”So it was that at about ten o’clock the following Sunday David arrived at Chris and Gillian’s house to be let in by Gillian apparently still we...ring only her dressing gown. They sat down in the lounge on the settee and David started to stroke her breasts outside the dressing gown while she unfastened his zip and extracted his nearly hard prick.Just then Chris came in and spotted them in the lounge. “Please don’t mind me,” he said, “just carry on as though I wasn’t here.”Gillian seemed very put. Especially when I crossed my legs. I could feel the slippery texture of the material as my thighs rubbed together. The guy doing the interview that day seemed to glance at my legs several times. I tried to give him a nice view. I guess he must have liked it too. I can see why you like them”.The best part is she went on to tell me what happened when she got home after her interview. She said her boyfriend was very surprised to see her in pantyhose. She said he was looking at her legs like I had. The kiss broke, but the spell didn't. Still holding my head she pulled me in close and whispered in my ear "I think maybe we should". I chuckled and she giggled as she smiled the most amazing and radiant smile I've yet to see on another person. I took her by the arm and we hurried towards the taxi rank, which was fortunately in the next street over. We got one immediately and she barely told him the address before we were back on each other again, tongues flickering together and hands. I could almost see to the top of her legs but not quite, I was desparate for her to move slightly,to increase the width between her kness to expose her legs further and confirm my fantisy that she did indeed wear stockings and suspenders. As I carried on working glancing every second or so at Vickys nylon clad legs she said ‘can you see ok down there’ Wow – I thought, if only you knew what my reply would love to be. She then added that the desk top computer may be blocking my light. I wasted no.