It started out innocently enough. There were five of us in the living room, all of them seated except me. I was standing, leaning on the tall railing between the living room and the kitchen. Brenda was sitting across the room in an easy chair. She was wearing a straight black dress that came to three or four inches above her knees when she was standing. She was sitting now with her legs crossed, showing a fair amount of thigh on the right side.
Despite being almost sixty-five years old, she still looked pretty good. She had always looked good and had aged well. She was a big woman, but not fat. Her body was correctly proportioned. She had nice titties and her legs still looked good. I could see the outside of one of her crossed legs, quite a distance up her thigh. It looked good and I kept looking every chance I got, trying not to make it obvious. A couple of times she uncrossed her legs briefly and crossed them in the other direction. She did not sit with them uncrossed for long, but I realized that if I moved a few steps to the right, I might get a glimpse up her dress, between her legs, when she briefly uncrossed them. So I moved over. It seemed like a logical place to stand, given the positions of the other people.
As the conversation went on, she did uncross her legs a time or two. It was not very well lit in the room, so it was dark up between her legs. I got a good look at her smooth inner thighs, which excited me, but I didn’t get to see all the way up to her panties. I was hoping to get that view to remember, so I remained vigilant. She did not stay in one position long, but uncrossed and re-crossed her legs fairy frequently, giving me more chances to look up her dress, but still, I didn’t get to see all the way up. No one else in the room was aware of what I was doing.
At one point when she uncrossed her legs, she happened to look right at me. Of course, I was looking at her legs. She smiled. She saw that I was looking at her legs, but she didn’t seem to be offended. I gave her a quick return smile and she continued crossing her legs. It didn’t seem to bother her that I had just looked up her dress. A few minutes later, when she moved her legs again, she deliberately looked right at me and smiled. She left her legs uncrossed a little longer than usual, like she knew that I was enjoying the view and she didn’t mind. Then she raised one foot up onto her knee and scratched her ankle, pretending she had an itch, then crossed her legs again. For that brief moment, while her foot was up on her knee, her thighs were farther apart than I had seen them yet, and I got my long-awaited glimpse all the way up her inner thighs. They were long and smooth and she did indeed have on white panties. She looked at me after the move. Not smiling, she just looked at me, as if to acknowledge that she knew that I had just looked up her dress and that she had intentionally allowed it to happen. A gave her another quick smile and she returned it.
A few minutes later she uncrossed her legs again, then crossed her ankles on the floor and allowed her thighs to splay apart so that her knees were about twelve or fifteen inches apart. I could see right up her dress, all the way to her sexy white panties. She knew it. It was what she intended. She didn’t stare at me, but glanced once in a while to confirm that I was still looking, which, of course, I was. She looked good. She was sexy as hell with her legs spread and her dress working its way up her big, beautiful thighs, and she knew it. She sat that way for several minutes, allowing me to look, smiling occasionally, then eventually crossed her legs again.
When Brenda was a young woman I had heard some of my friends that knew her say that she was somewhat of a slut. The person who started that rumor obviously didn’t like her, so I didn’t put much faith in what he said. I had never seen any evidence of it, but as he put it, “She liked the weenie.” I wouldn’t hold that against her, and I never did. She had always been nice to me and I had no reason to think anything negative about her, but I thought of that when she intentionally allowed me to look up her dress, in a room full of people, and seemed to enjoy it. It looked innocent enough. Who would suspect a woman of that age to do such a thing? But even at age sixty-four, she was still sexy. She was still exciting to be around.
A few minutes later she got up to go to the bathroom. She had to walk right past me. She didn’t look at me, but gently touched my shoulder with her hand as she passed. When she came out of the bathroom she stuck her hand in my back pocket. At first I though that she was jokingly pretending to steal my wallet, but that wasn’t it. She wasn’t taking anything out of my pocket. She was putting something in. She smiled and went back to her seat, crossing her legs. I discreetly reached in my pocket to see what it was she had given me. It was soft and felt like silk. Was it possible? No. It couldn’t be.
A minute later I smiled at her and said, “I guess I better hit the john too.” When I got inside and closed the door I pulled the thing out of my pocket and my excitement immediately increased. Brenda had stuffed her panties into my pocket. Oh, My God! Was she planning to give me a show? Was she going to let me see her pussy? I opened up her silk panties and looked at them. They were wet in the crotch. I put the wet spot to my nose and inhaled it. It was an exciting smell. I nibbled at the wet spot and tasted it with my tongue, imagining what it would be like to taste where it came from.
When I came back out to my previous vantage point, she smiled at me. I smiled back and nodded my approval. As the conversation continued, the other people were none the wiser, Brenda uncrossed her legs, but kept her knees together. Her skirt was up to about the middle of her thighs, but I could not see between her legs. Her thighs looked better than ever and I stared at them. She knew it. She wanted it. After a short time she very slowly, at the rate of about an inch per minute, began to move her knees apart. From the angles of where the others were sitting, no one but me could see directly up her dress. Slowly, teasingly, her thighs opened. She glanced at me once in a while and I stared directly at her legs. She slowly spread her legs more and more. I though, “My God, How far will she go?” I couldn’t believe her courage. When her knees were finally apart about 15 inches I could see all the way up. I saw no white in her crotch as I had before. The white was in my back pocket. Between her legs, in her crotch, it was the same color as her thighs. I realized then that she had no hair between her legs. Her pussy was shaved. When she opened up just a little more, and some more light got in, I could see her perfect hairless pussy crack right down the middle. She knew it and looked at me with big eyes and a smile. I smiled back and silently mouthed the word “WOW!” She smiled bigger. I couldn’t actually see it, but I was certain that her pussy was glistening with her juices. I wanted to finger it and lick it and kiss it, and taste her delicious, juicy sixty-four year old cunt. But it was not to be.
Soon she slowly closed her legs and resumed normal behavior. Later, when we were getting ready to leave, everybody was shaking hands and hugging each other goodbye. When Brenda hugged me I pulled her close, pressing her big tits against me. She whispered in my ear, “You can keep the souvenir.” When we pulled apart I looked her in the eyes and said, “Thank you. Thank you for everything.” She smiled and said, “You’re welcome…. anytime.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what that should mean. But for today, the dream was over. Soon we were out the door and on the way home, strong memories intact.
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