And as they talked she noticed that his eyes strayed repeatedly, dropping to admire her slim legs. The short skirt had ridden up a bit when she crossed her legs, and now the hem rested at mid-thigh exposing several inches above her stockinged knee; it was at that hemline that his eyes now came to rest.
Finally, there was a pause. She took a sip of
wine, keen and expectant, and she heard him clear his throat and start, rather
"You know you have lovely legs, Wendy. Why don't you come over here and let me see them?" It was a softly spoken, courteous request.
She set her glass down and stood up, padding across the carpet to stand before him in shirtsleeves and skirt, looking down at him expectantly, waiting.
"Yes, splendid," he beamed with rich approval in his voice. "Now, let's lift up that skirt," he continued in a lowered voice, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement.
Wendy reached down to gather up two handfuls of the soft wool, raising the skirt a few inches.
"Higher." He smiled encouragingly, looking up at her and giving her a wink.
The skirt inched upward uncovering the entire lengths of those thin supple legs encased in wine-tinted ribbed nylon. Hitching up her skirt till she held in all the way up to her waist, she felt the first blush of sexual excitement. Something stirred in her, to be showing herself to him like this.
He made her stand like that for several minutes not saying a thing, not touching her, only studying with obvious appreciation, the splendid architecture of her loins: the narrow thighs; the smoothly contoured underarch; the nylon-sheathed hips; straight, subtly tapered legs.
"Turn around," he ordered in a husky voice.
Obediently Wendy turned, presenting her back to him, and finding herself face to face with her own reflection in a full-length mirror that graced the opposite wall.
"Now lean over a bit..that's right, and pull up the skirt, in the back....Look at yourself!...in the mirror".
Wendy widened her stance and bent forward from the hips, reaching behind her to hold up the short skirt. She knew that there was really not much he could see through the opaque tights and yet the very thought of showing herself to him, her skirt hiked up over her jutting bottom...she found it to be incredibly erotic. A delicious shiver of lewd naughtiness shot through her at the sight of the girl with the green eyes, bent over in wanton presentation.
For the longest time he kept her like that, her back to him, her skirt raised up behind. He was silent, but she could sense his presence, knowing his eyes were scrutinizing her slim legs and small tight butt; drinking in her nether regions, encased in the elasticized wine-colored tights.
"Beautiful," he whispered in honest admiration, thrilling the girl to the core.