I get to your house and ring the doorbell. You greet me in a lovely blue dress that does little to cover those beautiful legs that flow from your hips to the floor. "Come on in." you say warmly with a big, sexy smile. "Sit down for a minute, if you have time." I sit in a chair in the living room, watching as you pour yourself onto the couch across from me, crossing your legs in a breathtaking way. When you have crossed them, your hand falls to your lap which results in your hem being raised a good four or five inches.
You begin to talk to me and as you speak your hands begin caressing those curvy legs which are mesmerizing me as you talk. I am nearly in a trance. "You really do like my legs, don't you?" you say with a smile, awaking me from my reverie. A bit embarrassed to be caught staring so intently, I laugh a nervous, little laugh and reply, βyou know I do. I've never seen anyone with more beautiful legs than you have. They excite me like you won't believe." "Come here," you say, patting the couch beside you.
I walk across the room, feeling my cock growing hard inside my pants. Much more, and it would be obvious how excited your legs make me. I sit next to you on the couch and feel you take my hand in your's to place in on your thigh a good six inches above your knee. "I'm glad you like my legs so much. I love for men to admire them, and I love to show them off. Do you like the way they feel?"