She had married her high school sweetheart by this time, and I had married mine, as well.She had married her high school sweetheart by this time, and I had married mine, as well. But she shopped for her groceries in our store, and I made sure that I always was the one who carried her groceries to the car for her. I wasn't about to miss a chance to see her swing those long legs into the car. The view got even better with the advent of the mini-skirt and the invention of pantyhose. No one has ever looked better in a mini-skirt than Cindy did. She was twenty five years old at the time and in the prime of her life as far as her body was concerned. Her legs had never looked better, nor had the rest of her body. When she came in the store with a mini-skirt on, she was the focus of attention of every man in the store. We continued to play our little teasing game, of course, and when I would take her groceries out, I'd always be sure to put them in the back seat on the driver's side so I could hold the door for her and watch her get in. I made no secret of my admiration for her legs, commenting to her on how beautiful they were and how much I loved her in the short skirts that were the rage of the day. She ate it all up and was always very free in the way she swung her legs and let her skirt ride even further up when she got in the car. I eventually grew bolder and bolder with Cindy as our flirtation continued, and before long I was sliding her dress up with my hand even further after she had entered the car, so that I could see even more leg. She always scolded me and pulled it back down, but not once did she ever try to stop me until I had slid it up as high as I dared and had a good look at her. She had a small child, a daughter, and before long was expecting her second child. It was difficult for her to handle getting out as often as she liked with the first child so little, and of course, I was eager to help her in any way I could. One day she called and asked if I would mind bringing her a box of pampers on my way home to lunch. I didn't mind at all, of course, and I eagerly awaited the arrival of my lunch hour that day. When I got to her house and rang the doorbell, she greeted me in lovely blue dress that did little to cover the long and beautiful legs that flowed from her hips to the floor. "Oh, thanks!" she said warmly with a big, sexy smile. |