She wore a beautiful summer dress that went to just above the knees. With her high heels and long, muscular legs she was just a stunner. The dress had a kind of 'peasant girl' top integral to the dress that she would sometimes pull down over her shoulders that would drive me crazy.
As we walked past some homeless people she clung onto me, partly because she was inebriated and because she wasn't sure of these guys.
"Babe, what's wrong?"
"David I don't know if I want to be around these people. I mean part of me is somewhat reluctant but another part wants to help them.
"Honey, you have to understand where some of these people came from.
They're not all street people because they were kicked out of their homes or had drug problems that they couldn't kick. Some of these people lost their homes, their businesses, their families. This is the only place they have left so they come here to Tent City and band together. That's why sometimes I help out at Thanksgiving at Bologna Joes. You wouldn't know it but some of these folks were attractive at one time. And if you look deep you can see that they're still attractive under all those shabby clothes and beards."
As we walked she thought this over...
"I'm sorry. I never really thought about who these people really were or how they started out. I wonder what they look like under their shabby clothes....oooh, that sounded kinda nasty, didn't it?" She giggled at that.
"You're bad" I said
"I could be..."
"Oooo damn, you're getting that look in your eye again" Said I.
"Hey, let's go talk to those two sitting under that tree over there. I wanna go talk to them". She walked over to where a couple of rather crusty old guys with beards were sitting under a big oak tree sharing a bottle of ....something.
She tried starting up a conversation with them but all they could see were those delicious legs in front of them. One of them actually ran his hand over her ankle which caused her to pull away. She came over to me. "Did you see what that ole fart did? He touched my ankle!"
"So, did it hurt?"
"Well no, I was just startled a little. Actually his hands were kinda soft".
"So you want to talk to them some more?" She thought about it again then she walked back over to them.
"Hi guys. So you like my ankle?"
The old guy who touched her said "Oh, yeah. Sorry for startling you like that but you've got some very meaty gams there sweety."
She laughed "Gams, what the fuck are gams?"
"You know, gams, legs....ahh, you're too young to know that shit."
"Oh, so you like my gams, huh?"....she winked at me.......oh oh.
"Damn honey, I haven't seen legs like that since my wife, rest her sole".
"Yeah, me too." Said the other guy. "I loved my wife's legs...right up 'til the time she divorced me, the stupid bitch."
That brought a laugh from both guys and my wife started to laugh too. I could see that she felt sorry for these two.
We struck up a conversation with them and got to know them. Alana was getting more and more comfortable with them, joking with them. I could tell she was getting interested in their lives and loves.
"So you miss feeling your wife's legs?"
"Oh yes ma'am. And everything in between....."
"Ohhhh, you're bad....Well.......if you promise to be nice I'll stand in between you two and you could both feel my legs, would you like that?"
"Oh honey, that would make our day."
"Well......(she looked at me with a sly smile).....ok." So she stepped in between them so that she had one foot in front of each of their crotches. The area was fairly dark so nobody could really see what was going on. She towered above them and as she stepped into place they started feeling her ankles, then her calves and knees.
"Oh, you two have very nice hands. Very soft." She looked over to me. "I kinda like this, David. They feel really nice." The last two were a little slurred. She was feeling no pain right now.
She let them feel her legs and she looked down at their crotches. "Ooo I see some 'tenting' going on down there. My legs are turning you two on, aren't they?"
"You know it lady."
"You know......" She bit her lip looking at me.....SHIT. "You could use both hands if you want."
With that the men slowly ran both their hands over her legs lightly stroking her. She leaned up against the tree, put her head back and closed her eyes enjoying the moment.
"Sooo would you like to kiss my legs? You can if you want to."
Without giving it a second thought they started to kiss and nibble on her legs, which brought a little surprise "Ohh" and a giggle. Her giggles can bring a tent all by themselves.
Then one of them brought her leg off the ground and took off her shoe. She had to steady herself against the tree while he started nibbling on her ankle then brought her foot up to his mouth. He started to kiss and nibble on her foot.
With a gasp "Ahh, you like nibbling on my foot? I like that. Please nibble away."
He then licked her foot like it was a sultry lollypop.
After a while of soft caresses and nibbling she turned up the heat a little.
"You know, my legs go all the way up......"
Oh boy, here we go. She put her foot back down to prepare for the inevitable.
"You don't mind us going higher?"
"Shit no fella's. I'm counting on it right about now. You've both been nice gentlemen so I think I'll give you a little reward for that."
To which they started feeling up higher. I could tell she was definately enjoying this.
