Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an444982@anon.penet.fi (*Darian*)
Date: Sun, 14 Jan 1996 05:30:05 UTC
Subject: A Woman on an Armchair (M mast?)

			A Woman on an Armchair
	    Another Adventure in Male Self-stimulation...

	What did I notice first? I don't really remember.

	She's seductively stretched out on a fairly wide, shiny
leather armchair with her arms folded across her midsection as if she
doesn't want us to see her navel. Her right leg is dangling over the
end of one of the armchair's well-padded arms while her left shoulder
is gently rubbing against the other leather-covered arm. Her head,
framed by longer-than-shoulder-length curly, milk-chocolate hair, is
tossed back but not wantonly. She knows what she's doing and knows
what she wants. She might even feel that she's in control. Above her
arms, her breasts are somewhat flattened but her nipples are
indicating that she's interested in our interest in her.

	Her legs are comfortably spread apart. The centre of our
attention is meant to be drawn to what she is readily displaying to
us. Her pubic hair, looking very natural and very close to the color
of the hair framing her face, is mischieviously revealing almost the
full length of her crevice of carnal curiosity. She has prepared
herself generously for this first impression of her genitalia and it
is exciting to think of her having massaged herself gently just so
that we would have the view that we now have of her.

	But we're distracted by her black-stockinged legs. Seductively
sheer, the stockings nicely enclose the length of her legs, showing
their shape smoothly and sensuously. Ah, the thrilling thought of
running our fingers up those legs to the lacy band at the top and then
beyond the silky material onto the uncovered parts of her thighs... so
close to where she wants our attention to be. We can make this journey
as many times as we want. She loves having her legs caressed. And,
whenever we want, our fingers can trace the garters dutifully allowing
her stockings to stay in place for our pleasure. We can travel along
one garter, across her flattened abdomen and down another to her other
leg. We wouldn't want to limit our explorations to just one of her
magnificent legs. In fact, she will want us to explore both legs
simultaneously.

	She's wearing black high-heeled shoes. We might want her to
take them off so that our fingers can begin their journey along her
smoothly covered legs at her toes, across her feet, along the muscles
of her lower legs and then further upward. But she will tell us that
she will keep them on. She feels wantonly wicked in them and that's
okay with us!

	She knows that we want to see more of her so she slowly begins
to change positions. She stays in the chair but moves around so that
she's looking over one shoulder at us. Her hair is now wantonly
wandering over her shoulders. As she changes positions, we catch a
peak at her breasts, no longer flattened but revealing themselves to
be full and anxious for our tender touch. But she raises her leg and
leans down so that her chest is quickly hidden. She wants our eyes to
wander to she what she wants them to see. We're appreciatively
presented with a demonstration of how her stockings attentively
continue to caress what they're touching as the lower part of her
beautiful body commands our attention. She's rolled herself over in
such a way that we now have an inviting view of the right cheek of her
delightful derriere. One knee is now kneeling, buried in the centre of
the armchair, while the other is raised showing sensuously the curve
of her lower right leg, outlined nicely in the midnight-colored nylon
pliantly reshaping itself to the changing shape of the leg it is
caressing. The flesh of her flank is stretched tight and it is raised
enough for us to see her genitalia now exposed to us at a different
angle. We might first think that she doesn't know that we can what we
can see but I suspect she knows very well that the folds of her valley
of sexual vitality are very visable.

	She lowers her knee onto the arm of the chair and continues
rotating the angle of our vantage point so that she fleetingly gives
us a more complete glance at her secret places. She continues moving
and steps backwards off the chair. Placing both feet noiselessly on
the floor, she spreads her legs slightly apart and bends down so that
she's leaning on one of the chair's well-padded arms. We know her
breasts are now hanging downward, waiting for our hands to find a way
to gently clutch their curves. But, for now, she is now presenting for
our admiration the backs of her legs, leading up to her delightful
derriere. We quickly see that she has mischieviously managed to angle
our viewpoint of her beautiful backside so that we do not have a
direct view of those places that are still sensuously secret. The
backs of her legs are smooth and the sheer, silky material outlining
their curves for us has again dutifully shaped itself perfectly in
tune with the shapes of her lower limbs. Our eyes wander along their
length up to the band of lace circling her legs near the top of her
thighs.

	Our fingers can now tantalizingly slide uninterruptedly up the
full length of her legs: starting at her ankles, along her calves,
playfully over the backs of her knees, getting increasingly excitedly
once in contact with the backs of her thighs, over the lace bands
signalling the tops of her stockings, over the naked flesh at the very
top of her legs and onto the flesh waiting for us on both sides of the
crevice creating the defining shape of her delightful derriere. Ah, we
repeat ourselves whenever we come to her bare bottom but her derriere
is truly delightful and we genuinely want to emphasize this point
repeatedly.

	Ahhhhhhhh, she knows that the thought of thrusting the major
manifestation of our sexual excitement between those licentious legs
will be the finishing touch to our orgasmic adventure. The thought of
getting inside this delightful female brings on the definitive
demonstration of our desire to fully enjoy the charms she has shown us
and the charms she has yet to show us.

	But she will show them to us for she definitvely has something
additional in mind and we will be eager to continue with her wants and
desires. Her pleasure will be our pleasure and the thought of giving
her pleasure adds to our pleasure...

			 The End