw in my inbox a meeting request. It said:

"From: Louise Green

Subject: Madrid preparation issues

When: 4:30pm

Location: the comfortable room

Required: Becton Charles

Priority: high."

Without assessing the progress of my other work, I clicked the "accept" button.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. I ate a sandwich at my Work station, and found myself thinking, as usual these days, About Louise, and more particularly about those beautiful legs Of hers. I wondered again why she had fixed this extra meeting. Once again, I felt a sense of anticipation, though again I did not know exactly what I was anticipating. I knew for certain, however, that it was something to do with those fascinating legs! All I could remember was the vivid image of her long bare legs, and I contented myself with the hope that I would almost certainly get to see them again that afternoon!

At 4:30pm precisely, I walked briskly along to Monica's office, carrying a laptop with my draft slide presentation loaded onto

Its desktop. On my arrival I found the door closed, with a hand-written "DO NOT DISTURB" sign hanging on the outer handle. I knocked, and Louise's soft voice answered.

"Come in, Charles," it cooed, almost inaudibly against the hum and hiss of the air conditioning system. I entered the room, to find Louise stretched out on the sofa, waiting for me. She had both her legs over the short sofa's arm at its further end, and had positioned them slightly apart so I could see fully their wonderful contours. Her skirt might as well not have existed. I walked casually over to the work station and found a space for my laptop. 

"Hello, Louise!" I said cheerfully, as I disconnected the monitor from Monica's PC and connected it to my laptop.

"Hello Charles," she replied softly.

I looked across and smiled at her, taking in a spectacular view of her very long very beautiful bare legs.

She smiled slightly, and shifted her right leg, exposing a bit more of her firm smooth thighs. I turned away, and loaded the slide presentation. When I turned back, Louise was lying with her knees raised, with a clipboard propped up against her legs. Her head was turned towards the screen on the desk in front of me, and she checked off each slide against her bulleted list. She nodded appreciatively as she compared each slide with her own text.

"That's absolutely brilliant," she said with a congratulatory grin., leaning over to place her now redundant clipboard on the floor beside her, and allowing her skirt to ride up even further, exposing almost all of her glorious legs.

"There's nothing I need you to change! You deserve a reward, Charles!"

With that, she sat up, allowing her skirt to ride still higher up her legs. Her legs were very long indeed, smooth, and perfectly shaved. She let them part slightly further as she crossed her ankles. I could now clearly see the white cotton band between her legs! 

"Will this do?" she asked softly.

I didn't know what to say. I just sat sideways at Monica's desk, staring in disbelief at the vision in front of me. I had a completely unimpeded, unobstructed view of the sexiest pair of legs I had ever seen, and it was completely freely given, or so I thought.

"Don't you like my legs, Charles?" she asked in a low murmur.

"Louise," I started to say, "I'm not sure---"

"Well, I am! You look as though you are pretty sure! In fact I'd say you were pretty damned sure! Sure that you'd like to do more than just look at my legs! Am I right Charles?"

"Louise, can we---"

She interrupted me abruptly before I could complete my sentence.

"Yes we can, and we can do it right here if you want to. You don't have to go through the motions of trying to get me drunk on cheap red wine in Madrid before you get round to stroking my legs! You can do it right here and now! Who knows what else you might be thinking about? There are limits though. Let me show you!"

She slowly and very deliberately pulled her short skirt up round her waist, exposing her tight white cotton panties. She started to stroke her legs sensuously, running her hands slowly up the insides of her naked thighs. When her fingers reached her crotch, they came to a stop. After a few gentle tantalizing strokes between her legs, they remained stationary, resting on the thin cotton band between her legs. She opened her legs very wide, to allow me to see both her index fingers, pressing herself firmly but gently , the palms of her hands resting on the inside of her thighs. The sight was unimaginably arousing!

"No further than this!" she said in a somewhat instructional tone.

"Well, answer me Charles," she continued in the same vain, "don't you like my legs?"

Again, I was rendered almost speechless.

"Well, of course I do! I---"

"Charles, you don't have to bother to explain! I've seen your eyes feasting on my bare legs every time you come into contact with me! I can't help having been blessed with a fantastic pair of legs now, can I? Actually, I can't resist them myself."

She started her legs-stroking routine again.

"I really like the idea of men finding my legs irresistible too!"

She beckoned to me, and I got up from my seat at the desk and walked hesitantly over towards her.

"Kneel down here sweetheart." she said with a broad grin on her face. She pointed to the area of carpeted floor between her legs.

"I don't think you'll have any trouble getting a proper look at my legs from there!"

I complied obediently, kneeling down in front of her between her long brown legs. As I shuffled into position, she took my right hand and placed it firmly on the inside of her left knee. My left hand was steadying myself, ensuring my balance. She took it and placed it in a position exactly symmetrical with that of my right.

She uncrossed her ankles, placing the soles of her bare feet together, causing her knees to fall wider apart. I gazed in amazement, my eyes wondering up and down her long smooth legs. I saw my own hands resting on the insides of her lower thighs, and I was so astonished at the situation in which I found myself that I could not even begin to move my hands.

"Stroke my legs if you want, sweetheart, there's no one to stop you here!" she sighed. "I could do with a bit of tension release!" The mere' mention of tension release caused my mind to wonder to the pressure I could feel inside my thin summer trousers. I found myself stupidly hoping she could not see the growing bulge which I was sure was evident to her from where she was sitting,

Until I realized that embarrassment was neither necessary nor appropriate.

"What do you think, Charles?" she asked softly.

"You've got fantastic legs, Louise!" I said falteringly.

"I know, I told you that myself!" she said. "You just enjoy my legs while you can!"

I considered this invitation carefully. There was I, a team leader and senior project manager, in my boss's office, being openly propositioned by a young junior female project assistant, with no witnesses, having already compromised any authority or status I might ever have thought I had. I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, I decided! There was absolutely no way I could resist the allure of those lovely long bare legs!

She sat back, extending her shapely legs fully in front of her. My hands ran in parallel down from her knees to her slender ankles. As they moved back up her legs, my fingers reached round to caress the firm muscles of her calves, and came to rest behind her knees. I turned my wrists so that the backs of my hands brushed gently against the cool under-sides of her thighs.

She shuddered slightly. I ran the backs of my hands further up the insides of her legs, finally turning my palms so that my fingertips could explore the wonderful smooth warm skin on the inside of her bare legs. Both hands were now perilously close to her two index fingers, which were again resting lightly on the thin material between her legs.

"How do you like my legs now, Charles?" she asked, placing both her fingers over mine and pressing them gently but firmly into her cotton-covered crotch.

"Louise!" I replied my mouth dry and my voice slightly rasping in quality, "Like them! I absolutely love your legs! I just want to--too--be near them, to touch them - all the bloody time!"

"Well, Charles, I think that qualifies you as my latest legs slave!" she said, with a note of triumph in her voice.

Louise gently pulled my hands away from between her legs, and re-introduced them to the smooth skin of her inner thighs.

"Charles!" she said softly, "I want you to be able to enjoy these legs of mine whenever you want to! And, when you can't, I want you to imagine that you are stroking my legs as often as you like! That way, me and my beautiful bare legs will always be in your mind! Just think! After today you'll never be able to think about me without thinking about touching my bare legs! You'll never be able to see a pretty girl with a short skirt and not think about stroking my long sexy bare legs! I've got you now, Charles, or rather me and my legs have! You're our legs slave, our prisoner!"

She closed her smooth strong calves around my waist to reinforce the point, and pulled my head down so that my face nuzzled into the narrow channel between her smooth thighs, which felt warm and inviting against my flushed cheeks.

I began to kiss her legs, gently pulling her knees apart. Higher and higher I went, until my nose brushed against her cottonpanties.

"You'll have to wait for Madrid until you get "upgraded"!" she said, somewhat sternly and mysteriously, "Just concentrate on my legs for now please, and think yourself very lucky to be allowed to do so!"

She lay back and opened her legs wide. I took each of her beautiful legs in turn, and ran my tongue from the inside of her knee to the tight tempting elastic of her panties. She smelled fresh and sweet and as my tongue approached her gorgeous v, she pushed her fingers eagerly inside her panties. I could both see and hear them enter her wet vagina!

"I bet you can't wait to do this yourself, can you?" she teased, withdrawing her fingers and wiping them across my lips. I licked

Them eagerly, tasting her potent sweet juices.

Suddenly, she withdrew her hand from my mouth, and pulled my head up and away from its resting place between her legs.

"Right! That's enough for today!" she said sharply, standing up and pulling her skirt down. It only just covered the tops of her legs. I found myself stroking and squeezing her smooth bare legs in turn, in a kind of good-bye gesture. 

"That's right, Charles, say good-bye to my lovely bare legs!" she taunted. "Perhaps you'll see them again on Wednesday afternoon at our final run-through - who knows!"

With that, she brushed my hand aside, gathered up her papers from beside the sofa, and swept out of the room, leaving me very frustrated and very confused, and, not surprisingly, extremely horny. Louise (or rather her wonderful legs) had indeed enslaved me. I could think of nothing else but those beautiful long smooth bare legs for the next two days. I could not wait for Wednesday afternoon to come around!

---- (Continued) 



A Conference Legacy Ch. 03



CHAPTER THREE: The FINAL REHEARSAL

When it arrived, Wednesday was hot and sunny. The journey to work was a nightmare. Every girl I saw on the train journey into work seemed to scream "touch my legs please". The skirts were short, the heels were high, and the legs were universally bare. True, some were browner, or more slender and shapely than others, but they were all eminently strokeable! None however matched my vivid memory of Louise's wonderful very sexy legs.

I saw her briefly at lunchtime, returning from the sandwich run. She was as provocatively dressed as ever; tight top, short white skirt, and incomparable bare and very brown legs!

She just winked at me and gave me a kind of "see you later" smile. When 3:30 came around, I made my way to the training room, once again armed with my laptop with my slide presentation loaded on its desktop. I had decided that, at the very least, I was going to get inside her tight little panties before the afternoon was out, but I did not know quite how the opportunity would present itself. I had not, however, accounted for Louise's strong determination to remain completely and utterly in control.

This was demonstrated immediately I reached the training room. As before, when I had arrived so full of anticipation at Monica's office, I found the training room door closed, with the same hand-written "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the outside. Once again, I knocked and was softly and quietly invited to enter. This time, there was no couch on which Louise could sprawl to show off her legs. Instead, she was standing waiting by the lectern, her notes ready in her hand. Her tight white top showed off the curves of her breasts magnificently, but her short white skirt had been replaced by a pair of tight black trousers!

Her lovely legs were completely covered. 

Louise conducted the final rehearsal very much in the manner of a theatrical director. She had plotted out the sequencing, timing and subject allocations for the presentation, and ran through them with almost military precision. She asked me to run the slide show to check it against her presentation plan. The fit was perfect. She handed me a pre-prepared schedule, detailing my inputs (with timings), asking me to make my own additions linking my contribution to the slide numbers.

"I feel a bit redundant," I said, half joking.

"Well I can assure you, you're not! Remember, it's your show. I intend to make sure it's your show! I'm just the assistant. I see it as my job to make sure that everything - and I mean EVERYTHING - is planned and prepared for." she said.

"So, nothing else to be done now then?" I asked, thinking about her remarkable change of dress, but not saying so.

"Almost nothing more," she smiled, "but there is some advice I need from you."

"Advice about what?" I asked genuinely curious.

"Advice about my appearance," she replied.

"You look great to me," I said, but obviously not as convincingly as I thought.

"I want you to pretend you're a judge, sort of like at a beauty competition," she continued. "I've got some outfits I want to show you. I want you to tell me which ones you like best. Come with me!"

Louise walked over to the door of a small ante-room, in which were a long table and two chairs, beside one of which was a large open holdall, in which, clearly visible, were several girls' outfits, all skirt-top combinations, and all of which had very short high quality cotton mini-skirts as their dominant feature.

She closed the door behind us, and locked it. She took the four outfits out of the holdall, placing them neatly on one of the chairs.

"Sit down, Charles," she beckoned, pointing to the vacant chair which was positioned half-way along the long side of the table.

"Which one shall I start with?" she asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I don't know, they all look very - um - acceptable from here," I said, glancing towards the chair next to me.

I was just beginning to wonder how she intended me to make a decision.

"You can't see them properly like that, can you?" she said, somewhat scornfully, "I'll just have to model them for you in turn, and then you can tell me!"

With that, she started to remove her top. She then took off her shoes and unzipped her trousers, sliding them rapidly down to the floor, revealing her lovely long bare legs.

"Better now?" she smiled, "Now you've got a chance to look at my bare legs again?"

She hopped up onto the table in front of me, at one end of which she had placed her empty holdall. She lay back, using the bag as temporary support for her head.

"Why don't you put my skirt on for me Charles?" She said, grabbing the first of the four similarly styled but differently coloured tops from the chair beside and sliding it over her head. She lay immediately in front of me, wearing only a top and a pair of brief white panties. Her legs were tightly closed to allow me to slide the skirt up to her waist.

I picked up the first of the four pelmet skirts and moved down to the foot end of the table. She raised her knees slightly and I slid the garment over her feet and slowly pulled it up her beautiful long legs. She raised her bottom slightly to allow me space to pull the skirt up over her hips. She reached down, and fastened the clasp. She lowered herself, and allowed her legs to return to a flat fully extended position.

"Now, Charles," she sighed, "how does that look?"

"Fine!" I replied quietly.

She asked me to get a red top from the chair. She removed the white one she had on and asked me to put the red one on for her. I did so, feeling her firm breasts through the thin flesh-coloured bra for the first time.

"How's that sweetheart?" she asked.

"Perfect!" I responded.

She then asked me to remove her skirt and replace it with a slightly tighter and even shorter version. She unfastened the hook and eye clip and I took hold of the cotton garment by the edges of the hem, letting my palms rest gently on her bare legs as I slid the skirt down their full length, and off over her feet. I picked up the replacement, and repeated the processes as before, awaiting my cue as she raised first her knees and then her bottom. We repeated the process twice more, swapping essentially similar outfits and comparing detail. All of them revealed her body and her lovely long smooth legs beautifully, and I suggested to her that it really didn't matter which ones she took, or which top was worn with which skirt. They all went equally well together.

The spectacle of those beautiful bare legs was doing unspeakable things with my libido. I decided that I definitely had to have sex with Louise,, and very soon, perhaps even here and now!

I thought – and hoped - my chance would come when she asked me to remove the final skirt and to replace it with her trousers. But she didn't, or not quite.

In fact, as I had anticipated, she did ask me to remove the skirt, which I did, slowly and deliberately as before, taking every opportunity to stroke her bare legs as I did so. Then, to my complete surprise, she asked me to take off her panties!

I stared at her legs, and started to run my hands up the insides of her smooth thighs. As my fingers reached her crotch, she opened her legs and placed her hands over mine, pressing my fingers against her cotton-clad mound.

"You don't have to wait, Charles," she said in a low whisper, "just take them off! Then you can explore me properly!"

I placed my thumbs under the thin material and pulled her panties slowly down the full length of her lovely long bare legs. When I had removed the skimpy panties, I placed them carefully with her various now abandoned outfits on the chair beside me. When I looked back, she had opened her legs wide, fully revealing her young sweet pussy. Her index fingers were resting between her legs, pulling her outer lips apart. My hands ran up the length of her smooth bare legs, and as I approached her vagina, she removed one hand from between her legs, and held her outer lips open with the thumb and index finger of the other. Her free hand rested over the extended fingers of my right hand, guiding them into her exposed vagina. Once my hesitant finger had entered her, she reached forward, skilfully unzipping my trousers and effortlessly entering my underpants, gripping my hard penis very firmly.

"I bet you'd like to fuck me now, wouldn't you!?" she hissed as my right hand explored the depths of her tight young pussy.

"Of course I would Louise!" I replied breathlessly.

"Well Charles, you'll just have to wait, won't you! Everything comes to those who wait!"

With that, Louise sat up, pulled my hand out from between her legs, and leaned forward and kissed me passionately on the lips.

"I think that will have to do until Madrid!" she said firmly.

She climbed down from the table, and, without saying another word, pulled on her panties, dressed herself, and gathered up her collection of outfits, placing them tidily in her holdall.

"See you next Tuesday, then, sweetheart!" she said with the very broad and overtly sexy grin.

She turned round as she left the room, and smiled seductively as she watched my totally dazed expression.

"Just think of what might be in store for you in Madrid!" she said, gently closing the door behind her.

I sat down on one of the now empty chairs to collect my thoughts, and sort out my own clothing before leaving the room and returning to my sterile office. 

What had I got myself into? What on earth was this girl with the fabulous legs doing to me?

I was certain of one thing, and that was that I was caught, hook, line and sinker! She had managed to lure me with those wonderful long legs of hers into doing almost anything she wanted. It was just like taking candy from a baby - and I was definitely the baby!

(Continued) 



A Conference Legacy Ch. 04



Chapter Four: The Plot Thickens

I had no direct contact with Louise for the remainder of that week. She called me the next day to say that the flights and hotel had been booked, and that we would be departing on Tuesday evening from Heathrow at 6:10pm, arriving at Madrid at 9:15 local time. It would be a two-hour five minute flight. Transport from the airport would be provided by RightWay, our conference hosts, from Madrid International Airport to the Madrid Plaza Hotel, which would also be the conference venue. Louise suggested that we travel together by cab to the airport, and, bearing in mind we would need at least a two hour check-in window, that we should leave at 2:00pm from the office. Bearing in mind my absolute requirement for a pre-flight drink, I agreed readily, looking forward to a relaxed start to our journey. I was glad that Louise at least appeared to share my views about the importance of a stress-free journey. She sounded slightly excited, not to say agitated, when discussing the arrangements, and I could not easily discern whether this was out of positive anticipation or pre-flight anxiety. I decided that this was not rally my problem, and tried to put her and her captivating legs out of my mind, at least until the next week. I simply got my head down, and concentrated on work that was not connected with either Louise or the Madrid project. I have to say, however, that every time I saw a pretty girl, particularly one wearing a short skirt, and with anything like acceptable legs, and especially any girl with bare legs, my thoughts returned to Louise, and her simply unbeatable legs.

The Tuesday of our departure dawned bright and clear. It was seasonally warm and pleasant, and the weather (and the journey to work) turned my mind to the prospect of lechery and impending legsury.

I arrived at the office, complete with small suitcase and even smaller flight bag, in high anticipation of our trip.

When I logged on to pick up my e-mails, I found a short and slightly un-characteristic "good luck" message from Monica. She provided the names of a couple of decent-sounding restaurants in central Madrid, and the names of half a dozen potential clients she wanted me to follow up during the conference. All the contact names were female, and the e-mail was copied to Louise. She authorised a generous hospitality allowance to facilitate such contacts, and suggested I pick up the cash in Euros from Deborah Langman in the finance department at 12:00pm. Monica closed by saying that she hoped that we would have a successful and enjoyable trip, exhorting me to make sure I "looked out for" Louise.

I replied, thanking her for the contacts and for authorising the hospitality allowance. I decided not to respond to her final remark.

I was quietly pleased that I had been invited to liaise with Ms Langman. Since meeting up with Louise in the way that I had recently, I had become acutely aware that Deborah Langman was Louise's only serious rival (in the "irresistible legs" department). She was slim, about 5 feet 11 inches tall in flat shoes, and delighted, along with Louise, in the practice of exposing her spectacular legs as fully and as often as possible when ever she was in my presence, which was not, it has to be said, very often.

When I went down to the finance department, Deborah Langman, or Ms Langman, as she was more usually known, was sitting demurely at her work station. She swivelled round and rose to greet me as I entered the room, taking care to reveal almost the full length of her stunningly beautiful bare legs as she did so. She handed me a large brown envelope, which she had waiting for me.

"Everything's in there Charles, air tickets, hotel reservations, pick-up contact details, and your cash. There's a note from me summarizing everything you need to know. Hope you both have a good trip."

"Thanks Ms Langman." I replied very formally.

"Debbie, please!" she replied almost inaudibly.

"Ok! Debbie," I said without further comment.

"I wish I was coming!" she continued, "Louise is really excited about the trip. She's told me all about it. Sounds like you're both going to have a great time!"

"I hope so, Debbie, but business is business you know!"

With that, I smiled, and turned to walk away. As I did so, I caught a strange expression on Deborah Langman's very pretty face. It was a cross between a smile and a smirk, and it disappeared as soon as she clocked me looking at her.

I decided to risk a parting shot.

"I'm sure you'll get a full and accurate account of our activities, and expenditure, Debbie. I'll make sure Louise lets you know how we got on."

"I think she'll do that for herself!" she replied with a somewhat wry smile.

I wondered back to my office, and decided to transfer the contents of the cumbersome brown envelope to my flight bag.

Contained within the envelope were three separate pouches. The first contained both Louise's and my flight tickets and itinerary. These I placed in the front pocket of my flight bag alongside my passport.

The second contained several maps of the area around the hotel and of central Madrid. This too went into the same easy access pocket in the flight bag. 

The third held 2,000 euros, in cash, along with a record form and a neat little wallet with "for receipts" hand written in large letters. The form and wallet went into the flight bag pocket, and the cash I placed neatly folded in the back compartment of my now bulging wallet. I was just about to discard the apparently redundant brown envelope, when I noticed a small purple plastic folder still tucked inside it, with "PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL" in much smaller but recognizably similar handwriting to that on the receipt holder. Intrigued, I pealed it open, and found a brief hand written note which read as follows:

"Charles, if you get bored with Louise's legs, just take a look at mine!

Maybe you'd like to check them out properly when you get back?

Love (and kisses)

Debbie 

Attached to the note were three standard sized photographs. The first, shot from behind, showed a very tall girl in a very short skirt climbing a staircase, exhibiting a beautiful pair of very fit, very long legs. Even viewed from behind, it was very definitely Debbie. 

The second was of Debbie sitting slightly carelessly on a rather plush sofa in what looked like a hotel foyer. She was leaning casually against the low arm of the sofa, her long bare legs somewhat carelessly splayed, with her short skirt riding high up her curvaceous thighs. 

The third showed Debbie again, lying what can only be described as wantonly, on a chez longue, wearing only the briefest of bikinis, with her feet either side of the sun bed, her long legs parted just enough to expose the thin strip of flesh-coloured material between her lovely, long, absolutely flawless, totally gorgeous, smooth, bare legs.

I gave an involuntary low whistle, and hurriedly and rather guiltily spirited the photos away in my wallet for later perusal.

Things were getting very hot, I began to feel. 

Did Louise know about Debbie's note? 

Had she seen the photos? 

Were these two girls having some kind of weird "best legs" competition? 

If she did know about Debbie, did she care? 

Did I care? 

I really couldn't tell. 

One thing was for sure - I couldn't get Debbie's lovely long bare legs out of my head. I decided that both she and they would have to wait till I got back from Madrid. I had enough on my mind with Louise and her legs. She had turned me into a legs slave already! But what was Debbie planning?

(Continued) 



A Conference Legacy Ch. 05



Chapter FIVE: An incredible Journey

I spent the rest of the morning finalising the details of my presentation against Louise's precise presentation plan, and making sure that I had everything I needed for the trip. A last minute service inquiry, which could not wait and which could not be delegated, meant that I was still wrapping out e-mails when Louise popped her head round my office door to signal her readiness for departure.

"Are you ready, Charles?" she demanded in a manner which, if I had not had such a direct and intimate series of encounters with her, could rightfully be considered as a tad insubordinate.

"Yes, just coming!" I replied, not even looking up to meet her enthusiastic gaze.

When I did, I was pleasantly rewarded. She wore a broad smile, her long blond hair brushed back to reveal a radiant face. She also wore a very revealing top and a wonderfully short pale blue miniskirt. She slapped her bare thigh provocatively.

"Come on then, we've got a plane to miss!" she firmly encouraged me.

I hurriedly clicked the send button, closed Outlook, and shut down my PC. I gathered up my suitcase and flight bag, and followed Louise at a brisk pace down the corridor and into the already waiting lift. We found ourselves alone in the lift car, and, as soon as the doors had closed, and in the time it took to travel down from the 7th floor, she lifted her skirt, briefly showing me the full length of her bare legs.

"I bet you can't wait, sweetheart!" she said in a low murmur, letting her skirt fall back to its minimal full length. I did not respond. I simply followed her at a respectable distance out of the lift.

"Off somewhere nice?" asked Dawn, the pretty young receptionist, looking up from her PC screen.

"A conference in Madrid!" replied Louise, smiling broadly.

"Oh! Have a good trip! Don't do anything I wouldn't!" said Dawn with a slightly cheeky grin. Neither of us replied.

"Your car is here for you. The white Merc." said Dawn as we walked past the reception desk towards the exit door.

"Thanks Dawn," I replied, as we manipulated our luggage and ourselves through the clumsily small compartments of the somewhat pretentious revolving doors. I couldn't help thinking that Dawn herself was also a pretty good candidate for my "best legs in the office" award. Although not spectacular looking, she was definitely one of the "short skirts, bare legs" brigade. I had noticed her observing me sending investigative glances in the direction of her legs whenever she got up from behind her well-screened reception desk - and she seemed to relish my attention.

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The company always used an executive car service for its business trips, and the luxurious white Mercedes with as smoked glass windows was waiting for us right outside the building. The quietly spoken uniformed driver placed our cases in its capacious luggage compartment.

"Keeping your flight bags with you sir?" he asked.

"Yes please," I replied, speaking for both of us.

He opened the near side rear door, and Louise climbed in and shuffled across to the far side, making room for me to sit next to her in the back. I noticed that her skirt had ridden carelessly up her legs as she moved across to her seat.

"The back alright sir?" asked the driver politely, stealing a casual glance at Louise's extensive legs as he did so.

"Yes, sure." I replied, taking my place beside Louise. We both sank back into the soft leather seats as he gently closed the door with that self-satisfied low clunk associated with vehicles of this calibre. He checked that the door was fully closed, and walked round to the driver's side. I noticed that Louise had not adjusted the hem of her skirt.

"Heathrow, terminal two is it?" he asked, looking at his paperwork. I checked mine, and affirmed.

"You just relax now! We should be there in about 45 minutes. Don't worry, I'm not the chatting sort. I'll just put some music on, and you just sit back and enjoy the ride!"

He slid the tinted glass privacy window across with a reassuring click, as some innocuous mood music began to flow mellifluously from the high quality in-car 'entertainment system'. Louise pushed the leather-covered arm rest between our seats into its upright position and leaned into the far corner of the car, giving me a spectacular view of almost the full length of her perfect smooth bare legs. Her legs seemed to have a sort of luminescent glow about them somehow. They were perfectly smooth, and completely uniformly tanned. Neither a single hair, nor even the slightest hint of a blemish was discernable.

She saw me staring at her legs, and smiled with what can only be described as an expression of complete self-satisfaction on her beautiful face.

"Good, aren't they?" she said quietly, "I got them waxed last night, just for your benefit. My beautician Angela does a superb job, don't you think?"

"She certainly does!" I replied, not sure whether or not I was really being invited to respond.

Louise looked around her, seeming to check out the tint in the windows and the privacy screen. She kicked off her light shoes and gently swung her beautiful long legs up, and across my lap. I was initially somewhat surprised at this move until I remembered the total ease and complete comfort with which she had introduced me to her legs every time we had met in the last two weeks.

"You don't mind if I get comfortable do you Charles!" she asked. This time, I decided that I definitely was not being invited to respond. I said nothing, but folded my hands across my waist, at least six inches away from the remotest possibility of any direct contact with her smooth bare legs.

I continued to stare shamelessly at them, utterly captivated. I felt her left leg move across my lap towards the backs of my stationary hands. Her right leg remained in position. the result was that I was able to see the crotch of her panties where she had deliberately parted her legs. Her smooth warm calf brushed up against the backs of my hands, and, almost involuntarily, I began to stroke her legs, from her ankles to just above her knees, in long slow movements.

"It's ok, no one can see us!" she reassured me, taking hold of my hand' and guiding it onto her smooth warm inner thigh. "You take your time, sweetheart! You just explore my legs all you like - we won't have this sort of privacy on the plane, will we!"

"I suppose not," I replied. 

My fingers curled round to stroke the smooth cool skin on the under-side of her left thigh, my palm resting on its gorgeous inner surface. As my hand progressed further up her leg, she dropped her right foot to the floor of the car, creating a clear un-impeded pathway to the warm inviting space between her legs.

My fingers brushed against the crotch of her warm panties. There was no resistance.

I ran my fingers slowly and very gently up and down the thin band of cotton between her legs. Her legs opened still wider, enough to allow me to insert one finger under the elasticated side of her very brief panties. Louise shifted her position slightly, to create a little more space, and my finger insinuated itself readily into her wet warm slit. She closed her warm legs around my wrist, and my other hand began to stroke the full length of her lovely long bare legs.

The music meandered on continuously, as the car swept effortlessly along the busy M 4 motorway, through seemingly endless west London suburbs. There was nothing whatever to distract me from the enjoyment of Louise's complete sexual availability.

The combination of the sensation of her smooth thighs around my wrist, my finger inside her vagina and my other hand stroking both her long bare legs was simply heavenly.

"Happy?" she asked innocently, clearly observing my somewhat glazed expression.

"Very!" I replied, truthfully.

"Well, we've only got about 15 minutes till we reach the airport, so make the most of it!"

With that, she reached forward and skilfully un-zipped my fly, thrusting her hot little hand into my underpants. Her fingers gripped my already hard penis very firmly, her index finger playing over its engorged and lubricated head.

"You're wet already!" she commented without embarrassment. "I hope we don't end up staining your trousers!"

"You're pretty wet yourself Louise!" I replied, pushing a second eater finger inside her. "What happens if you hit the bell?"

"That's for you to find out, isn't it?" she teased, squeezing my wrist between her lovely warm bare legs.

We stroked and massaged each other slowly and gently, watching the suburbs give way to urban freeways and then finally to the entrance slip road to the airport itself. As we entered the tunnel which runs under the runways, Louise began to buck and writhe, pushing against my intruding hand in a massive orgasm.

"Great timing!" I said as she clamped her legs tightly around my hand. I pulled her hand out from inside my trousers, for fear I would shoot my load there and then.

"Yes, it sure was!" she panted, removing my hand somewhat reluctantly from between her legs. "But I'm afraid that you are going to have to wait - and it could be for quite a while!" 

I did not reply.

We gained a suitable level of composure as she put her shoes back on, and adjusted her skirt.

The car drew up at the dropping-off point outside terminal two, and the driver got out and came round, opening Louise's door to let her out first. As she got out of the car, I noticed a distinctive wet patch on the plush leather seat where she had been sitting. I wondered whether the driver would notice, and whether Louise's love juices would leave a stain!

I put the somewhat embarrassing question to the back of my mind, and, having signed his docket, helped the driver to remove our cases from the boot. Louise picked up her flight bag, grabbed her case, and, with me in close pursuit, headed swiftly for the terminal entrance.



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The check-in process for Iberia Airways flight to Madrid was smooth and pleasant enough. The company had booked us into business class, so we were able to use the air line's express check-in and their facilities in the business class lounge, (shower, bar, etc.) for the two and a half hours before our flight departed.

We decided to have a couple of "calming drinks" before the flight, as it was going to be quite a short one, so we both opted for gin and tonics.

"I've only been to Spain once before, and that was when I was about 15." said Louise as we sipped our drinks, sitting side by side on an airport lounge sofa in the Iberia Business Lounge.

I couldn't help wondering what her legs looked like when she was 15, but decided not to think about that any further. "I think you'll find the gins are a bit more generous than these in Madrid!" I remarked, remembering the Spanish abhorrence of optics.

"Fine by me," responded Louise. "I must say, whenever I fly, I have to have as much gin as possible. Actually, Charles, I have to admit that I really don't like flying that much. In fact, I suppose I'm pretty flight phobic!"

This surprised me, in someone so young and otherwise self-confident as Louise.

"What helps?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"Drink, and plenty of distractions!" she replied, with a somewhat tense smile.

"Well, Iberia can provide the former, and, within the constraints of public decency, I'll do my best with the latter!"

"I don't know what you're referring to!" she retorted, this time relaxing her somewhat tense smile to a genuinely pleasant grin.

"Wait till we get on the plane and you'll find out!" I said flippantly, glancing down at her legs, crossed seductively beside me.

Louise's expression changed to one of concern.

"As far as my legs are concerned, Charles, I need you to remember that they, and therefore you, remain strictly under my control. They and you are, in that department anyway, here to serve me. Please don't make any assumptions about your rights to access to my legs on the basis of three or four very brief encounters."

I was rather taken aback by her directness and her admonishing delivery style.

"Sorry Louise, I wasn't making any assumptions, just having a bit of a laugh!"

She didn't say anything further, leaving the inferences to hang menacingly with me – and this they certainly did.

Three large stiff G and Ts later, however, Louise was in a rather more jovial mood. We had talked our way through conference preparation, speculated on the hotel, done all the manwell jokes, (she new of, rather than new John Clees's work), and had discussed eating arrangements for the evening. I decided to leave the question of sleeping arrangements to Louise.

At the appointed time, we were ushered through to the departure gate, from where we were pushed through the security check. I saw the security guard's eyes light up when he saw Louise gliding towards him. His expression dimmed, however, when his female superior steped out in front of him to guide Louise through the scanning barier. I watched her run her hands over Louise's body.

"Please stand with your feet apart!" she said in that authoritative tone only security personnel can muster. Louise obliged, and the woman ordered Louise to remove her shoes. Louise did so obediently. The woman examined them and returned them. Louise balanced deftly on her left foot and raised her right leg to put on her shoe, giving the male officer a slightly more than fleeting view of her long bare legs. She repeated the manoeuvre on her other foot, and winked at him as she collected her few belongings from the change tray.

Nothing more of note happened, but I noticed that I definitely felt a dangerous twinge of jealousy boiling up inside myself. We boarded the Iberia Airways Airbus A320 by way of one of those strange umbilical tubes. Our seats were towards the front of the plane, and, being business class, the cabin was in a 2 by 2 configuration.

We were given a glass of Champaign as we sat down, (Cava, actually, the airline being Spanish), and we dutifully strapped ourselves in.

The hum and swish of the cabin air conditioning system faded briefly, coinciding with the beginning of the engines start up sequence. The engine on the port wing, immediately to our left and behind us, began its low ascending hum, and the cabin air conditioning came back to life.

"I hate this bit!" Louise said quietly, as if not wishing to alarm the neighbouring passengers. "All that waiting while the plane gets on to the runway! I always think that it isn't ever going to get off the ground!"

The second engine started as the first reached a level note.

I felt her hand clutching at mine, and I gripped it firmly. The plane pushed back out of its parking stand as the cabin crew came round to demonstrate the safety procedures, and how to don a life jacket. The engine noise increased slightly as we taxied out along the taxiways to the runway's eastern threshold. Oblivious of the presence of the cabin crew, Louise brought our entwined hands across towards her, and pressed mine firmly into the channel between her thighs, most of which were exposed by her short skirt. She parted her legs slightly, allowing our hands to squeeze between them. She then closed them firmly around our hands, gripping them tightly to ensure I could not remove my hand from between her wonderfully warm bare thighs.

"Just till we get airborne!" she said semi-apologetically.

"Fine by me!" I replied, enjoying the feeling of her bare legs against my hand.

The plane made a smooth but for Louise very noticeable 90 degree right turn at the turning pan, paused for a minute, and then, with a brief roar from the engines to get it going again, moved to the holding point, where the pilot paused again, awaiting his take off clearance.

"We are being held here at the holding point while two aircraft depart ahead of us," said a calm disembodied voice from above our heads. Louise's legs tightened around our hands.

After about two minutes, during which her legs gripped my imprisoned hand very firmly, the Airbus A320 swung round through a further 90 degrees to take up its position at the far end of the main runway. The aircraft's engines burst into life, and it then began its organised dash down the runway. I could feel the tension mount in Louise. Her knees clenched tightly together, pressing my hand very firmly between her legs.

"24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29 - off!" I said under my breath. As the plane lifted, and accelerated into its initial steep climb, we were pushed back into our seats. Louise sighed audibly with a mixture of relief and acute anxiety. Her bare legs gripped my hand even tighter, and I could feel her nails digging into the back of my hand.

We swept smoothly upwards. Louise did not unclench her legs until the plane made the first pause in its stepped ascent to its cruising altitude. As the engine note fell, and that peculiar, slightly weightless sensation kicked in, heralding a levelling out at about 6 thousand feet, Louise's smooth bare legs parted slightly and she withdrew my hand, resting it gently on top of her smooth bare legs.

After about a minute's level flight, the plane began to climb again, and the engine note rose as the power increased. Again, she pushed my hand downwards, and gripped it tightly between her legs. Once again, I could feel her smooth bare legs pressing firmly around my hand. I took the opportunity to grip the inside of her firm thigh. She neither objected nor responded, her facial colour visibly draining as we cut through a patch of mildly turbulent air. The turbulence was short lived, however, and we were soon in a continuous smooth climb which, after about 15 minutes, levelled off at our cruising altitude of 37 thousand feet.

Louise finally relaxed, releasing the grip of her legs around my unrepentant hand.

"Funny how having your hand between my legs seems to lessen my anxiety about flying!" she said, smiling for the first time in nearly half an hour!

"Well, I certainly wasn't complaining!" I replied, chancing my luck just a little.

The air conditioning in the plane was very effective indeed. The cabin was very cool, and, though I was relatively comfortable in my light cotton trousers and jacket, I noticed that Louise, in her sleeveless top and very short skirt and with her very exposed unprotected arms and bare legs, had started to shiver slightly. I removed my hand from its resting place on her legs, and reached up to twist and push the air vent nozzle to the off position. I then reached down under my seat and produced a folded light-weight cellular blanket, which I gently spread over Louise's bare legs, which were noticeably cool to the touch.

"Thank you, Charles!" she said, "very observant of you! That's a lot better." She looked round to check the whereabouts of cabin staff, and then gently took my hand and, raising the near edge of the blanket, placed it back on her smooth bare legs, now totally hidden beneath the blanket. She then lowered the edge of the blanket, tucking it down between us, effectively sealing and concealing my hand at the same time.

She leaned back in her seat and, joy of joys, opened her legs, pushing her bottom forward, forcing my hand to move up her legs. My fingers stroked and fondled her lovely smooth bare legs, and proceeded inexorably towards the crotch of her tiny panties.

For the second time that day, I found the thin cotton band between her legs, and once again I gently stroked up and down the length of her cotton-covered slit. I noticed that her panties were still damp from the results of my last visit. This time, however, I did not attempt to invade her underwear, not wishing to draw the attention of the cabin crew or neighbouring passengers.

"I think caution is desirable in this situation," I whispered, pressing my finger affectionately and firmly between her legs.




A Conference Legacy Ch. 05



I suppose so," Louise replied, "but you can still keep stroking my legs if you want to! They are still "at your disposal"."

I did not reply, but gently removed my hand from between her legs, curling my fingers round her near inner thigh. Her legs closed sufficiently to ensure that, when I ran my hand slowly and firmly up and down her legs, the back of my hand gently brushed against her far inner thigh. The blanket afforded ample protection from any unwelcome errant gaze, and we both fell into a very contented sexual reverie.

I don't know how long I sat there with my hand wondering freely up and down her long perfectly smooth bare legs. I was, however, brought sharply back into the real world by a gentle tap on my right shoulder.

"Excuse me sir, but would you like a drink with your meal?"

I couldn't tell whether it was my surprise at being disturbed or a genuine curiosity, but the hostess seemed to me definitely to be looking quizzically across towards Louise's blanket-covered legs. I managed not to panic, letting my hand rest, hopefully unseen, on her upper thigh beneath the all-concealing blanket.

"Yes thank you, some red wine would be wonderful!" I answered as coolly as I could manage.

"And for you, madam?"

"Oh, I'll have the same please," replied Louise, looking only slightly uncomfortable as she spoke, looking directly at the hostess, checking out the direction of her gaze.

When she had moved on down the isle, Louise reached under the blanket and removed my hand.

"Later, Charles! Much more, much later!" she whispered in a half teasing voice.

I removed the blanket from across her legs, and re-folded it, stowing it neatly beneath my seat again. I knew there would be no more of Louise's legs for me to stroke, at least until we started our descent, and even then, it might only be very fleeting contact, driven by her fear and panic, rather than by her sexual desire. The best was, I surmised, definitely yet to come.

The airline "meal" proved predictably uninteresting, even the business class variant, but we did manage another bottle of wine, and a rather acceptable brandy with our coffee. The debris was deftly cleared away and, as I looked at my watch to ascertain that we had just 23 minutes till our predicted touch-down time, the constant hum of the aircraft's engines changed, dropping significantly in pitch as the plane sank from out of its cruising altitude and attitude. Again, a slight feeling of temporary weightlessness caused our stomachs to flutter as the plane started its long smooth descent towards runway 33 right at Madrid Barajas international airport.

My prediction about my forthcoming contact with Louise's legs proved entirely accurate. As the plane started its descent, Louise grabbed my hand and pushed it firmly between her tightly closed legs. With each banking turn, and whenever the plane levelled or dropped back into its descent, she squeezed my hand ever more tightly between her warm bare legs, digging her long nails hard into the back of my hand. 

After a long floating turn, there was a clunk as the landing gear went down, and an increase in the sound level as the flaps were fully deployed. We were at the beginning of our final approach. The next three minutes, during which our A320 followed its standard three degree glide slope on to the runway, were sheer hell for poor, normally supremely confident Louise. Her legs were tightly clamped around my hand, and her face began to turn visibly white and then slightly green.

The landing was perfect, but, just as she was beginning to relax in the knowledge that the plane was finally and safely back on the ground, the pilot applied reverse thrust to slow us down to a safe speed to turn off the runway and on to the taxiway, and thence on to the designated parking stand. Louise squealed, fearing that we were about to take off again, as the roar from the engines filled the cabin.

"What the hell's happening!" she yelled.

"Don't worry, it's quite normal. I'll explain later," I said, trying to reassure her.

As we turned off onto the taxiway, Louise loosened her grip on my hand, her legs falling apart sufficiently for me, somewhat reluctantly, to withdraw my hand.

Disembarkation went smoothly enough, and our baggage was waiting for us on the carraselle when we arrived at the baggage reclaim hall to collect it.

We were met, as arranged, by a representative from RightWay International, the conference hosts, who transported us in some style in an elegant white right-hand drive Jaguar XJ 6 straight to the Madrid Plaza Hotel, which turned out to be a very smart five-star establishment in the very heart of the city. We checked in, to find we had both been given very spacious well-appointed double rooms. It was already 10:00pm local time, but the prospects for finding an interesting local eating place still looked extremely promising. We agreed to give ourselves 15 minutes to freshen up. We met in the bar, ordered a voluminous Spanish brandy each, and consulted Monica's restaurant list. We decided to take a stroll around the immediate environs, and to take in a couple of Tapas bars into the bargain.

Louise had changed into an even more revealing skirt and top ensemble, and looked absolutely irresistible. Her top was a vibrant purple off-the-shoulder creation, set off by a crisp white miniskirt, which showed off her long evenly tanned bare legs to perfection. Her legs were so perfectly smooth, and her skirt so short, that, to the casual observer, (if such a thing were possible), they might easily have appeared to be encased in sheer nylon. She was quite right when she had boasted in the car to Heathrow airport that Angela, her beautician, had done a very good job with the leg wax!

"You look fantastic, Louise," I said, unashamedly staring at her legs as we sat opposite each other, sipping our generous measures of the smooth Royale brandy. 

"Well," she replied, "I like to maximise my assets!" 

She said this very flirtatiously, and with a broad engaging smile. "You never know, if you're a very good boy, you might get a much closer look at my gorgeous bare legs later!"

I wondered what I had to do to be' awarded the status of "very good boy", and decided that I probably had to do precisely nothing but be adequately good company for the next couple of hours. This was not difficult.

We wandered out into the square opposite the hotel, which was crowded with promenaders, browsing the tapas bars like ourselves before engaging in the Spanish practice of very late evening eating. A couple more Royales later, we found a small intimate restaurant where we ate a glorious meal comprising a sea-food platter, accompanied by a large carafe of very acceptable vino tinto de cassa. A final Royale with coffee rounded things off

perfectly, and we picked our way across the square, through the throng of late evening revellers, back to our hotel, feeling definitely warm with alcohol and, on my part at least, with sexual anticipation. All through the evening, men, and women too for t hat matter, everywhere we went, had been staring at Louise's stunning legs, and she had revelled in the attention. I simply basked in reflected glory.

"Shall we have a nightcap?" I asked.

"Why not. Those brandies are very moreish aren't they? We could take them up to our rooms. Oh, by the way, so you don't need to ask, why don't you come to mine for coffee?" she said, taking control.

"I'd love to," I said, perfectly politely, knowing that she would know why. It occurred to me that it was a very good thing for both of us that she had put herself firmly in control of the next phase of developments.

(Continued)



A Conference Legacy Ch. 06



Chapter SIX: Getting Down To BUSINESS

Own 

We travelled up to the 9th floor, on which we had adjoining rooms, 923 and 925.

"Just give me a couple of minutes to tidy my room," said Louise, "I just chucked everything in there when we arrived."

I went to my room, and checked that the electronic key had the right room number, 923. I managed to manipulate the mechanism correctly, and successfully gained entry to my room. I decided to have a quick wash and brush up. I washed my face, and squirted some cologne under my arms - I didn't quite understand why I did this, just some kind of adolescent throw-back perhaps. Finally, I cleaned my teeth to freshen my breath to mitigate the possible negative effects of garlic and alcohol, on the future possible close encounter prospects for the rest of the evening. I picked up my brandy glass, checked that I had put my room key in my pocket, and left the room, leaving the outer door to close with a positive "click" behind me. I knocked gently on Louise's door.

"Its open, Charles," she called softly.

I entered the room slowly, noticing that it was, predictably, identical to mine, but laid out in a precise mirror image. I didn't notice Louise at first, my eyes concentrating on the geography of the room. Then I saw her! She was lying fully stretched out on her queen-sized bed, wearing a loose-fitting black top - and a long black pencil skirt which stretched all the way down to her slim bare ankles. Her beautifully manicured feet were also bare.

"Come and sit down on the bed, Charles," she invited. I did so, perching on the edge of the bed to give myself room to swivel round so that I could talk to her, and maintain a respectful distance, at least at first. She raised her glass to me, and, clinking mine gently, and said rather formally, "cheers! Here's to a successful trip."

"Cheers!" I replied, returning her gesture.

We sipped our brandy in silence for about two minutes, after which she looked straight into my eyes and smiled.

"Charles," she said firmly, "what would you like to do now?"

I did not reply.

"I suppose you were expecting another legs experience, right?"

"Right, I suppose." I replied, failing to hide my disappointment at her change of clothing.

"So what are you going to do about it? Did you think it would just be waiting here for you when you entered my room?"

I paused before responding to her question.

"I think you think I'm taking your legs for granted, Louise, but I'm certainly not!" I replied carefully.

"Would you like me to make you a cup of coffee or something?" I said, trying to regain some semblance of control.

"No thanks, Charles. I'd like you to tell me what you want me to do to give you what I know you really want."

"And what might that be, may I ask?" I replied, feeling a little more confident.

"I think you really want me to expose my bare legs to you again before you go to sleep tonight. In fact, I think you want to touch my legs, and stroke them, and kiss them, and who knows what else!" she said, smiling wickedly.

"So what if I do?" I retorted, "I'm hardly likely to do anything to get what I want by force, am I? We're work colleagues Louise, away on business! I've got my job and my reputation at stake for god's sake!"

"Yes you have, haven't you? And I've got nothing whatsoever to loose and everything to gain. I can only win! Now, would you like to see my legs or not?"

"Only if you want to show me your legs," I replied carefully.

"Don't try being clever with me, Charles! I can easily ruin your reputation and your career simply on the basis of what you have been up to with me so far!"

"How so?" I replied, slightly angrily,

"Never you mind that! Just believe me! Now, I'll ask you just once more - do you want to see my bare legs tonight, or not!?"

"Well, put that way, yes!"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I want to see your legs!"

"You just want to see my legs do you?" she asked again, pulling her skirt tightly about her so I could clearly see the outline of her legs beneath her skirt.

"I want to see your bare legs, Louise! Stop messing around!"

"But I want to hear you say it, Charles, plain and clear, and, what's more, I want to hear you describe my legs!"

I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts.

"I want to see your beautiful, long, sexy bare legs!" I said, pitifully.

"Good, and so you shall!" she said, standing up and moving around in front of me.

"Well, here I am!" she said, "What's the matter, Charles? Can't you see my legs yet? Maybe if you were to kneel down, you could at least get a glimpse of my bare ankles! That would be a start, wouldn't it?!"

So that was it! She wanted me to kneel before her, to beg her to show me her bare legs! Silently, and somewhat reluctantly, I slipped off the edge of the bed and knelt obediently on the floor in front of her. She moved back slightly and lifted her skirt a fraction to reveal her slender bare ankles.

"Better now?" she asked sarcastically, "If you want to, you can do the rest yourself!"

I started to fumble with the hem of her skirt, gently stroking her ankles as I did so. Her skirt was very tight-fitting, and I had some difficulty in getting it to move, so I reached round behind her with my left hand and started to pull it up her legs from the back. My right hand lifted the front of the hem, and I raised the garment fairly rapidly, sufficiently to expose her knees.

"Slowly now, Charles, I don't want you getting too excited, do I!"

"Why don't you hold it?" I asked rather nervously, "then I can tackle the clip?"

She did not answer, but reached down and took the hem of her skirt in both her hands, on either side. She continued to raise her skirt to reveal more and more of those beautiful very long bare legs, as I unclipped it from her waist.

When she had got the hem above her knees, she asked me to pull it up over her head - a novel way to disrobe from a long skirt. The effect was, however, wonderful. The full length of her long bare legs was slowly revealed, and as the waistband of her skirt came over her head, she threw her now freed arms around my neck.

She kissed me passionately for the first time, and my whole body seemed to serge into life. I rather roughly threw the garment across to the far side of the bed. Louise pressed herself against me, and I could feel the warmth of her bare legs through my thin trousers.

"Don't you want to stroke my legs, Charles?" she murmured in my ear.

"Yes, of course I do," I replied rather breathlessly.

"Shall I lie on the bed again so you can get your hands on my legs more easily?" she asked rhetorically.

I simply nodded and moved away slightly, unlocking myself reluctantly from her entwining arms.

Louise moved gracefully over to the bed, and, with typical poise, positioned herself effortlessly in the middle of the huge bed, lying with her arms folded behind her head and her wonderful long legs stretched out straight, positioned very slightly apart in a narrow V-shape. I couldn't decide how best to position myself, and started by kneeling on the bed in a rather ungamely manner, so that my knees were about adjacent to, and outside hers. My hands began to explore her bare legs, my left hand on her ankles, and my right hand fingering the waistband of her extremely brief bikini-style white cotton panties.

"Legs and legs only!" she whispered firmly.

I shuffled slightly to the left, and placed my right hand firmly on the smooth warm skin on the inside of her left thigh. I moved my hands first apart and then together, centering on her knee. The back of my right hand rubbed delightfully against her right inner thigh as it moved up towards her crotch. She closed her legs gently, trapping my right hand at the extreme end of its journey, my little finger resting against the warm and slightly damp crotch of her panties. My left hand moved effortlessly up her smooth bare legs until it too was engulfed by the warm skin on the inside of both her wonderful bare legs.

"So, Charles," she said seductively, "is that more like it!?"

"Yes, it certainly is!" I replied without hesitation. "Can I kiss your legs please, Louise?"

"I was wondering when you would ask me that! Yes, of course you can, but don't you think it would be nice to be a bit more relaxed? Why don't you take some clothes off, and come and lie on the bed so you can get really close to me?" 

With that, she opened her legs to release my hands, and sat up, reaching forward and to her left. She unbuttoned my shirt and unbuckled my belt, skilfully unfastening the clip at my trousers waistband, and equally rapidly and skilfully unzipped my fly. My trousers fell awkwardly around my knees, and I got off the bed to remove them, first having to get rid of my shoes and socks. I tore off my shirt and threw it in a pile with the rest of my clothing. When I turned back, Louise had removed her top and tiny bra, and was lying in a relaxed star-shape on the bed, wearing only her bikini panties. I joined her, placing my hand firmly near the top of her legs.

I began to kneel up so I could move into a suitable position to get my face against her legs.

"Why don't you lie back and enjoy yourself while I do the acrobatics?" she suggested. This sounded more than just interesting.

Louise moved across to the far side of the bed to allow room for me to lie down beside her. She knelt up and straddled my legs, reaching forward, gripping the bed head, and shuffling herself towards my head. I looked up, gazing in awe and wonder as her beautiful long legs came closer and closer to my face. I felt her smooth bare legs brush against my naked shoulders. I raised my head slightly, and, turning first to my left and then to my right, kissed her inner thighs, first gently and then voraciously. I reached up to her waist, pulling her hips down gently towards me, my tongue lashing her beautiful bare legs, getting ever closer to her panties-covered crotch.

She reached down, steadying herself with her other hand on the bed head, placing her fingers between my eager mouth and her crotch, now only two inches above my face.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Charles?" she asked. She did not wait for my breathless reply, but swung her right leg around my head and lay down beside me on the bed.

"I've got another idea!" she said, "would you like to hear it?"

If it was going to be half as exciting as the last one, I couldn't wait!

"Oh yes, I certainly would!" I replied, somewhat childishly.

"Well," she continued, "why don't you take my panties off?"

I began to reach for the waistband of her bikini panties, when she slapped my hand hard!

"Not like that! I don't want to have to tie your hands behind your back Charles! Use your imagination!"

I paused, momentarily bemused, and then I realised with astonishment what she had in mind.

"Let me help you," she offered, moving slightly up the bed, and opening her legs.

"I think that will do nicely, don't you?"

I sat up, and suggested that she lie on the bed on her back again. As she did so, I moved down the bed, ending up face downwards, with my knees between her feet with my feet hanging over the end of the bed. I gingerly lowered my head till my face lay snugly between her narrowly parted thighs. I inched forward, passing my nose and lips over the thin cotton fabric of the front panel of her panties. Once again she slapped me, this time on the back of the head.

"Not there, not the waistband! Think man, think! No hands, and from the bottom!"

She opened her legs wider. There could no longer be any doubt what I was intended to do. Just to make sure I couldn't get it wrong again, she pushed me backwards, pressing the back of my head sharply down so that my face became firmly lodged between her gorgeous thighs. She slowly raised her hips to reduce the weight of her body on the bed, and brought her legs together round my face. "And absolutely no biting, you hear!" she said, half serious, half laughing.

I had a bizarre image in my mind of Duck-Apple day, trying to get a bobbing apple out of a bowl without using one's hands, which made me loose concentration momentarily. How would I position my mouth to make sure I got a good grip of her tiny panties with my teeth? Should I approach vertically or horizontally? Should I maintain my current orientation or turn my face sideways to get my teeth either side of that thinnest of thin cotton bands? 

I decided to stay as I was, and gather the material in my mouth. There was a risk of nipping her between her legs, but I decided that the risk was worth it just for the experience. I pushed my face up between her legs, until my lips made contact with her panties. My nose pressed against her covered clitoris, and I caught the faint smell of talcum powder and salt. I took the material gently in my teeth, and pulled gently to make sure I had not caught her skin. Her panties began to slide off her hips, and I continued to pull back. The skimpy garment began to ride slowly down her smooth bare legs as I retreated gradually down the bed. She lowered her hips, and raised her knees to avoid my having to go right down to the end of the bed.

I felt her warm smooth legs against my face as her panties moved slowly down over her knees.

"That's very good, Charles," she said, "keep going, I want you to take them right off, then we can decide what to do about you!"

I pulled her panties over her knees and down to her feet, a bit like a dog with a bone, and let them drop to the floor. I retained the taste of her slightly scented underwear in my mouth, and thought longingly about what might be in store for me next, both in terms of the removal of my own underwear, and of further tasting experiences. I returned to the upper end of the bed, lying next to Louise, and running my hands along the full length of those lovely bare legs.

"Let me take yours off for you, sweetheart," she suggested. I did not demur. Louise repeated precisely the manoeuvre which I had executed so tentatively a few moments before. She did not, however, enforce her own "no hands" rule. Neither was she quite as careful as I had been about the use of her teeth. As her nose brushed against my scrotum, she slid her hand inside the waistband of my pants, locating my aroused penis with her agile fingers. Her teeth pulled roughly at my pants, pulling both hair and skin with the material, causing me to yelp with pain.

"Oh don't be such a wimp!" she cried, releasing her grip as she did so. She withdrew her hand from inside my underpants and pulled them roughly down my legs and flung them beside her own panties at the end of the bed.

She crawled up the bed towards me, and, with incredible agility, stood straight upright, standing on the bed with her feet either side of my head.

"Now what?" she asked, sounding very definitely as if it would be she who answered her own rhetorical question.

"I think I'll sit down on your chest, and make myself comfortable!" she teased, lowering herself slowly so that she ended up sitting on my rib cage.

My eyes had not been able to pull themselves away from the spectacular sights with which they were being presented. All the time, I had an utterly unimpeded view of her incomparable legs which, all the time, had been positioned so as to allow me to see exactly what lay between them - and what a glorious sight that was! As she shifted her weight from her feet to her bottom, which was in turn placed firmly on my lower rib cage, she closed her legs around my face, shifting her position so as to put her vagina as close to my lips as possible.

"Why don't you find out what I taste like!" she said very seductively.

She opened her legs very wide. My tongue found its target quickly, and I licked greedily, tasting her slightly salty sex juices.

She reached down behind her with her long arms, and took hold of my bulging penis. My mind was racing. All my sensory input channels were suddenly crowded, all the sliders simultaneously pushed to maximum. My cheeks were flushed by the thrilling contact with the warm enveloping texture of her bare legs; my lips and tongue gorged on her yielding cunt; my hands roamed freely up and down her lovely smooth bare legs; my penis throbbed in the grip of her skilful fingers. She was, for the moment anyway, truly mine to enjoy!

I played the tip of my tongue across her small but now erect clitoris, which caused her involuntarily to close her legs, and to tighten the grip of those wonderful smooth legs around my face. She began to stiffen her body, extending her legs fully, and shuddering towards a massive orgasm. She shrieked as her body became enveloped by its sudden overpowering climax. As she passed the point of no return, she opened her legs wide again, pulling the back of my head forward, squashing my face hard against her warm vagina. She came with a violent paroxysm of her whole body.

"Oh god!" she panted, "That was bloody fantastic Charles!" she rasped, "You certainly know what to do with your tongue in there between my legs, don't you?"

As she subsided, she pressed my face gently with her legs, first closing then opening them. She was clearly intent on my getting the full benefit of direct contact with her beautiful bare legs.

"Do you want to come yourself?" she asked, in a surprisingly gentle but matter-of-fact tone.

"You bet I bloody do, Louise!" I replied as she resumed her hand movements, gripping my still enlarged penis firmly. She pulled me towards her and sat up, bringing her mouth towards the cum-covered tip of my penis.

"Where would you like to put your sperm?" she asked as she ran her tongue across its head. "On my legs perhaps?" she suggested. I had never considered this possibility. What did she mean exactly? I was nearly at the point where the question would become academic. 

"Come on, Charles! Would you like to cover these smooth bare legs of mine with your hot sperm? Spread it all over my smooth brown skin? I think I'd really like the sensation of your warm sticky cum covering my bare legs! What do you think?"

To a man on the edge of a massive climax, and new to the fascinating world of legs slavery, this sounded like a wonderful idea. I moved slightly down the bed, climbing over her to straddle her waiting legs. She rubbed my penis against the smooth skin on the insides of the top of her legs, which she closed around it. I pumped in and out, feeling the warm smooth skin of her firm muscular legs around my throbbing shaft. Her hand was pushing my cock hard against her bare legs as I shot my load of creamy sperm all over them. It was a huge ejaculation, and I thought the stream of hot white cum would never stop pumping itself all over her lovely brown legs. When it subsided, she rubbed the creamy fluid into her skin, spreading it over a wide area.

"You have to clean me up now, Charles," she said insistently, "I can't be doing with sticky legs now, can I?"

I looked at her lovely tan legs, now covered with my creamy sperm, which looked not unlike wallpaper paste. Louise had spread the results of my considerable ejaculation smoothly and evenly all over the soft smooth brown skin on the inside of the tops of both her legs. The contrast between the colour of her legs and that of the sperm which now covered much of the inside of her upper legs was visually very striking. I looked around for some tissues or something to clean her legs up, but she slapped my hand in mock rebuke.

"Lick it off!" she commanded forcefully. I had never tasted my own semen before, but the idea of licking it off those beautiful smooth bare legs filled me with excitement. She opened her legs wide to accommodate the execution of my assigned task, and I positioned myself between her legs, my head pressing against her pubis. I began to lick the smooth skin on the insides of her legs, which had the effect of spreading my copious sperm more thinly over a much wider area. The more I licked, the more it spread, until I was licking her legs virtually from her knees to her crotch.




A Conference Legacy Ch. 06



When I had finished, she took her panties and wiped herself dry with them, and put them on again.

"I think I know how you will be supplementing your meals here!" she quipped, pulling on a blue miniskirt and a revealing white top, and climbing off the bed.

"Did you like fucking my legs then, sweetheart?" she asked.

I did not reply, but kissed her gently but firmly on the lips.

"I'll take that as a yes then!" she said softly. "Don't worry, there will be plenty more of those legs of mine for you over the next few days! - and, if you're really lucky - well, let's wait and see, shall we?"

"Is that a signal for me to leave?" I asked, beginning to pull my own clothes on.

"Yes, I think that would be in both our best interests. We've got an important day ahead of us. Why don't we meet for a swim tomorrow morning?" she asked somewhat curiously. "Perhaps we could join some of our colleagues?"

"Yes, fine by me," I said, thinking that it was a somewhat curious suggestion, and wondering what she meant by "our colleagues", but not asking.

I got dressed as we talked.

"Why don't you go to bed now? You could always concentrate on images of girls' bare legs to keep you from being homesick, couldn't you? You must have plenty of those!" she said enigmatically.

"Alright Louise, I'll just go off and get my head down. You're right about images! They'll stay with me for a long time!"

"You don't have to restrict yourself to mine though, do you?" she said with a broad smile, and waving towards the door. "Off you go! I think I might go and hit the hotel night club!"

"Rather you than me!" I said, amazed at her stamina.

"I've got to compare notes!" she said mysteriously. 

"About what?" I asked.

"Oh, about how things compare between Madrid and back at work. It's a bit of a girl thing, comparisons! Don't worry about it!"

"Good night then, and see you tomorrow!" I said, walking slowly out of the door, and letting it close behind me with a quiet but definite click.

(Continued) 



A Conference Legacy Ch. 07





I went back to my room, my head in somewhat of a spin. I decided to turn in straight away, and not to bother with the TV. I also decided that I needed to make sure that I was keeping track of our expenditure against the allowance that Monica had provided. I dug out the meal and drinks receipts from my wallet, and got the record form and receipts wallet from my flight bag. The receipts I had placed neatly folded in the back compartment of my wallet, and I removed them carefully, placing them in the clearly marked wallet, returning it to my flight bag. As I put it into its neat section, my eye caught the large handwriting. "Receipts", it said, and I remembered whose handwriting it was. I turned back to pick up my wallet which was lying open on my bed where I had left it when I transferred the receipts into my bag. My eye fell on the top corner of the top photograph - the photograph of Debbie Langman climbing the staircase. I pulled out the three pictures, and looked at them in turn. If my head had been spinning with the memory of my recent exploits with Louise, it virtually swooned when I contemplated the images of Debbie Langman's lovely legs!

These images were of a girl whose height, build and sheer sexual confidence, along with the straightforwardly stunning quality of her physique, were immediately striking. In each case, the camera angle made her long bare legs stand out from the picture as clearly as a lighthouse in a sea fog. What a pair of legs! They looked absolutely fantastic, so much so that they made even the memory of intimate physical contact with Louise's wonderful smooth bare legs pale into insignificance.

I decided to put the pictures away again, because they would spoil my memory of the last couple of hours. I went to bed at around half past two, and fell peacefully to sleep. At about 4am I was woken by what I at first defined as a regular drum beat which I took to be coming from another neighbouring room. I tried to ignore it, until I realised that it was not music I could hear, but a regular knocking sound, against my far bedroom wall. I sat up, allowed the waking fug in my head to clear, and listened more closely. It was coming from Louise's room! My brain cleared slowly, as I identified the fact that the sound was of something wooden being bashed against the skirting board. It was Louise's bed banging against the wall. The surrounding silence exposed equally regular shrill cries and shrieks. She was having sex! My pulse quickened, and my mouth felt dry. I got up and pressed my ear to the wall.

"Oh yes! Fuck me with those long fingers! Fuck me hard!" I heard her cry. Then I heard another voice through the wall.

"Oh! more, more! Stroke my legs Louise, let me feel your hands on my legs. Let me kiss your legs. I really love your beautiful sexy legs!"

I reeled against the table on which I was leaning. It wasn't just what was happening, and what was being said. The other voice I could hear was unmistakably young - and equally unmistakably female!

I pressed my ear harder against the wall. The sounds were generally very muffled, but occasionally the penetrating young female tones seemed to cut through the double-skinned cavity wall like a sharp knife. I heard lots of references to 'fucking', 'legs' and 'stroking'. I heard the name Louise, or more accurately the "Eese" part of her name, and also, what sounded like "Eddie".

"Wind your lovely legs round me, Eddie!" I heard Louise beg. "Let me feel your legs against my face!" "Let me lick your lovely bare legs!" and so on.

Eventually, the girls' sexual activity subsided, and I could hear them no more. I went back over to my bed, and lay down to try to get back to sleep. As I sank into unconsciousness, I remembered the adjoining door! I jolted back into consciousness.

I allowed my mind to clear. It was filled with images of girls, legs, sex, and everything related. Louise was opening her legs to let me kiss her pussy. Debbie Langman was emerging from her photographs like a beautiful apparition, and showing me everything her legs had to offer. I decided not to chance my luck with the connecting door, at least not that night anyway! I new I would need to check, in a quiet moment, whether the door was unlocked or not. What if it was! I eventually went off to sleep, thinking about what wonders might be waiting for me on Wednesday night!

I drifted off into sleepy oblivion, vaguely turning over in my fragmented mind who "Eddie" might be.

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My alarm woke me bright and early, and I was down in the restaurant hall eating a hearty breakfast at 7:45. Louise appeared, looking utterly radiant. She was alone. I decided to say nothing about what I had overheard, partly out of tactical politeness, and partly out of not inconsiderable fear of what she might say, or what she might deny me if I did! She sat down next to me, letting her skirt ride characteristically high up her long bare legs, showing all the men in the room what she had to offer. I decided there was no point in objecting. After all, I got my share, didn't I? 

I had not had time to get myself ready for a swim before breakfast, and asked her if she was still up for one.

"Ah yes, raring to go!" she replied. "I'm all ready!" 

I said that I would need to go and get my swimming gear sorted, and Louise suggested that I meet her at the pool. As I passed reception on my way to the lifts, the English-speaking receptionist called my name.

"Mr Becton! There is a message for you. Please check your TV when you get up to your room."

I wondered what this message could be. On arrival back in my room, I turned on my TV with some anticipation. The opening menu came up, with a flashing message icon. I dutifully opened the message, which read

"Please meet company auditor at poolside cafe at 8:30am. Please bring receipts and all financial data relating to our trip."

"LG."

I could not think for the life of me what this might mean, but, remembering that I had put all the relevant paperwork in order, and in one place before retiring, (in my flight bag), I grabbed it, and took it over my shoulder, along with a small bag containing my swimming towel, and my underwear. I changed into my somewhat brief Speedos, and pulled on a pair of longish dress shorts - the kind businessmen wear to work in Australia - a t-shirt, and a pair of not particularly flattering sandals. I pocketed my room key and took the lift down to the poolside terrace.

When I emerged into the light, my eyes squinted, looking around the seating area, among the sun beds, trying to identify Louise. At first, I could not see her at all. It has to be said that there were several significant potential rivals, all obviously anxious to get the early morning rays to their bodies and legs, almost all of which were charmingly revealed by various styles of skimpy bikinis. One young blonde girl in particular caught my eye as I struggled to adapt to the very bright Spanish morning sunlight. She must have been at least six feet tall, and she was lying sprawled very unselfconsciously on a sun bed, right on the edge of the pool. She had arranged herself somewhat carelessly in a star configuration, revealing the most spectacular pair of legs. They were, even from a distance, and against the glare of the sun on the water, beautifully smooth and slender, and perfectly evenly tanned. She caught me staring at her legs, and wriggled and squirmed in a very sexy way, opening and closing her lovely long legs, showing me just how tiny her bikini was. She rolled over on to her stomach, as if to let me know that she had seen me looking at her legs, and, no doubt, to model her thong bikini panties. She appeared to be playing it very coyly. I tried to ignore her, looking away and across to the other side of the pool. As my eyes passed over the dazzling shimmering surface of the water, I spotted Louise, floating magnificently on her back, her long strong legs propelling her effortlessly through the bright clear water. She was swimming in the general direction of the blonde thong-clad apparition I had spotted first.

Louise saw me and beckoned to me. I rather nervously placed my two bags next to a vacant sun bed and plunged into the clear bluish green water, anticipating a chilling entry. It did not happen. The water was warm, even on entry, and even at 8:20 in the morning.

"Good isn't it!" cried Louise. "Come over here, there's someone I want you to meet!"

I swam towards her, and our paths converged at the steps at the far corner of the pool. We both stood up and emerged from the pool. I took care to let Louise get out ahead of me so that I could observe her beautiful strong legs and her cute little round bum at close quarters. She glanced back and smiled. 

"I want you to meet Caroline," she said after a half a minute pause, pointing out the girl with the spectacular long legs who I had noticed earlier. "Caroline Eversely. Caroline is from RightWay! We met last night in the night club. She's looking after the A V for our presentation, and the reception arrangements for us on Thursday evening. Have you got ten minutes to talk through the details with Charles later on this morning Caroline?"

"Yes, sure!" Caroline replied with a professional smile.

"So, this is Charles is it? I've heard a lot about you, Charles! You're a bit of a wiz with PowerPoint, so I understand?"

"Hello Caroline. Pleased to meet you," I said, rather formally. "Well, just a bit of a whiz I suppose, though nothing special really," I said, with a degree of rather false modesty. "What's your particular talent?"

"Apart from her legs you mean?" intervened Louise, noticing the direction my eyes had taken.

"Leave him alone, Louise! There's no harm in looking, is there!" said Caroline, with a definite wink, and a distinctive New Zealand twang.

"I guess I'm pretty good at getting things to the right place at the right time," she continued. "That's my job, after all! Does 11 o'clock suit you Charles?"

"Yes fine. Where shall we meet?" I asked. 

"Oh, why not here, at the poolside bar over by the palms - just over there. At least there's a bit of shade. What do you think?"

"Yes, suits me." I replied.

Caroline smiled, winked transparently at Louise, and returned quietly to her sun bed, making sure to give me a full-length view of those beautiful brown legs as she re-established her sun bathing position.

When Caroline had moved out of earshot, I asked Louise about my message.

"Oh, that! It's just HQ springing a spot check on our expenditure. There's no need to worry, she is a good ally."

"Oh, it's a "she" then is it? Who have they sent then?" I asked.

"You'll see. She'll be here in five minutes. I think you're going to have an interesting morning!" said Louise with a wry smile.

"Excuse me, Charles, but I've got to go to the little girls' room. I'll be back in five!"

With that, Louise grabbed a small hold-all, and strode off towards the hotel buildings, draping a towel around her as she went.

I decided to follow her example, and take the opportunity to "make myself comfortable," and change in preparation for my mysterious meeting with the company auditor, whoever she might turn out to be. I walked round to where I had left my gear, picked up my two bags and headed for the white building which housed the toilet block, which was next to the basement exit from the main hotel building. I hurriedly dried myself, changed into my long shorts and t-shirt, and returned, bags and all, to take up a seat at an empty table on the poolside terrace underneath a welcome parasol. I sat facing the building, waiting for Louise to emerge.

When she did so, at exactly 8:30, she was dressed in a short white skirt and smart white top, as was the young woman who came out with her. As soon as I saw her, I recognised her, and my heart leapt with both surprise and delight. This young woman was none other than the beautiful long-legged Deborah Langman!

Her skirt was even shorter than the one Louise was wearing, showing off her beautiful very brown and very long bare legs.

"Hello, Charles!" called Debbie, "How are you this bright and sunny morning?"

"Somewhat surprised to see you here Debbie!" I replied, truthfully. I had not managed to put two and two together, even with Louise's rather cryptic clue just a moment before.

Debbie and Louise came to join me at the table. There were four chairs around it, and they chose to sit either side of me, leaving a vacant seat opposite. It was quite a small table, so our chairs were quite close together.

"Shall we order coffee before we get down to business?" said Debbie. "This shouldn't take long".

I signalled to a hovering waiter, who asked if we wanted anything to eat. No one did.

"I'd like cafe solo, with a brandy." said Debbie, very cooly.

"Me to!" I replied, somewhat relieved that she was displaying such a liberal attitude.

"I might as well too then," added Louise.

The waiter returned with the three strong black coffees and three very large brandies. Debbie charged them to her room. I remember registering that her room number was 921, but did not think anything more of it.

She sat back in her chair, extending her long legs under the table. I felt the brush of her cool skin against my knee and shin. She did not make any attempt to disengage the contact. Rather, she pushed her leg against mine, consciously establishing physical contact. The idea of her bare legs against mine gave me an almost immediate erection which I hoped she would not be able to observe.

"Now, Charles, let's have a look at these receipts of yours!" said Debbie light-heartedly.

I produced the receipts, only four or five of them, from their neat wallet.

"They're fine," she said, "no problems there. You don't have to be backward in coming forward Charles. The allowance is category A, (unrestricted). You can put down any reasonable expenditure. We might look dimly on something with, say, "massage" stamped all over it. You would be surprised at what some people try to get away with. Mind you, I'm sure that's not the sort of thing you would be interested in, is it?"

She paused, and I blushed slightly.

"I suspect you are more of a giver than a taker in that department, aren't you? I mean, if I said I wanted my legs massaged, I think you might be interested, mightn't you?"

"Of course he would!" said Louise, mirroring Debbie's sitting position, and playing legs contact games on my other side.

She glanced meaningfully at Debbie and nodded. Louise reached for my right hand which was resting on my knee, and placed it on her left thigh. Debbie copied her move, taking my left hand and placing it on her right thigh.

"Go on! Spoil yourself!" said Louise. 

"I don't mind, Charles, really! I want you to explore my legs too," Said Debbie.

There were very few people around by the pool, and we had our backs to the water. Even though there was a risk of being seen from the bar in front of us, I could not resist the idea of touching two girls' legs at the same time. It was just too thrilling.

I ran my hands up and down the insides of both girls' legs. They watched each other intently. If Louise changed her position even slightly, Debbie copied her exactly. They opened and closed their legs almost in formation. The effect was that, at any one time, both my hands were having exactly the same experience, now stroking both girls' legs, now being squeezed between both girls' beautiful smooth bare thighs. It was sheer heaven.

"Wow! You're a fabulous legs stroker!" said Debbie. "I don't have to ask where you got the practice!"

"I think it's a bit public here, don't you Debbie," said Louise.? I suggest we go inside. Charles has another meeting at 11, with Caroline from RightWay, you know, Ms sex-on-legs! I wonder how long it will take him to get his wandering hands on her legs?" 

"Yes, I wonder, and what a pair of legs those are!" said Debbie.

"So you know Caroline too then?" I asked. 

"Oh yes, we know her alright, from last night. We had a very interesting discussion. Maybe you'll find out the outcome of it later on, after the reception perhaps?" said Debbie, winking knowingly at Louise, "or maybe even sooner!"

"Well, we've got an hour and a half. Who's room?"

"Charles's!" cried Louise, without providing me with any chance to have any say in the matter. See you there in 5!"

Louise ran off ahead, leaving me with Debbie. Debbie waited for a few moments before getting up to leave, during which time she moved closer to me, and, taking my hand, encouraged me to explore both her beautiful long bare legs.

"I suppose we had better go and find Louise," she said after about two or three minutes intensive stroking. "She'll be getting jealous!" said Debbie rather suggestively, squeezing my hand tightly between her warm bare legs.

We picked up our bags and re-entered the building via the bar. We got into the lift, and, when the lift doors had closed, found ourselves quite alone.

Debbie lifted her pelmet skirt above her waist, showing me the entire length of her extremely beautiful long smooth bare legs, and an incredibly brief pair of white cotton panties.

"I bet you're looking forward to getting to grips with my legs, aren't you!" she said earnestly. "Better than looking at boring old photos I reckon!"

She dropped the hem of her skirt as we reached the 9th floor. We got out, and turned left. Then I remembered Debbie signing the bill for the coffees and drinks just a few minutes ago. 921! She was next door to me!

The full implications of this remarkable fact began to dawn on me as we approached my room. I remembered that there was an adjoining door to room 921 from my room as well as one to 925 on the other side. Debbie said she would see me in a couple of minutes, and opened the door to her room. I went into mine, and rapidly checked both sets of doors. They were single doors, unlike similar arrangements in hotels I had stayed in at home.

Both were unlocked!

I could hear Louise and Debbie on the phone to each other. And then I recognised the word "Eddie" again - accept that it wasn't Eddie at all. Of course! It was "Debbie"! It was Debbie who Louise had been making passionate love with in the early hours of this morning!

Things were definitely getting very interesting indeed!

(Continued)