Open Legs Novels & Stories

“Open wider. I want to be deep, deep inside you.” I put my other foot on the floor, spreading my legs wide until I worried I would break a hip. He lifted himself up on one arm. He stared down at me, his eyes focused on my breasts that felt swollen and achy. His other hand reached up, kneading the sensitive flesh before tweaking my nipple.

With the strong lights of the dressing room on, that man's clothes became even more flashy. He had to have a very high self-esteem to use that, or an insane courage to put up with comments for his bad choice. Anyway, I opened a smile that I was sure would captivate him, letting him see how my crossed legs highlighted the thickness of my thighs.

"Um...where is the outfit?" Leander walked to a nearby closet and returned, holding the garment out to me. Two strips of lightweight fabric made up the front, stitched together right beneath the breast-line, creating a low V-neck, and then otherwise left apart as they trailed down to the ground. The same was done for the back, sewn together only at the shoulders, leaving the sides completely open.

With one hand I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall. Erin broke off the kiss and looked down and then stepped back. I was now wearing just my leggings and these hid very little. I reached down to my crotch: the leggings were very damp. I pressed my finger into my pussy cleft and rubbed while Erin watched. I raised my hands to my hips and hooked my thumbs into the waistband my leggings. What I was about to do was hugely risky: even though access into this room was highly restricted and it was late, someone could walk in. I didn't care! In fact, the risk was turning me on even more as I pushed my leggings down. I never bothered with panties under leggings so Erin was immediately treated to the

“Time for hip openers,” he said, voice rough with fresh lust. “Spread wide.” I bent my knees and let my thighs fall open as far as they could, feet flat on the mat, pussy completely exposed. His cum oozed out slow and obscene, coating my asshole and dripping down to the mat in thick white strings. The sight made my clit throb again already.

Me on the table, legs spread, his face between my thighs. She dramatically cleared her throat, giving me a knowing look. “So, the VVIP lounge is free, and I don’t think anyone will be down there for a while…”

"What's this?" "Wait, you can't read? Wow! I'll have to read it for …" "Shut up. I can read," she replied angrily and went through the document. "Wow!" "Isn't it amazing? This is practically the solution to our problem. We both don't want this marriage, anyway. So, we shouldn't allow it to be a hindrance to our happiness." Rhoda nodded. "Open marriage?" "I know you have a boyfriend. I've heard you call him a couple of times and you know I have a girlfriend, too. So, we can both be with the ones we love without feeling restricted. Freedom. You get what I mean?"

As he continued to make fun of me, I let out a loud groan and groaned. After pulling himself up to his full height, Jack took off his shirt and walked around shirtless. I was able to make out the ripples of his muscles just under the surface of his skin as he flexed his arms. He threw his pants to the ground and stepped out of them, revealing an enormous erection that was standing upright and pointing directly upwards and outwards towards the heavens. He snatched his cock quickly and started vigorously stroking it in his hands. In the middle of the picture, his balls swung lazily below the rigid rod he had placed there.

So light I almost miss it. I hold my breath. Another knock. Three taps, spaced apart, careful. I swing my legs out of bed before I decide to. My feet find the floor, and I cross the room in four steps, my hand hovering over the handle. The wood is cool under my palm. I open the door. Caleb stands in the hallway, backlit by the dim light from the living room. He's shirtless. Just sweatpants, low on his hips, the shadows carving out the lines of his chest, his stomach. His hair is messy, like he's been running his hands through it.

Callie The kitchen felt too big for just the two of us or maybe it was just that he was standing so still, leaning against the counter like he belonged there. The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only sound between us. His eyes lifted to meet mine and just like that, a whole day of distance, the cold avoidance, the deliberate sidestepping, snapped I had told myself I wasn’t going to start this but standing here in the middle of the night, barefoot, wearing an oversized pajama top and nothing else but shorts he couldn’t see under the hem, I forgot that decision.