She's Got Legs Novels & Stories

What does she mean I found her? “Sorry?” I let out and she waved her hand in front of her face as she signals for me to sit. I sit on the couch and she sits in front of me, crossing her legs. The woman is sex on her legs. She is tall, and slim, with dark brown hair resting just above her shoulders and dark green eyes. Her black dress hugs her curves and her high heels are so pointy and the heels so high I don’t even know how she can walk on them.

Her well toned legs were exposed under the middle slit that ran to her middle thighs. She turned around and our eyes met for a short while before she disappeared into the crowd again. Low sleek ponytail and high end face beat, blue satin dress that spelt trouble and those strap heels that clung to her legs. She was simply electrifying. Heaven help my poor captivated soul today.

Assuming the other one looks like her sister. I was so invested in staring at her that I didn't even know I was walking toward her until we bumped into each other. That dress didn't leave anything to the imagination. Her fucking breasts were literally fighting to not spill out, and I was thinking how nice it would feel to have my cock squished between them. And then there's that ass. She is what people call sex on legs. Well proportioned and isn't shy to flaunt it.

Around her neck, a necklace of genuine pearls matched the earrings, and black stiletto shoes with red soles completed the look. Saphira looked more than beautiful. She looked stunning and delicate. She looked like a woman of the highest society, born to walk in the best places. Her beautiful long hair was tied in a messy bun, and several strategically chosen rags hung loosely. Her makeup was simple, showing her natural beauty. When she elegantly exited the car, both legs sticking out at the same time before standing up, the photographers taking picture after picture were disappointed, as they expected her to open her legs for them to take pictures.

had to mention it. while I am rubbing them with my hands. she does not seem to mind. "They have to be perfect; you see my real job I'm actually a model I get paid to look good" she brags "I see so a lot of guys get to see these legs" I say unhappily, I want to be the only one seeing her legs. I start moving my hand up her legs "I guess I never thought of it like that... Why are you suddenly feeling possessive?" she asks

Aaron wasn’t her lover technically but there was a bit of complication. “I don’t have any. I’ve gotten a ton of emails from so many applicants, it’s best I reply to them today” He shrugged and downed what was left of his coffee and he then grabbed his keys. She struggled to keep up with his fast strides as he walked to his car. The heels weren’t helping, she could barely walk in a four inch heel but every night at the strip club, she’d had to dance in a seven inch heel. Her feet would hurt for the rest of the day and she’d still repeat the same thing the following night. She was glad those days were over, thanks to Aiden. He saved her from a lot of things, she was paying him by putting up w

She was too fucking adorable for her own good. “Are you hungry?” I asked, distracted by her sexy legs as she tucked them under herself again. Her short skirt rode up, and if her thighs moved apart just a little, I would’ve been able to see her panties. Good thing she’d had that blanket over her earlier, or I would have gone ballistic at the idea of Lake or Wade seeing what was for my eyes only. My mouth went dry, and I almost missed her reply. “Not really. Are you?” “Not for food,” I muttered quietly.

I skipped the cologne because it bothered her sometimes. I heard the bathroom door open. My heat skipped a beat as the Goddess stepped out. The black dress looked stunning. It was formfitting which showed off her baby bump. The long sleeves and neckline showed just enough skin. The slit in the front went up mid-thigh. The silver strappy heels were a perfect touch. She had swept her hair up into a half-up. She had twisted the front back and let loose tendrils fall in just the right places. She looked as though she stepped off the runway.

She had something those sleazy broads didn’t; Class. That hottie’s fucking legs could put the legendary Chun-Li herself to shame. Toned, with just the right amount of muscle to make me hot. I allowed myself to stare for much longer than I usually would before finally glancing down, then out at a few adrenaline junkies racing their boats in the distance straight ahead.

“I'd rather not dirty what I have on.” I had been so focused on the emotion I thought crossed her face that I hadn't noticed what she had on. She looked like the complete bombshell she was in her tight flared black dress and her long blond hair in a ponytail Ariana grande style. Our eyes went to her legs and we saw she had three inches of sandal heels on. I scoffed as I shook my head at how obvious she was being. Adam would take one look at her feet and surmise that she had been faking the whole thing all along.