The Sight of Her Legs


He saw the brown-haired girl sitting at the front.  She was the only 
girl in the room wearing shorts, and her legs were perfect.  Her skin 
appeared so soft and smooth that he found himself unable to tear his 
eyes away from the long shining limbs of perfection.  She had on a 
blue sweater above it, a sweater with a gold zipper drawing a beeline 
to her bright red lips.  He wondered what it would be like to kiss 
those bright red lips, gaze into those shining blue eyes, stroke those 
legs, caress that delightfully slim waist.

She was the last in the circle of food bank volunteers, and it was her 
turn to introduce herself at the orientation meeting.  "My name is 
Jen," she said in a sweet, sincere voice, "and I'm a junior at 
Connolly High.  I'm here 'cause I want to help those less well off 
than me.  Also my school has a community service requirement to 
graduate...".  He didn't pay as much attention to her actual words, 
listening more to the sound of her voice, quivering with the 
nervousness that comes from addressing a group of two dozen strangers, 
but it charmed him with its cuteness.  She was such a sweet little 
thing.

He himself had told his particulars to the group a few minutes before; 
his name was Mark, he was thirty-nine years old, unmarried, had 
volunteered at the food bank because he felt it was his civic duty.  
Actually he was there because he couldn't endure the empty silences in 
his apartment, but that didn't seem like a good thing to tell 
everyone.

Jen finished and sat down.  The group leader started to drone on, but 
Mark was no longer listening.  He was thinking of the beautiful girl 
opposite him, her simple, yet tantalizing shape and demeanor.  She 
looked so precious, and yet so luscious.  He wanted to pinch her 
cheek.  Or kiss her cheek.  Or kiss her lips.  

His mind began to wonder.  He imagined her lips melting against his, 
his tongue probing greedily into her mouth.  He thought of her chest 
pressed against his, her breathing start to quicken.  He wondered what 
it would be like to lower the zipper of those jeans, to see her waist 
wiggle as it slid off.

I want her, Mark thought.  I want to see what she looks like naked, 
lick my chops at her perfect pussy, stick my dick deep inside her and 
shoot off my load.  She can't be more than sixteen years old.  Dammit! 
 What could she see in a man like me, twice her age?

That night Mark couldn't get Jen out of his mind.  He lay in bed, 
thinking about those legs, those sinuous legs, those legs that seemed 
to be made from a material that transcended the world and took him 
somewhere far away.  His penis hardened into erection, oozing precum, 
by the sheer power of the memory of her face, her body.  The way she 
stood, the way her legs shone in the light as everyone had walked to 
the parking lot on the way out.  He lay there, his penis jerking, 
until he could endure no more, and masturbated himself to climax, 
wishing all the while that it was her hand on his penis instead of his 
own.



"We'll put you in teams of two; one for each set of boxes, ok?   
Volunteers under age 18 must be paired with an adult, that's the rule. 
 Ok?  Taylor, you go with James.  Steve; you're with Penny.  
Jen...you'll sort with Mark."

"Jen, you'll sort with Mark!" Mark nearly jumped out of his chair.  
For an entire afternoon he would be sorting donated food across the 
table from a girl whose image he had masturbated to every night for a 
week.  He was actually trembling when he got to his spot, but Jen 
wasn't there.  Typical, she probably wants to hang with some handsome 
guy instead of me, he thought gloomily.  With a sigh, he set about the 
work of sooting the huge pile of cans, jars, and boxes all by himself.

Then he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hi Mark!"

There she was, the bright red lips, the pretty blue eyes, the smooth 
long brown hair.  She was smiling at him.  She was quite short, 
several inches shorter than he, but he still felt very small in her 
sensuous presence.  He could only gape, not just at her, but at her 
outfit.  She had on a plain white top and a very short skirt.  
Connolly High School, it said in bright red letters.  "Sorry I'm 
late," he could hear her saying, "but I had to go to cheerleading 
practice after school." He nodded, gesturing towards the cans, 
"R...rright over there...you can do th..that side" he sputtered.  She 
giggled and got to work.

Mark could feel his heart racing.  Years before, when he had been in 
high school, his dreams had been filled with the image of cheerleaders 
with their warm smiles and flitting short skirts.  He remembered how 
they would jump up, often showing their panties, at the victories of 
the football team.  Mark had not been on the football team.  He was 
captain of the debating team, and had won prizes at math contests, but 
cheerleaders never went to that kind of event.  He had always longed 
for the touch of their soft nubile bodies...

"So tell me about yourself, Mark!"

She was talking to him!  He stared back at her, never hard to do with 
a pretty teenager in a cheerleader's uniform.  He tried to look into 
her eyes as he answered, but some mystical force sent his eyes back 
down to her bare, smooth legs.  
"I'm...I'm an eng-engineer."

"An engineer?  That's so cool!  You must be really smart!"

He blushed.

"So what kind of engineering do you do?"

"Um...I...um...well...I do dig...digital imaging.  Scanners and 
graphics and stuff." He had given entire presentations on this topic 
elsewhere, but with this little girl it was all he could do to blurt 
out a sentence.  She grinned at him, almost as if to reassure.

"So you're like, into digital photography and stuff like that?"

"Y-yes.  I do a lot of that work...I have a portfolio, in fact."

"You do?  I'd LOVE to see it sometime!  I LOVE photography!"

"Th-that's great!"

"Do you think you could give me some tips?"

This...this sweet little delight was interested in him?  Nonsense, he 
thought, you're just a mentor figure to her.  She's probably thinking 
of you just like one of her teachers at school.  At that thought, he 
couldn't help looking at her shapely legs again, and wished with all 
his heart that he too was a high school teacher, and could spend half 
his day looking at pretty girls.

She continued chatting with him as they sorted, and gradually he 
trembled less, relaxed, and grew more comfortable.  She had such a 
sweet smile, and a delightful, almost angelic face.  His eyes roved 
over her body constantly as they talked and sorted.  Seeing that short 
little skirt, barely covering her underpants, he wondered at what 
delights lay underneath.  What would it be like to lift that skirt up, 
to pull those panties down, to fondle the ass and pussy that lay 
hidden inside it?

On the way home after the work was done, Mark's mind was filled with 
thoughts of that luscious teenage body.  Have to get her out of my 
head, he thought, and headed into the corner store.  There they were, 
the familiar titles, Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, Swank, Club, 
Mayfair, he knew them all well.  On the cover of one was a 
brown-haired girl, with a headline brashly saying "SPURT YOUR JISM IN 
MY MOUTH!" She looked a little like Jen, though not quite as pretty.  
He picked up the magazine and started leafing through it.  There were 
the usual pictures of naked women, women spreading their vagina lips 
wide, women's mouths hovering over a penis, women's lips touching 
another woman's lips.  He thought of Jen doing all those things, and 
the telltale bulge began to surge in his pants.

"Hi Mark!"

He looked down.  It was JEN!  He turned beet red, teeth actually 
chattering.  She had caught him reading porn!  Surely she'll think I'm 
a pervert now.  He gingerly started to put the magazine away, but she 
was all smiles.  "You don't have to put it away."

"I'm sorry...I...what?"

"I love those magazines!  In fact, can I tell you a secret?"

"Okay."

"Let me whisper it in your ear."

He bent down and her lips grazed his ear.  He felt a tingle run 
through him as he felt her breath, but that paled into comparison to 
what he felt next.  "I want to appear in those magazines myself one 
day!"

Mark's jaw dropped and he stared at her, no longer attempting to hide 
the lust in his eyes.  She grinned impishly.  "When you said you were 
into photography, I even hoped if you might take some pictures of me!"

His eyes widened.  As if in a dream, he heard his mouth uttering the 
words..."I would be glad to...you must come to my studio sometime."

"Okay." She smiled.  "Where is it?"

"Um...the corner of Gilmore and Anderson."

"Okay, " she said..."Could we make it this Saturday?"

This Saturday.  Five days!  "S-sure.  What, um, what time do you 
think-"

"How about three?"

"Three, three...yes, of course.  Three's fine."

"So we'll see you then!" She started to head out, but turned around 
and said, "Enjoy your book!" pointing her chin at the row of adult 
magazines.  Mark felt his face turning red, but he also felt his 
erection rising within him.

 The next five days seemed to last forever.  At night, lying in bed 
Mark let his imagination run wild, dreamed of Jen's seductive body, 
fantasized about having her, drinking in her lush youthfulness.  
Every night the picture of Jen drove his dick to throbbing ecstasy, 
and every night he exploded into his hands and sheets, wishing only 
that it was her soft flesh that was receiving his cum.

 Three o'clock on Saturday came.  Mark had already been there over two 
hours, straightening everything out, making everything as spotless and 
organized as it had ever been.  I'm still trying to impress the 
girls, he thought, still, at my age.  His thoughts were interrupted 
by a knock on the door.  Jen!  He rushed upstairs.

There she was in front of the door.  She was wearing a white halter 
top and a white skirt, a very short skirt that seemed to cover very 
little.  He gaped at her navel, round and inviting.  He gawked at her 
curvaceous waist, which seemed almost designed to lock his eyes onto 
them like a homing beacon.  
Wordless, he motioned her inside, and down the stairs to the studio.  
She playfully danced down them as he trudged behind her, almost like a 
priest following a goddess.  She was such a pretty, cheerful girl!

He got out his camera, and they went to work.  As a model, she was a 
photographer's dream; eager to perform, thinking of the next pose 
almost as soon as the shutter clicked, hardly needing any prompting or 
correction.  
Jen standing in front of one of his backgrounds, grinning.  Snap.  She 
puts her leg on a stool, giving the camera a straight view of her 
panties.  Snap.  Teasingly, she begins to lift her skirt up.  Snap.  
She starts to slide out of her uniform.  Snap.  
And then she was standing there in her underwear, and Mark's cock was 
as hard as a rock.  He had never in his life seen a pretty teenage 
girl wearing so little.  He stared at her, her delightfully curved 
waist, the luscious breasts under her bra, the inviting V-shape of her 
panties.  She looked at the wet spot on his crotch and giggled.  "You 
know what I think, " she said, "when you've got the asses, show the 
masses!" She turned around and bent over, flaunting her half-covered 
ass in his face.  
He took a picture of that, and many other things.  She lay down coyly, 
leering at the camera.  She knelt on the floor, tugging at the 
underwear.  She stood plainly, smiling, as her nearly nude image was 
recorded.

They had already filled up one micro-disk, but she said, "Now comes 
the fun part."

"The-- fun part?"

"Yep." With a quick motion, she peeled off her underwear, and stood 
there, as naked as the day she was born.  Mark's eyes bulged.  Her 
pubic hair was also dark brown, straight and smooth, as fine as a 
lion's mane.  He could see the small outline of her pussy lips, luring 
him into their delights.

"I want you to take pictures of me naked."

He stared.  "Naked?" 
"Yup.  I'm gonna sell them on the Net.  Lots of guys visit my web site 
and want nude pictures of me, and I figure I'll give them what they 
want, and make some money doing it."

Mark felt himself starting to shake.  She knelt down and spread her 
legs wide, grinning at him.  "Does this turn you on?" she asked.  
Embarrassed, he could only nod.  "OK, then take pictures of me 
whenever you're turned on.  Then I know the pic you're taking is 
really hot!"

Mark started to click more pictures.  Jen on her knees, fingers 
pointing invitingly at her pussy.  Jen playfully revealing her 
breasts, pulling up her shirt.  Jen lying on her side, seductively, 
the curves of her body tantalizing Mark so much he found himself 
wiggling.  
Seeing how uncomfortable he was, Jen said..."You know, Mark, I know 
you have a big hard-on.  Why don't you unzip your pants so you can be 
more comfortable?" It felt like a dream.  Mark's dick sprang out his 
zipper opening, pointing straight at Jen, visibly wet on its end.

She looked at it, wonderingly.  She found that looking at it to be a 
quick and simple way of gauging the effectiveness of her poses.  She 
wanted to use the power of her body, wanted Mark and men like him to 
hunger for her, desire for her, long to ravish and take her nubile 
form.

For Mark, the evening seemed like a dream.  It was a dream, a fantasy, 
a pretty nude teenage girl dancing and prancing around in the most 
provocative poses she could think of.  Visions of her luscious 
breasts, her silken thighs, her glistening pubic hair, her 
shimmeringly curved body blurred his vision and fogged his brain, so 
much so that he could scarcely now tell the difference between fantasy 
and reality.

Was that really her?  Jen, the teenage hottie, saying that he deserved 
a reward for his work?  Was that her hand touching his cock, fumbling 
at his pants, letting in a rush of air on his now naked skin?  No, 
surely this isn't real, he thought, surely I'm not being pushed into 
my sofa, surely Jen is not kneeling before me, mouth moving towards my 
dick.  But it was real.  She was really there.  She brought her mouth 
closer to the head of his penis, and kissed it quickly on its head.

A tingle of electricity surged through his body.  He found himself 
sprawled on the couch, his cock as hard as a ramrod.  He gazed down at 
Jen's angelic face.  She looked up at him and smiled, a sweet, 
innocent smile that excited him so much that he squirmed, his dick 
slapping against her cheeks.  Laughing, she opened her mouth wide, 
impossibly wide.  He saw it envelop his penis, felt the wet moisture 
of her breath on him.

A beautiful sixteen-year-old is sucking my cock, seared the thought 
into his brain.  He felt the softness of her tongue massage his  
underside.  He felt her go down, licking over his balls, nibbling on 
his inner thighs, teasing his groin, then swirling her tongue around 
the head of his cock again.  He was moaning loudly now, feeling his 
body teased almost to the breaking point.

He looked down again and nearly fainted.  There she was, her lovely 
mouth taking his cock all the way inside.  "I'm gonna cum, " he said, 
but in response she only quickened the pace of her sucking.  He felt 
wild abandon as his orgasm pulsed, flooding her young mouth with his 
cum.  "Oh god, oh god oh god oh god, " he nearly screamed.  His entire 
body was spent, and he was heaving.

Jen rose to her feet, her eyes twinkling, her body naked as a jaybird. 
 He looked again at her perfect breasts, her inviting pubic hair, the 
rhythmic curves of her nubile body.  She looked at him straight in the 
face and ostentatiously swallowed.  Mark's eyes widened in their 
sockets.  She grinned, then turned around, wiggling her butt 
invitingly at him as she walked over to the mattress.

She flopped down onto it and spread her legs open wide.  Mark got up, 
advancing towards her, wanting to take that young body, wanting to 
ravish it, possess it, luxuriate in its youth and splendor and beauty. 
 He looked at her beautiful pussy, saw the moisture on it glistening 
in the light, and felt his heart race.  He saw her clit strutting 
between her lips proudly, confident in itself, standing at attention 
in the wonder that was her nudity.   Then she said the words he longed 
to hear:

"Take me."

Mark didn't need to be told twice.  She was his, a naked teenage girl, 
to fuck and suck and lick as he pleased.  He felt the fire within him 
stir at the sight of her legs, spread open invitingly, tantalizing 
him with her fruits.  He jumped onto her body, hands grasping, 
groping, his lips tearing into her, his breath hard on hers, his penis 
stabbing into her body.  "Give it to me!  Give me your dick!" she 
screamed.  He almost crushed her with his weight, feeling his own body 
writhe and squirm as the wild passion coursed through him.  
He swung back his hips and rammed his cock inside her, thrusting, 
hard, like a maniac, filled with lust, consumed with desire for that 
juicy young teenage flesh.  I'm going to have her, he thought, I'm 
really going to have her.  He fucked her as hard as he could, jolting 
his body into hers with all the force he could muster.  Her face was 
writhed in desire, her eyes were rolling, her voice was moaning.  He 
could feel the wetness of her pussy juices on his loins, the pressure 
of her pussy squeezing his cock.

 "Yes...YES..." she screamed out as he felt her body tighten, shake, 
and vibrate into orgasm.  The pressure of her pussy lips on his 
ramrod made him explode in a shattering climax of his own.  His juice 
flooded into her, creaming her insides, exhausting both of them with 
the sheer force and verve of its impact.

There they lay on the floor together, their bodies tingling, their 
minds racing.  Mark still could hardly believe this was happening, all 
the more so when he felt the touch of Jen's lips on his.  It was a 
sweet, slow, soft kiss, the kind of kiss that can put a perfect 
finishing touch to a day of sheerest magic.  He held her tightly 
against him, feeling her breasts on his chest and her ass in his hand.

"You know, you're a really cool guy, " Jen said softly.  "I've thought 
of asking other guys to do my photos but I've never felt comfortable  
with anyone like I do with you."

"I have never in my life met a girl like you before."

"I'm gonna need lots of pictures for my site, maybe even videos too.  
I could come over every week after the food bank and we could take 
some more?  Would that be ok?"

Mark's eyes widened.

"I can't pay you though...at least...not with money," she said slyly. 
 He looked again, up and down, at her shapely figure and sighed.

"I look forward to it."