LEG SHOW

I had final cracked his password to access his Internet websites.  He had used his old forces serial number.  It was the first thing that I should have tried.

Right, there were all his websites.  They all had names like Legs, Stocking Top, Heel, Garter and Suspender.  They were all devoted to showing long-legged women wearing stockings and suspenders

Some of the women were wearing long skirts, others shorter ones, both flirty at the right length.  Other women had raised their skirts, exposing their thighs, stocking tops and some bare flesh.  Some had even dispensed with their skirts to revealed their panties and suspender straps.

One blonde woman surprised me. She was wearing an elegant, full-length, high-necked evening gown that looked demure, yet revealed her voluptuous curves.  It was only when she moved that I realised that her gown was split to her waist on both sides.

She sashayed over screen, her skirt flaring out to reveal and conceal her long, shapely legs as she moved.  She returned to the centre and lifted the front panel of her shirt to display her legs and panties.  Her creamy thighs were slashed by her scarlet suspender straps.  Turning around, she bent over and lifted the rear panel over her back.

She was wearing a thong that revealed her derriere.  It was a lovely rear and I knew why he was visiting these sites.  He had always liked legs and bottoms.  At the start of our relationship, we had really been into spanking.  In fact, I still liked being spanked, though we hadn’t done it for quite a while.

Suddenly his hand was on my shoulder.  I hadn’t heard come into the room.

“How did you crack my password?”

“Easy, I used your serial number.”