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   MRWADE.210 By Master Wade

   Karen: Leg Slut #246

   Chapter One

   Call me naive, but I've never met a girl named Karen who

   didn't look like she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

   The Karen that I met just the other day was no exception.

   This Karen intrigued me for a number of reasons.  I was first

   attracted to her by her legs, which is often the case for me.

   Karen was wearing a very tight pair of jeans, and they revealed her

   as having nicely shaped legs and a generous, but tightly shaped

   ass.  She was also blonde, which never hurts, and appeared to be

   very feminine, which always helps.  She limped, slightly, when she

   walked, which is not always attractive, but in her case, was.  I

   suppose it was the way she was forced to lift her hip slightly on

   the right side when she moved that leg.  I don't really understand

   why I liked that, except that perhaps I liked to watch her ass

   move.  Anyway, the overall effect was quite nice.

   What attracted me most about Karen was the way she looked at

   me.  It's rather difficult to explain, except to say that I caught

   her staring at me on several occasions, and that the look she gave

   me, if it could have been vocalized, would have most certainly have

   been along these lines:

   "I'd love to fuck you, but I just can't at the moment."

   That is not a bad sentiment to have expressed to you, even if

   it does have to be deduced via a rather hopeful imagination.  But

   I think you know what I mean.  Some women can say a lot with their

   eyes.  This Karen said volumes.  I was confident enough of her

   meaning that I was sorely tempted to give her the old "tongue along

   the upper lip" sign in return.  I'm sure there are women who

   respond to that, even if I haven't met them yet.  Anyway, I

   restrained myself in this case.

   On this first occasion it was not possible for me to introduce

   myself to Karen, and I was forced to merely fantasize about her for

   a few weeks before seeing her again.  When I did see her again, I

   was pleased to see that she was still giving me that same look.

   There was no doubt that the look was meant for me...the focus of

   her gaze was unmistakable.  Bolstered by our many imaginary trists,

   I gathered up enough courage to say hello.

   "Hi...your name is Karen, I think?"

   "Yes, it is.  How are you?"

   "Fine thanks.  My name is Wade, and I just wanted to introduce

   myself.  I've seen you here before, and I wanted to tell you that

   you're very lovely."

   "Thank you.  I remember seeing you the last time I was here."

   "I know you must have caught me looking at you often.  I hope

   you weren't offended."

   "Not at all.  I couldn't have caught you if I hadn't been

   looking at you too, you know."

   I chuckled softly.  "Yes, I guess you have a point there.  I

   enjoy trying to read the expressions on other peoples faces.  I had

   an especially enjoyable time trying to read your expressions."

   "Oh?  And what did you read in mine?"

   "I'm almost afraid to say.  If I get it wrong then I'll come

   across as a big fool."

   "But suppose you get it right?"

   "Then there is a God afterall."

   "You've got a good sense of humor.  I like that.  So, tell

   me...what did you read in my facial expressions when I looked at

   you?"

   "Well, simply put, it seemed to me that you might have liked

   what you saw."

   "I think that may be a bit too simply put.  Is that what you

   really thought I was thinking?"

   "Sort of, yes."

   "You're being evasive.  You don't strike me as the evasive

   type."

   "What type do I strike you as being, then?"

   "You seem like a four letter word type man to me."

   "Is that so?  That's interesting."

   "Yes.  In fact, when I looked at you, and tried to read your

   expression, the word PAIN came to mind."

   We were really beginning to get somewhere now.

   "Now THAT really IS interesting."

   "Yes.  I thought perhaps you had indigestion."

   I rolled my eyes at her and scratched my cheek.  Then she

   laughed.

   "I'm only kidding.  I did like what I saw, of course.

   Otherwise I would have looked somewhere else."

   "That's good to know.  And you may be certain that I like what

   I see, as well."

   "I'm glad.  Well, my ride is here.  I'll see you again, I'm

   sure.  Bye."

   And with that, she was gone.

   Something like a month passed until I next saw Karen.  I

   didn't forget about her in the meantime, but my fantasies did

   switch back to Kim Bassinger for a while.  I'm only human,

   afterall.

   This time Karen's hungry gaze was even more enticing than

   before, and it was nice to be able to enjoy it, knowing that it was

   grounded in at least a moderate amount of appreciation.  I almost

   missed getting to speak with her, and had she not stopped and waved

   me over to her car, I would have.

   "I didn't want to leave without saying hello, but you were

   busy," she said, as I leaned in the passenger window.

   "I know.  Sorry about that.  I was afraid you would be gone

   when I got free.  You look great today."

   "Thanks.  No jeans today.  I've been doing job interviews.  Had

   to dress up a bit."

   "I like it.  You should wear skirts more often."

   "I will.  Just for you."

   "I like the sound of that."

   "By the way, you never did tell me what you really thought you

   read in my expression.  Did you see it again today?"

   I smiled.  I always saw it.

   "Yes, I did see it again today.  Stronger than ever, I

   thought."

   "And can you tell me what it was?"

   "With you in that skirt I can hardly breathe, much less tell

   you that."

   "Ahhh...a leg man, huh?  That's good to know.  Take slow

   breaths, close your eyes for a second, and just tell me.  You can

   do it."

   "Okay.  Uh...I thought that you were expressing a desire for

   a more intimate relationship between us."

   "And I thought you were a four letter word man."

   I cleared my throat.

   "A more intimate realtionship?", she continued, "that sounds

   pretty sexy.  It was a sexy look you saw me giving you?"

   "Very.  Did I read it wrong?"

   "No, I wouldn't say that.  Would you like for me to tell you

   what I was thinking?"

   "I thought you'd never ask."

   "Well, it's obvious that you're not going to."

   "I guess you're right.  So what were you thinking?"

   "That I'd love to fuck you."

   "Just another old fashioned girl, I see," I said, grinning.

   "Well, it's the truth.  Am I being too bold for you?"

   "No, not at all.  I like that."

   "Do you like it enough to do something about it?"

   "Of course.  When?  Where?"

   "Well, I can't do it right now, of course."

   "Uh huh...I figured that."

   "I suppose we could do it in my car, but not here, not now."

   "No, of course not.  But I'd like to.  Here.  Now."

   "I bet you would.  You'd like to see these legs spread open,

   wouldn't you?"

   "Oh boy, would I," I stammered.

   "Well, I CAN do that.  Here.  Now."

   "Then I think you should.  And you could probably raise the

   skirt too, couldn't you?"

   "Sure, if you'd like.  All you have to do is ask, you know."

   "I'll remember that."

   "Please do.  If I'm going to wear skirts for you all the time,

   you may as well get the best from it, don't you agree?"

   "Oh, I agree whole heartedly."

   "Okay...now watch closely..."



   Karen placed her hands along the insides of her knees and

   pushed her legs apart slowly, sliding her hands along the insides

   of her legs, working the skirt up as she went.  She didn't stop

   until the skirt was to her waist.  The panties were pink.



   "Whew...you have fantastic legs, Karen.  Even better than I

   imagined them to be.  And I love the pink panties."

   "So do you still think you'd like to fuck me?", she asked, as

   she ran her hand along the inside of her left leg sexily.

   "More than ever.  When shall I pick you up?  Where do you

   live?"

   "Well, I can't do it right now.  I'll stop by one day soon and

   we'll talk about it, okay?  I'd better go now."

   "One day soon?  Let's set a date.  Wait just a minute.  You

   don't have to be in any rush to leave, do you?"

   "Oh yes, I have to be going.  You be thinking about how you

   want to do me, okay?  See ya, honey."

   She left the skirt up, but put the car in gear and I had to

   hurry to get my head out of the window before she pulled me along

   with her car.  I watched her drive away, painfully aware of the

   hardon she had given me and how obvious it would be to anyone who

   saw me standing there.

   It was only a couple of days this time before Karen returned.

   This time I was not busy, but was standing outside in the parking

   lot when she drove up, alone, in her car.

   "Hi, handsome," she said, stopping the car beside me.

   "Well, hello to you too, you beautiful blonde," I replied.  I

   moved closer to her car and looked inside.  She was wearing a skirt

   again, just as she had hinted she would.

   "Would you like a little leg show today?", she asked, smiling.

   "I'm always ready for that," I said, hopefully.

   "Okay...here goes..." she said, moving her hands to her legs.

   Karen slid the skirt up once more, stopping about half-way up

   her thighs.

   "Oh, don't stop.  You're just getting to the best part," I

   said, with genuine disappointment.

   "But I'm wearing a garter belt today.  If I go higher you'll

   be seeing the straps and my naked thighs above the stocking tops."

   She had a pouty look on her face which was charming.

   "I think I can handle that just fine, precious," I said.

   "Anyway, the last time you showed me your panties.  Remember?"

   "Uh huh," she said.  "But this time I don't have any panties

   on."

   I felt my chest constricting.  I needed a piece of this one.

   "Then show me.  You know you want to show me.  Do it."

   This time Karen didn't have any witty remarks to make, but the

   look she gave me was liquid lust.  She took the hem of her skirt in

   hand and slowly moved it up.  When she reached the top of her legs

   I thought she was going to stop again, but instead she shifted her

   hips and pulled the skirt on up higher, bunching it around her

   waist so that I could see her entire garter belt, all of her pubic

   area, and of course, all of those legs.

   "Oh, how beautiful you are," I said, breathily.  She really

   was delightfully built, everywhere.

   "See?  No panties."

   "Oh yeah, I see.  And I like it.  Open your legs for me."

   Karen immediately complied with my request, letting her knees

   fall apart.  The gap between her thighs widened and I was able to

   see her at last.

   Karen't pubic hair was almost black and trimmed in a neat V

   shape which ended just at the hood covering her clitoris.  Her

   vaginal area was shaved clean and her pretty pink lips were swollen

   and glistening.  To look at it was to want to eat it.

   I moved my arm inside the window and began caressing her

   nearest leg just at the top of the stocking.

   "This time you've got to give me your phone number and we've

   got to make arrangements to meet somewhere," I said, gently

   touching her naked thigh and moving my hand closer to her wet

   pussy.

   "So you still want to fuck me?", she asked, her voice becoming

   heavy with passion.

   "Everybody in the world wants to fuck you, baby, but me more

   than any of the rest.  How could I not want to?" My hand reached

   the top of her leg and I moved my fingers toward her clitoris.

   "I want you to do it," she replied, closing her eyes as she

   felt my fingers begin touching her pussy.

   "I know.  That's why you come here and pull your dress up for

   me and show me your naked pussy.  A girl that does that wants to be

   fucked pretty badly."

   "I need it real bad," she said, sliding a bit lower in the

   seat.

   "Let's go somewhere now and do it," I suggested, rubbing her

   clitoris in small circles with my fingertips.  "I'll fuck you

   good."

   "God, I'm soooo hot," she said, moving her hips slightly,

   fucking back at me.  She opened her eyes and looked at me, her

   eyelids closed slightly, her mouth parted.

   "Let's go fuck, Karen," I said, sliding the fingers between

   her lips.  Her little cunt was sopping wet.

   "Yes, fuck," she said, staring into my eyes.  "I love to fuck.

   Will you fuck me?"

   "I'll fuck you good.  My cock is so hard.  Let me put it in."

   I slid two fingers into her hole.  Karen looked down at her

   opened legs and held her skirt flat against her stomach so that she

   could watch me fingering her.  She was breathing hard.

   "Oh, God, that feels soooo good.  I can't believe you're

   finger fucking me out here in the parking lot!"

   "We need to go somewhere, Karen," I said.  "We need to go

   somewhere so that I can put my cock in that hot little pussy of

   yours.  You want my cock inside, don't you?"

   "Yes...oh yes, I want it sooo much.  But I don't know where we

   can go."

   "Can't we go to your place?", I asked, working the fingers in

   and out of her.

   "No...my boyfriend might be there.  Take me to your house."

   "But my house is thirty miles away.  I'd be away from work too

   long."

   "Unnnggh," Karen moaned.  She grabbed my wrist and pushed my

   fingers in and out of her more rapidly.  "I love to fuck sooo

   much!"



   Just then a car pulled into the parking lot and headed

   straight for us.  My arm was far too obviously where it should not

   be.  I couldn't let anyone see me finger fucking this girl in the

   parking lot.  It could mean my job.

   "Here comes a car," I said, hurriedly, pulling my fingers out

   of her, against her wishes, and mine.  She looked around at the

   oncoming vehicle.

   "Oh shit, it's Ralph," she said, tugging at her skirt to pull

   it down.

   "Ralph?  Is that your boyfriend?", I asked, sliding my cunt

   juice soaked hand into my pants pocket to wipe the gism off.

   "Yes!  What is HE doing here?"

   "I don't know, but he has great timing.  Call me or something,

   okay?", I said, walking away from the car.  I'd let her sort out

   the rest of it on her own.



   A couple of hours later, Karen called.

   "Hey, I'm really sorry about what happened," she said.

   "It's okay," I said.  "Could he tell?"

   "I don't think so.  He asked who you were, but that was all.

   I'm still so hot that I can't think straight.  You really had me

   going."

   "I know, and I loved it.  You didn't tell me you had a

   boyfriend."

   "No.  I guess you don't want to fuck me now that you know I

   have a boyfriend?"

   "I didn't say that.  But it's nice to know what risks one is

   running."

   "Yeah, I know.  Sorry about that.  At first I was just playing

   with you, but now I really do want it.  I guess that's pretty cheap

   of me, isn't it?"

   "I'm just glad you want it.  Is there any chance that you can

   come to my house some evening?  Or during the day on my day off?"

   "Yes.  That's probably what we should do.  You're not married

   or anything?"

   "No.  Divorced.  We'd have all the privacy in the world at my

   house."

   "Yummy...that sounds wonderful.  I...uh..."

   "What?"

   "I should tell you...I don't want to break up with my

   boyfriend."

   "You just want me to fuck you...nothing more than that,

   right?"

   "It sounds so awful when you say it like that.  You're a nice

   guy...it's just that...well, I don't know...we've been going

   together for a long time."

   "He doesn't fuck you enough?", I asked.

   "Actually, it seems like that's all we do, is fuck," she said.

   "I don't know.  I guess I should be satisfied to just fuck him.

   I'm terrible, I know."

   "Are you fucking anyone else?"

   "No...not now, anyway."

   "But you have in the past?  Or is there someone else you want

   to fuck besides me and Ralph?"

   "I did some other guys before, while Ralph and I were going

   together.  There isn't anyone else now...well, there are lots of

   guys I'd love to fuck, but no one else that I'm planning on

   fucking."

   "You love to make guys want to fuck you, don't you, Karen?",

   I asked.

   "Yes, I guess I do.  It's pretty easy for me to do that, and

   it's exciting.  I'm bad, huh?"

   "Oh yeah, you're a bad girl, Karen," I said.  "But a

   deliciously bad girl.  You know how to use those legs to get what

   you want.  I like that about a girl.  And, you like everything

   about fucking...even the word, don't you?"

   "Uh huh!  You caught on to that, didn't you?  I like to say it

   and hear it.  All this talk about fucking we've been doing has me

   so hot I can hardly sit still."

   "Can you come to see me tonight?", I asked.

   "Would that be okay?  I know it's kind of short notice."

   "Tonight is fine.  I don't need much notice.  When you need to

   be fucked, just let me know."

   "I'll remember that," she said, chuckling a little.  "Tell me

   how to get to your house, and I'll try to be there by nine...okay?"

   It was more than okay.  I told her how to find my house and we

   ended our conversation.  I wasn't sure that I believed she would

   show up, but I certainly had high hopes.

   Continued in MRWADE.211............

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