I've Never Seen Your Legs

I've Never Seen Your Legs

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Nikkie Janes 2024

The unopened, official-looking letter lying on the coffee table was driving me insane, even more than my two kids, seven-year-old Erica and five-year-old Robert, who were rushing around the place, screaming and shouting as they chased and played with each other.

I desperately wanted to open it but was determined to wait until my husband, Oscar, got in from work. What was in it would determine the course of the rest of our lives. We were both pretty sure we knew the answer, but there was always a doubt until you had the final official decision.

Oscar finally arrived home after running late due to an unscheduled meeting. This was one of the reasons for the decisions we had made. Long hours, stress, and a completely uneven work/life balance.

I handed him the letter and waited with bated breath, as with shaking hands, he opened it. His face broke into a beaming smile, and he burst out, "Yes!" The noise of his shout brought the kids running into the lounge from where they were playing in the kitchen for dinner.

Erica gave a mock retching sound as she saw Oscar and I hugging one another as we danced around the kitchen.

"What's up, mummy?" Robert enquired.

"It's the news that we've just got in this letter."

"The one you've been wanting to open all afternoon?" Erica asked perceptively.

"Yes, sweetie. That letter. And it means we are all, all of us going on a big adventure very soon. A big journey." Oscar and I didn't tell the kids exactly what that adventurous journey actually was just then, that would come later.

What the letter was, was the acceptance of our application to emigrate to Australia.

We'd become disenchanted with our life in the North West of England and had explored several options, including relocating to Cornwall or Devon, places we love. Don't get me wrong, we love Manchester, the amenities of the city, and its easy access to some stunning countryside, but we needed to address the amount of time both of us were spending on work, and the effect it was having on our family life. Leaving the UK just appeared to be the best option not only for Oscar and me but also for the kids going forward. Yes, it would be a wrench and hard for us at first, but the kids were young enough to make new friends and settle down quickly enough.

We'd both already had tentative offers of jobs on the premise of our acceptance for emigration.

The next couple of weeks were a blur as we put the house up for sale, sorted out our new jobs and arranged somewhere to live, even if only temporarily.

"Hi Ruth, you're moving, I see, leaving us." Neil, a neighbour from two doors down, said to me one day as I walked past his house as he was cleaning his car.

"Yep."

"Jane and I will be sorry about that. We've loved you as neighbours since you've been here and watching the kids grow up. Are you staying local?"

We'd not really told anyone about where we were moving to at that time, but I knew that eventually we would have to, and I was bursting to tell someone.

"Actually, we're emigrating. Off to Aussie soon."

"Bloody hell, that's a shock." I went on to tell Neil of the reasons why, and he nodded his head in understanding.

"I can't say I blame you. When are you planning on leaving?"

"Not just yet, about a month. If the house isn't sold by then, we'll leave it all to the estate agents."

"I wish you luck and hope things work out for all of you, but I am disappointed, and the bloody Aussie blokes will probably get to see something I've not. You know Ruth, you've been a flaming tease all the years you've lived here."

I looked at Neil, wondering what the hell he was going on about. "What? A tease, how?"

"Your legs, I've never seen your legs properly, you are always wearing leggings or long dresses, even on the hottest of days."

"Oh, and you'd like to see them, is that it?"

"It would be nice, just the once."

A little annoyed that he'd been so forward and that for the years I'd lived a couple of doors away, he'd be secretly perving and looking out for me. Taking the offensive, I blurted out, "You've never seen my tits either."

Suddenly, I realised what I'd said, as Neils's mouth dropped open in shock. I'm sure my face went red at the same time. Why had I said that? Neil had never flirted with me before. Yeah, he talked when we passed. And I'm sure he eyed me up and down when he got the chance, but he'd never made an off-colour remark and made a pass at me. There'd never been anything creepy about the way he talked or looked at me. Until now.

Although it was hard to tell at times, especially in the summer when he was constantly wearing sunglasses. I'd say he had a bit of a thing about them. He had about 5 or 6 pairs, either with mirrored lenses, like the Ray-Ban aviators he had on today, or the Oakleys he also frequently used. Or else the lenses were very dark so that you couldn't see his eyes. He seemed to pair the colour of the frames with what he was wearing that day.

"Not bothered about your tits, although I'm sure they're perfect, small and round I'd hazard a guess, but Ruth your legs are meant to be on show a bit more.

"I suppose it's my age, growing up at the end of the mini-skirt era, I like to see a girl in a short skirt. Don't get me wrong, but it's natural for a woman of your age to show her legs off properly once in a while. But I've never expected you to be walking around with your boobs on show. Although that strappy top you've had on recently showed them off pretty well. Paired with a nice mini, or pair of shorts would have been perfect. Sorry if I've caused offence, but it seems like I've missed out. With the hot weather, we're due next week, I was hoping that just for once... Well, pity. "

Neil turned away to continue cleaning his car as I walked back to my house stunned, wondering what the hell had just happened. Had I unwittingly flirted with Neil, had he with me and I'd not realised, or was he just being honest and open. He was right. I very rarely wore short skirts, almost never in fact. That I could understand, but why had I even mentioned him seeing my tits?

Did I secretly fancy him just a little bit? No. Okay, he's not bad-looking, but I'd never thought of him in that way. Why would I, I was happily married. Neil is late 50s or early 60s in age, and both he and Jane had retired early. Neil was still in good condition, with no real fat on him, and his muscle tone was good.

He'd played rugby when younger and it showed. The physique and muscles were still there, if not as defined as I was sure they had been. He'd got muscles in places Oscar didn't have places.

Oscar is thin and sinewy, with not an ounce of excess flesh on him anywhere. He's a runner, so keeps in trim, but in a different way to Neil, who has broad shoulders and a slab of a chest narrowing to a trim waist. His arse was quite nice as well. Probably power his cock quite nicely into a willing girl. Where the hell had that idea come from!

If I'm honest, I'd probably looked at him the way I now suspected he had done with me. Despite being married I'm still a woman and I'm happy to look at and appreciate good-looking guys, even if I am never going to do anything with them. I was happy to look at the menu, but always went home for the meal.

I knew Neil went to the gym 4 times a week. Jane did the same, but they used different gyms for some reason. Jane wasn't as well kept as Neil, but still okay for her age. Jane also played golf a couple of times a week.

That night I didn't sleep well, my mind was in turmoil over what I had said to Neil, and his reaction to it.

Over the next few days, I'd forgotten about my conversation with Neil due to the constant rushing to get things sorted out for our move. The kids had been told, but it hadn't really sunk into them what was happening, and how far away they were going to be in their new home.

As Neil had predicted the weather had become hotter. I'd dropped off the kids at school and I was supposed to be working from home today, but wasn't in the mood and was skiving by going through my wardrobe, deciding what to keep and what to throw out for the relocation, when I came across an old skirt. It's one I used to role-play in with Oscar before the kids came along. In fact, I think that skirt was the reason Erica came about. Oscar had got very excited and carried away and had really taken me quite roughly, it had been great sex. The skirt is very short, with blue and grey checks on a red background, basically a kilt or sort of thing a schoolgirl would wear and leaves nothing to the imagination, barely covering my arse. Hence the role-play thing. Naughty schoolgirl, if you needed it spelled out.

The reason I don't wear short skirts is I don't think my legs are as good enough as they should be. To me, the thighs are a little bit chunky, not flabby, God forbid, but a little bit on the large size, and my calves are just a tad too chubby. Neil had been right about my tits though. Small, round, firm and still perky despite breastfeeding two kids, the nipples are small, pink and incredibly sensitive.

I'm tiny in height, barely above five feet two inches tall, so I've not got the length in my legs to cover their thickness. I suppose my best features are my almond-shaped, brown eyes, sitting aside a snub nose, on a pretty face, framed by shoulder length, thick and shiny dark brown hair. I'm happy with my figure and tight little bum.

For a laugh, I decided to try the skirt on, but I was definitely going to throw it out. It still fit and, surprisingly to me, my legs didn't look that bad, I must have firmed them up with all the walking I was doing with the kids. Deciding to go the full hog, I put on a tight white blouse as well. Yep, the old look was there I thought, as I paraded in front of my wardrobe mirror.

When I looked out of the bedroom window, I saw Jane's car was just pulling off their driveway. She was off to play golf for the day, and wouldn't be back until late evening. Lucky for some, I thought.

For some reason, I didn't change out of the skirt and blouse as I continued going through my wardrobe and then did the washing up.

Lucky for some, echoed in my brain, then I thought, why not make Neil's day and let him see my legs.

Nobody was on the street as I walked the three doors between us and rang Neil's front doorbell.

"Bloody hell!" was Neil's reaction when he opened the door to see me standing there.

Neil stood back and opened the door wider allowing me to enter, we both knew there was no way I could stand on his doorstep dressed the way I was.

"Well you wanted to see my legs, so here they are," I said as I stood in Neil's lounge. His eyes were running up and down my legs, never shifting from them. Not looking at my face or figure, just running up and down my legs.

"Legs yes, sexy schoolgirl, no. Nice though, very nice, you look good. I knew they would be. I told you you've been tormenting me with wearing those flaming leggings."

"Satisfied now?"

"Very," Neil paused and licked his lips before continuing, "you also mentioned seeing your tits." At the same time, his hands reached out and began to undo the buttons on my blouse. That was the moment I should have called an end to things and walked out. I knew Neil wouldn't have pressed things and done anything if I had done so. Instead, I stood still.

Now he was looking at me, into my eyes, and I could see longing and desire in his. He took his time with each button, I think he was allowing me to come to my senses and say stop. I knew he was never going to do that unless I told him to.

When all the buttons were undone he pulled the hem from the waistband of my skirt, then pulled the blouse off. I wasn't wearing a bra which seemed to surprise Neil.

"I was right, they are small and round, and perfect."

I was shaking with nerves as I stood there, nobody apart from Oscar had seen me like this in the nine years I had been married.

My nipples had hardened and were sticking away from my tits. Neil didn't make a grab for me, simply stood admiring the sight before him. Now was the time, if not before, that I should have called an end to things. I'd given Neil a good look at my legs, which fulfilled his dreams, and a flash of tit, which was more than he could have ever expected, this was the time to stop things before anything else happened. Anything physical that we would regret.

He didn't reach out and grab me, but his hands moved forward and rested on my waist, just above my hips. I stayed where I was. The touch of his hands on my skin was like a searing hot flame. And also incredibly intimate. Still, I didn't move or say anything to break the spell he was casting over me. His hands moved slowly up my torso until they were just under my boobs. His thumbs almost, but not touching them. He paused looking at me, as if waiting for me to give him permission to continue. Again putting the emphasis on me. Permission we both knew he didn't need. I nodded my acceptance almost imperceptibly.

Neil's hands moved higher as his thumbs rubbed over my nipples, sending a shiver of excitement through me. This was so wrong, I thought. I'm a happily married woman. Why am I letting a neighbour take control of me? But hadn't I instigated things by coming here in the first place, and why?

Neil took hold of my nipples between his thumb and first finger and pinched and rolled them around and around. I could sense the excitement and nerves running through him as he bent his head forward and kissed first one boob and then the other, before concentrating on sucking and licking the right one, while his thumb played with the nipple on the left. His other hand was around my waist gently holding me against him, his hand cupping but not squeezing my arse cheek.

He continued to play and tease my tits for what seemed like an eternity driving me mad with lust. Breaking away, Neil spoke and changed things between us again.

"Ruth, I think you should leave now... Before I do something to you that I want to. Something that's been a fantasy of mine ever since I first saw you."

I didn't move, "What do you want to do to me? What's your fantasy?" I enquired, both apprehensively but also with excitement. What sort of fantasy would my neighbour have that involved me?

"Eat your pussy."

That wasn't something I was expecting! When does a man ever say that to a girl!

"I don't want you to do anything for me, we don't even need to have sex, but that is something I've fantasised about for a while now."

Eat it? He made a bloody gourmet meal of it. And how could I not have sex with him after a request like that?

He took my silence as consent, and it was, that and me reaching behind me to undo the skirt and let it fall to the floor. Wearing only a pair of high-waisted white cotton panties Neil led me from the lounge into what seemed like a spare bedroom with an unmade, but clean bed in it and stood me facing him. He sank to his knees, as I pushed the panties over my hips, down my trembling thighs and let them fall to the floor, before stepping out of them.

"Thank you. Perfect." Neil whispered as he stared at my pussy, which was neatly trimmed. I think the comment was in response to my pussy and not me taking my panties off. Unbidden, my hand reached down and I parted the lips. God I was turned on, I could smell my excitement from where I was, what it would be like for Neil who was in close proximity I could only guess.

Gently, and without a word, Neil moved my hands away and continued to look at my pussy, but I'm sure I saw him lick his lips, either in anticipation, or savouring the aroma that was emanating from me.

Like with my tits, he took his time. His hands went to the back of my thighs and slowly rubbed up until they were just under the crease of my arse, and then back down to my knees. A slow gentle stroking that was both soothing and exciting at the same time.

The next stage started with a gentle press of his lips on my belly button, before moving downwards with soft kisses that barely touched me. Down the crease in my groin, skirting my pussy and down to my left knee. His hands were still running up and down the back of my thighs, cupping and parting my arse cheeks occasionally. Oh God, stick a finger in there, I silently pleaded.

The kisses reversed direction and came back up my trembling thigh, over my belly, again skirting the top of my slit, then down the other side. This time he was licking my thigh with his tongue. My hands were resting on his shoulders, feeling the tension in them. He was as nervous and excited as I was!

Back up my thighs, the kissing continued, this time he stayed over my pussy. Did he kiss it? I don't know, the touch, if there was a touch, was featherlight. But I could feel hot breaths wafting against it. There it was! That first definite contact. A strong, confident lick of a tongue up and down my slit, ploughing deep into me.

"Ohhhh, yeahhh," I moaned. Neil sniggered at my response, then continued to lick up and down, increasing both the speed and pressure he was using, before coming back down again. He was slurping on me as his tongue sought out and found my clit, playing with it, licking on the side, or rolling over the tip of the nub. By now Neil had inserted a couple of fingers into my pussy and was working my G-spot with expertise.

The other arm was around the back of my thighs, supporting me as I was shaking and almost falling over with tension. I knew I was going to cum, and soon. Neil played with my clit, flicking and licking it as his fingers worked harder and faster in my pussy. A heat was building in me, and then it broke. The heat turned white hot and flashed through my body. Making me shake and shiver. My legs went weak as I came, juices leaking from me as my vision blurred. My nipples were throbbing as I had been unconsciously playing with them.

Neil's tongue was now in my pussy, replacing his sticky fingers, licking up the juices that were flowing as if it was nectar for the Gods, and from the way Neil was savouring it, to him it was.

As I regained my composure and was able to stand unaided, Neil kissed his way up my body until he was towering above me and looked down at me with a contented smile on his face.

I looked back at him in amazement. He'd fingered me, eaten me out, felt up my tits, and we'd not even kissed yet. I moved into his arms and we righted that omission. I could taste myself on his lips when I broke the kiss.

"I can taste me on you," I said.

"Um, beautiful isn't it!"

Not really, I thought to myself.

"The very essence of a woman, the core of her being, her primaeval existence. I love eating a pussy. The sight, the taste, the aroma, the feel of such an intimate place on my tongue and lips. I love to experience that on the thousands of taste sensations in all of my tongue. The different areas that register different tastes."

Neil kissed me again, and suddenly I understood what he meant. When he'd said he wanted to eat my pussy, he'd also said that we didn't have to have sex. Well, now I did. If I'm honest I'd wanted that from the moment I'd walked down the street. I'd know what I was doing, and what would happen, but not why. I still didn't. But now I wanted sex.

I pulled Neil's shirt from him, then quickly removed his pants, taking hold of his hard cock, which wasn't massive either in length or girth, but not on the small side either. I stroked it a few times, rolling my hand over the end, then bent my head and gave it a quick lick up and down before taking it into my mouth. I worked it in and out for a couple of minutes before stopping.

I fell onto the mattress, pulling Neil with me. As we landed he was perfectly positioned between my parted thighs and without any hesitation he pushed into me with a sigh.

I felt my pussy open and expand as it allowed entry to this unfamiliar cock. The first different one that it's felt in over twelve years of courting and marriage. Neil's hips began to work as he pumped in and out, starting slowly he soon built up a steady pace, getting balls deep with every thrust he made.

I pulled my legs under me and thrust upwards to meet him, intensifying the power. I was clenching and releasing my pussy with every thrust. Neil's face was buried into my shoulder as he was kissing and licking my neck. Nipping gently on it occasionally.

"I'm close. Fuck me, I'm close," Neil gasped as my arms went around him, just as he exploded filling me with his baby-making seed. Not that I was bothered in that direction, I was safe. But the sensation of a stranger's cum filling me had an effect on me and I came as well, my second time of our encounter.

We weren't lying together as lovers do despite having just had sex, but we were relaxing and coming to terms with what we had done when Neil spoke.

"Dreams and fantasies, that's what this was all about. And both were better than I could have imagined."

"I'm sorry, you what?"

"Dreams and fantasies. I'd dreamt of seeing your legs, that's not so unusual to expect from a woman of your age. Nothing pervy, but as I said the other day, you always seem to wear leggings, even when you are out running. So that's the dream and nothing is needed from you, and there's no contact between us.

"The fantasy is something else entirely and does involve a lot more between us. You can't imagine the number of times I've fantasised over eating your pussy. In normal life that was never going to happen, so that's the fantasy side of it. A dream is something that could happen, but a fantasy is something that probably never will."

I took a couple of moments to process that before replying, "When you told me you wanted to eat my pussy, you also said that I didn't have to do anything to you, what were you meaning?"

"What I just said, a lot more interaction and contact between us."

Intrigued, I took a chance and asked, "Any other fantasies you want to share?"

"Only one really. You sucking me off, teasing me until I blow off in your mouth."

I think I might have shuddered at the idea. I'm okay with oral sex, but not keen on the outcome if taken to the extreme.

Neil continued, "It's the perfect embodiment of a woman giving everything to her partner."

"Oscar only gets that twice a year, on his birthday and our anniversary, if he's lucky and I'm in the mood."

"You're not being fair to him."

Nothing more was said, and not long after I got dressed and made my way home. Surprisingly I didn't lose any sleep or worry about what I had done.

Two days later I waited for half an hour after Jane had left before I made my way to Neil's place. I used the pathway at the back of our houses so nobody would see me. I was wearing a skimpy sundress with nothing on underneath it.

I knocked on the back door and fortunately, Neil heard and answered it. It didn't take long before the dress was lying on the floor and I was naked, preceding a couple of hours in bed together.

Don't ask me why I became unfaithful, an adulteress, a cheating wife, I just did.

Things didn't pan out as planned, our quick emigration took longer than expected to finalise, and we didn't emigrate until three months later. Every week, for most of them I was around at Neil's place at least once, fulfilling all his fantasies, and discovering some of my own, that Neil was happy to indulge me in. Things I wasn't comfortable doing, or even mentioning to Oscar.

One of those came during one of the last times we'd got together. Neil had told me not to bother dressing up when I was to go over to his place this morning, in fact, I was to wear something old. So I opted for an old T-shirt and skirt.

The back door was unlocked as I walked in after knocking, something I had been doing for the last couple of times I'd gone around.

Suddenly I was grabbed from behind and spun around. A hand reached around and ripped my T-shirt from top to bottom. Neil was leering at me as his hand reached out again and ripped my bra off, before he slapped my tits, making me gasp in pain.

"Shut up," Neil growled as I went to protest, at the same time he spun me around and bent me over the kitchen table, pressing on my lower back to keep me there.

My skirt was flipped over my hips and my panties were unceremoniously torn from me.

CRACK, the sound of Neil's hand, as it slapped my arse, echoed as I howled out in pain. Neil kicked my legs apart, positioned his cock in my pussy and slammed home.

No foreplay, or warming me up, he just stuck it in and set about screwing my tits off. He fucked me hard and fast, occasionally slapping my bum. He was grunting and panting as he hammered away at my pussy until he was finished, filling me with cum.

As soon as he was done, he pulled out, grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and marched me, squirming and struggling into the bedroom we screwed in.

I was thrown on the bed and Neil jumped on my chest pinning me down, before using his strength to pull each of my arms above my head and attach them to ties he already had in place.

"Rough, tough, used, abused and put away wet. Isn't that what you said you wanted to enjoy? Well, it's your lucky day, that's what's going to happen to you. That sweet tight little cunt of yours is mine to enjoy, plus anything else I want."

Neil's use of the coarse description of my vagina shocked me, Neil never used words like that. Generally, he was very polite and considerate when we had sex, but this time he was different. I'd told Neil that one of my fantasies was to be out of control and used, tied up and punished, even if only a little, and it seemed he'd taken notice.

He pulled my legs wide and high, lined his cock up and slammed it in and despite having cum only minutes before he was still rock hard. Then he fucked my brains out. Afterwards, Neil told me he'd taken a 'little blue pill'.

Partway through fucking me, he stopped and placed nipple clamps on my boobs. The sensation was both hurtful, yet exquisite.

Then it was back to him fucking me, but now he had tied my legs to the head of the bed so that my knees were up near my ears, and my pussy and bum were exposed for him to use as he wanted to.

Something cold was inserted into my pussy. Neil laughed as I squirmed, he'd pushed a couple of ice cubes up me. Then he forced them home with his cock. The contrasting cold and heat inside me was playing havoc with my senses.

With Neil's constant, energetic pounding away, and my helplessness he has me cumming time and time again. After one intense orgasm Neil pulled his cock clear of me and once again took a rest.

I could sense his eyes staring intently at my pussy, which today was his to use, and continue to use it he did.

A buzzing noise rent the air, and a tingling feeling hit my clit. Neil was using a pencil vibrator on it. There was an evil smile on his face. What was he going to do?

The tingling on my pussy stopped and was replaced by one on my anal star. 'Oh my God. He's not?' He did, he eased the small vibrator into my bum and left it there, gently vibrating away as he walked out and left me there alone.

After about 15 minutes he returned and slapped my arse a couple of times. Then he released the nipple clamps. The pain increased exponentially as the blood rushed back into them.

Then Neil returned to fucking me. Fucking me hard. I'd expected something different today as we knew it would be one of the last times we'd be able to get together, but this was intense. Neil was like an animal in his stamina. Yes, he fucked me hard, but I was more than willing, and he knew it. Despite being tied up, and no safe word discussed, I felt Neil was always respectful and understanding of my needs and my limits.

My legs were released and gratefully I left them flop back on the bed, but I was still tied up and at Neil's mercy. Neil straddled my chest and offered me his cock to suck on. It was sticky and covered with my juices. I went to town sucking as Neil held himself still.

"Ruth, open your mouth and look at me." I did as I was told. Neil was frantically stoking his cock, holding it against my bottom lip, threatening to push it inside my mouth.

BAM, it hit me, a thick rope of sticky salty cum, splashing over my face from my chin, over my nose and into my eyes. This was quickly followed by two more ropes of cum, over my face and into my hair, before Neil pushed his cock into my mouth, firing another couple of blasts down my throat.

Then as I looked up at him, my face a mess of cum, he took a couple of photographs.

We didn't go in for cuddling after we had sex, it wasn't that sort of a relationship, but we did sit around and have a coffee and occasionally lunch. Generally with me naked, Neil liked me that way, he enjoyed looking at my body. At first, I was very uncomfortable being like that, but then I was happy to indulge him.

The most I would be allowed to wear would be a very short skirt Neil had bought for me with no panties on underneath. Or to spice things up occasionally either my panties or my bra, but never the two together. Something I would never entertain doing with Oscar, even without 2 kids in the house.

Sometimes he asked me to play with myself, which I did. Again living out a fantasy.

Once again I was playing to my darker side, my inner slut, when I did as Neil asked, and I was doing things I found I enjoyed. I was doing things I couldn't ask Oscar to do with me.

Did Oscar get any benefits from my unfaithfulness? In some ways, but I couldn't change too much too soon. Gradually over the next year, I increased the frequency I let him cum in my mouth. I still didn't like it that much, but I could put up with it and came to enjoy it more, if only for Oscar's sake. We also got a little bit more adventurous in bed, and I wore skirts or shorts more often, much to the Aussie guys' delight.