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Click hereAUTHOR'S NOTE: A very quick short story, a teaser really, about a leggy mom and the young man she drives mad with her legs. No sex - yet. More to come, if comments and votes warrant.
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She slipped into the booth of the crowded restaurant in her skin-tight slacks that ended at the knees. The sexy, dark-haired 49-year old mom had just come from the gym and was hungry and in need of refueling after her grueling workout.
It was leg day at the gym. Carlyne's favorite. The beautiful woman had stunning legs naturally, and was honing them to muscular perfection in her routine gym visits. She'd always gotten comments on her legs, how full and shapely and strong they were. But after hitting the weights for several months, they'd grown to a fine-tuned proportion that got even more notice.
Such as from the young man next to her in the adjacent seat of the restaurant that had long benches and separate tables. She'd scarcely noticed the young man, all of 18 or 19, when she sat. But as she looked over her menu, sipping coffee, and curling the calf nearest him into a fierce ball of muscular, fleshy steel, she couldn't help notice him. Noticing her.
Or more pointedly, it. That luscious calf she was flashing at him under the table, at an angle only he could see.
And he was seeing. And watching intently.
This pleased Carlyne, a slight smile spreading on her pretty face. She decided to toy with him, gauge his reaction to that spectacular, flared calf so alluring close. Leaving her toes curled and balling the thick flesh of her calf into a shapely fist of muscle, she tensed the entire lower leg, the thick striated separation of muscle running down her shin from her knee to her foot, pulsating, throbbing, dancing ever so slightly. And quite noticeably.
She heard the groan of the young man, soft and barely perceptible. She smiled more broadly now, turning to her left to address the waitress with her order, twisting the other leg slightly more in the young man's direction, continuing to pulsate that alluring muscle and tendon and sinew. For his eyes only.
She never let up, now leaning one hand down to scratch that calf and playfully caress the thick bubble of muscle balled up above her heel. She heard him groan again. And then as her order came and she ate, with her peripheral vision noticed the young man's hands in his lap - holding his cell phone.
"The naughty boy!" she thought, smiling and nibbling her fruit plate. "He's taking pictures or videos of my leg!"
And he was, of course, gathering material for later use, one that suddenly hit Carlyne with clarity. He would use the footage later, at home, alone in his bed, watching her muscular calf's dance.
She groaned herself now, emitting it before she realized she was. His pleasure pleased her, and she tensed her meaty thighs together in an involuntary but entirely necessary response.
She came as she flexed and relaxed her quivering thighs, quickly, wetly, and quite satisfyingly.
She finished her meal, paid her tab, constantly working that supple, spectacular calf to the young man's delight. She gathered her belongings and turned toward him to start the slide from the seat. His eyes met hers. She smiled an alluring smile. His jaw dropped.
"Did you get some good footage, young man?" she asked in a whisper, no one else hearing, her bright green eyes flashing behind her stylishly framed glasses.
"What? Foot...footage...what do you..." the young man stammered, aghast at being busted and stumbling badly to correct it.
"It's quite all right, I'm flattered actually," she smiled, leaning closer to him, her sweet breath on his face. "My calves are pretty muscular, I work at it pretty hard. It's nice to be noticed. And you did notice."
That wasn't a question.
"I said," she continued more sternly, maintaining her flashing smile. "You DID notice."
The young man gulped, nodding slightly.
"I'm...I'm sorry...it's just...legs...they..."
"Drive you crazy, yes, I know, many men are like that?" she giggled, putting her warm hand on the young man's forearm, delighting in his jumping reaction. "Don't be sorry. Enjoy the footage."
"En...joy?" he squeaked weakly.
"Oh, don't be coy with me young man," she laughed gently. "Yes, enjoy, enjoy looking at this rather remarkable, meaty, muscular calf as you..."
Boldly, she looked around to ensure no one was watching, and slipped a hand beneath his table, suddenly and completely squeezing his hard cock in his pants, the boy jumping. She laughed.
"Take matters into your OWN hand!" she hissed, releasing him.
She winked at him. His eyes bulged wider at her sexy permission giving. He nodded frantically, wishing her hand would finish him. Or her legs.
She stood to leave and leaned to him again.
"Get 'em on the way out," she hissed. "They're gorgeous when I walk!"
He nodded, sweat beading on his handsome face.
"And maybe we'll meet again," she cooed. "I have some...some special exercises for my calves that you'd be perfect to help me with..."
"Really?" he asked in a low gasp. "Like what?"
"You'll see," she laughed. "When I see if I can...squeeeeze you into my schedule!"
She strode away, those fisted calves erupting into sweet fleshy diamonds, the boy filming away.
Thinking of what her calves could - and would - do to the young man, or any suitable one, made her feel sexier than ever...
My MOM was my FAVORITE MILF!
Excellent story!
Thank you, milfleglover, you lefted the spirits of a senior citizen.
Years ago i was in love with a woman with beatiful legs. Once we entered a Shoeless Joe bar for lunch. She was dressed to kill, office attire. Her skirt was above the knees and her knees, her calves, her ankles, & in part her feet, were on full display...
At 2 tables there were guys, 3 per table. As we were led to be seated by the waitress, SIX JAWS DROPPED. They were in awe... speechless. I realized i was a lucky dog. Since that moment i started worshipping Lady Luck together with LEGS! Can't have the latter without the former. (Does this make any sense?)
You know your stories spring more hard-ons, make mature women go "Hmmmm... I could do that to a younger man" and produce more cum than a horse. Keep up the great work!!!
Thanks for the kind comments, and votes. Would like to see the rating rise, so part two is done and submitted, awaiting approval and posting.
I, too, am smitten by public sightings of great legs, older-women's legs, wondering if those women truly know the potential power of those legs, the effect they have on us leg-worshipping men! Perhaps not, so that's what these stories are for...
I am a legs and feet man. I loved your 5-star story. Yesterday at the Steeplegate Mall in Concord, NH, I saw a young lady in a short skirt and great legs buying something from the pretzel place. I wanted to kneel down behind her and lick and kiss her from her ankles all the way up to the heaven between her thighs! And she was wearing shoes that left most of her sexy feet exposed. The heels had no back, and she was reaching up to get something such that I could see almost all of her beautiful feet. The bottoms of her feet were exposed. Only her sexy toes were in contact with the shoes. I stared at her from behind for a good 20 seconds. It was fabulous. Thanks for reminding me of that. Since I'm over 70, I did not approach her. If she had been as old as your main character, the exposure could have led to more.
and TOTALLY enjoy it, too - don't you? KEEP UP the GOOD work!
It teases US, too!
Totally an amazing story...Need more! Its the perfect teaser, getting one excited but not quite enough to finish themselves off ;)