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Woman In An Armchair
by Darian (address withheld)

***

What did I notice first? I don't really remember. (M-
solo, mast)

***

She's seductively stretched out on a fairly wide, shiny 
leather armchair with her arms folded across her 
midsection as if she doesn't want us to see her navel. 
Her right leg is dangling over the end of one of the 
armchair's well-padded arms while her left shoulder is 
gently rubbing against the other leather-covered arm. 

Her head, framed by longer-than-shoulder-length curly, 
milk-chocolate hair, is tossed back but not wantonly. 
She knows what she's doing and knows what she wants. 
She might even feel that she's in control. Above her 
arms, her breasts are somewhat flattened but her 
nipples are indicating that she's interested in our 
interest in her.

Her legs are comfortably spread apart. The centre of 
our attention is meant to be drawn to what she is 
readily displaying to us. Her pubic hair, looking very 
natural and very close to the color of the hair framing 
her face, is mischievously revealing almost the full 
length of her crevice of carnal curiosity. She has 
prepared herself generously for this first impression 
of her genitalia and it is exciting to think of her 
having massaged herself gently just so that we would 
have the view that we now have of her.

But we're distracted by her black-stockinged legs. 
Seductively sheer, the stockings nicely enclose the 
length of her legs, showing their shape smoothly and 
sensuously. Ah, the thrilling thought of running our 
fingers up those legs to the lacy band at the top and 
then beyond the silky material onto the uncovered parts 
of her thighs... so close to where she wants our 
attention to be. We can make this journey as many times 
as we want. 

She loves having her legs caressed. And, whenever we 
want, our fingers can trace the garters dutifully 
allowing her stockings to stay in place for our 
pleasure. We can travel along one garter, across her 
flattened abdomen and down another to her other leg. We 
wouldn't want to limit our explorations to just one of 
her magnificent legs. In fact, she will want us to 
explore both legs simultaneously.

She's wearing black high-heeled shoes. We might want 
her to take them off so that our fingers can begin 
their journey along her smoothly covered legs at her 
toes, across her feet, along the muscles of her lower 
legs and then further upward. But she will tell us that 
she will keep them on. She feels wantonly wicked in 
them and that's okay with us!

She knows that we want to see more of her so she slowly 
begins to change positions. She stays in the chair but 
moves around so that she's looking over one shoulder at 
us. Her hair is now wantonly wandering over her 
shoulders. As she changes positions, we catch a peak at 
her breasts, no longer flattened but revealing 
themselves to be full and anxious for our tender touch. 
But she raises her leg and leans down so that her chest 
is quickly hidden. 

She wants our eyes to wander to she what she wants them 
to see. We're appreciatively presented with a 
demonstration of how her stockings attentively continue 
to caress what they're touching as the lower part of 
her beautiful body commands our attention. She's rolled 
herself over in such a way that we now have an inviting 
view of the right cheek of her delightful derriere. One 
knee is now kneeling, buried in the centre of the 
armchair, while the other is raised showing sensuously 
the curve of her lower right leg, outlined nicely in 
the midnight-colored nylon pliantly reshaping itself to 
the changing shape of the leg it is caressing. 

The flesh of her flank is stretched tight and it is 
raised enough for us to see her genitalia now exposed 
to us at a different angle. We might first think that 
she doesn't know that we can what we can see but I 
suspect she knows very well that the folds of her 
valley of sexual vitality are very visible.

She lowers her knee onto the arm of the chair and 
continues rotating the angle of our vantage point so 
that she fleetingly gives us a more complete glance at 
her secret places. She continues moving and steps 
backwards off the chair. Placing both feet noiselessly 
on the floor, she spreads her legs slightly apart and 
bends down so that she's leaning on one of the chair's 
well-padded arms. 

We know her breasts are now hanging downward, waiting 
for our hands to find a way to gently clutch their 
curves. But, for now, she is now presenting for our 
admiration the backs of her legs, leading up to her 
delightful derriere. We quickly see that she has 
mischievously managed to angle our viewpoint of her 
beautiful backside so that we do not have a direct view 
of those places that are still sensuously secret. 

The backs of her legs are smooth and the sheer, silky 
material outlining their curves for us has again 
dutifully shaped itself perfectly in tune with the 
shapes of her lower limbs. Our eyes wander along their 
length up to the band of lace circling her legs near 
the top of her thighs.

Our fingers can now tantalizingly slide uninterruptedly 
up the full length of her legs: starting at her ankles, 
along her calves, playfully over the backs of her 
knees, getting increasingly excitedly once in contact 
with the backs of her thighs, over the lace bands 
signaling the tops of her stockings, over the naked 
flesh at the very top of her legs and onto the flesh 
waiting for us on both sides of the crevice creating 
the defining shape of her delightful derriere. Ah, we 
repeat ourselves whenever we come to her bare bottom 
but her derriere is truly delightful and we genuinely 
want to emphasize this point repeatedly.

Ahhhhhhhh, she knows that the thought of thrusting the 
major manifestation of our sexual excitement between 
those licentious legs will be the finishing touch to 
our orgasmic adventure. The thought of getting inside 
this delightful female brings on the definitive 
demonstration of our desire to fully enjoy the charms 
she has shown us and the charms she has yet to show us.

But she will show them to us for she definitively has 
something additional in mind and we will be eager to 
continue with her wants and desires. Her pleasure will 
be our pleasure and the thought of giving her pleasure 
adds to our pleasure...

The End

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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