She was an attractive brunette with very long and slim legs who crossed them often and who allowed her dress quite a bit of freedom to ride upward as she did so.She was an attractive brunette with very long and slim legs who crossed them often and who allowed her dress quite a bit of freedom to ride upward as she did so. But it was the woman who stood immediately to my left who attracted most of my attention. She was with another man, whom I took to be her husband, and it was a bit awkward for me to look at her face too frequently, but in the numerous glances I made in her direction I observed her to be a blonde in her late twenties, well-dressed and very attractive. The thing that was captivating about her to me, however, was the pressure of her right thigh against my hand as we stood pushed against each other. She had pushed up against me as the crowd had grown, her thigh touching my hand and then backing away slightly only to return its touch even more insistently as yet another person joined our crowded row. I learned long ago not to fight fate, and left my hand where it was, enjoying the silky smoothness of her dress, and feeling a bolt of electric excitement run through me as her garter strap and the top of her stocking pushed through the material against the back of my hand. She appeared to accept her fate as well, and as she spoke with the man to her left and shifted her body, I was treated to a delightful grazing of my hand by her sexy underthings. The lights finally dimmed and the concert began. It was difficult for me to pay much attention to the performance, and I primarily concentrated on the excitement I felt at touching this stranger in such an intimate but innocent way. As I felt my cock hardening inside my pants I began to grow a bit more adventuresome, letting my hand slide back and forth against her as my body swayed naturally to the music being performed on the stage in front of us. I thought at first that it was my imagination, but it seemed that the more boldly I touched her, the more she pushed her thigh back at me, pressing it against my hand and rubbing the lacey garter-belt strap against my hand. Deciding to take what was under the circumstances a rather significant risk, I turned my hand over and with my fingers, caressed the line of her stocking top through the silky material. |