Part 4
She waved away my hand and sat lightly on the edge of the table instead. Crossing her right leg over her left she reached down and took her right heel off and placed it on the edge of the table. Slowly she uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them, left over right removing her other shoe and placeing it along side the first. Next she uncrossed her legs and lifted her body strait up with her arms. She tucker legs up under her and brought them back placing her feet beneath her in a close legged crouch. Slowly and smoothly she stood up as if being in the middle of some choreographed dance. As I watched her openly perform this trick I couldn't help but notice that she never let her heels touch the table surface. She clearly preferred to walk on the balls of her feet, or was she just showing off now that I knew she was a dancer.
"You really are very graceful. It's just amazing to watch how you do the simplest things." I wasn't lying! I hadn't lost sight of her pantyhosed legs and feet for a second. In fact I was openly admiring her body as I said this.
"Thanks, after years of practicing it just comes naturally." She replied a in a matter of fact tone.
Enough looking! I was time for some serious contact with those nylon covered thighs. My mind was already racing with the thought of her smooth silkiness against my cheeks. I hopped up on the table and moved to the very center. "Ok. So could you step closer so that we can see if the center of the table will hold us OK before we do any acrobatics?"
"Sure" she responded stepping right up to me. I'm 6' tall but she must have been 5' 10" or 11". The table held just fine. I bounced a bit and there was no sign of it giving.
"OK. Are you ready to do this?" I asked.
"Yep" She replied with one of her amazing smiles.
I turned my left side to her and went down on one knee. My heart was racing. In about 1 second she was going rap her legs around my neck. I looked over at her as she began to position herself. Both of her hands went down to the sides of her skirt and her fingers curled up around the hem. Still walking on her toes she placed her left foot in front of my knee bringing her lap within inches of my face. Then slowly she lifted her right leg to bring it around behind my back. As it lifted she guided her skirt up presumably to not expose herself any more than she had to. Time seemed to slow to one hundredth the normal speed. The more her right leg lifted the higher her skirt went. I watched her left leg closely without turning my head as more and more of her pantyhose were revealed. The light was angled perfectly and the shine of her nylon covered legs was mesmerizing.
When her right leg reached somewhere around the middle of my back I realized that her skirt didn't have much left to cover and I wasn't seeing the panty of her hose. She must be wearing sheer to waste pantyhose. My excitement rose with every millimeter of her skirt's climb. She had slowly taken her fingers out from under the hem as it was getting tight and was dragging it upwards with her lovely well manicured nails. Being so close I could hear the sound of her nails against her nylon. I literally felt wave after wave of saliva going down the back of my throat as my hands shook with excitement. Not caring at this point if it seemed premature I slowly moved my left hand to take her left ankle with all the care of a priest handling a holy relic. my fingers slid slowly by making gentle contact slowly tracing the ellipse of her leg until finally coming to a close. I gently squeezed for no other reason than my own pleassure. The sensation of making contact with her nylon covered leg was intense.
At the same time her skirt had ridden up to just an inch shy of reveling her crotch and promised to go all the way as she she brought her right leg level with my right shoulder. At this point she didn't even hesitate. She slipped her skirt right up onto her hips, her nails scraping along her nylons as she went. I was completely wrong. These were not sheer to waste pantyhose. They were seamless. My angle wasn't sufficient enough to actually look at her groin but I could see enough in my peripheral vision to know that at most she was wearing a thong under her hose.
Her right calf made contact with the top of my right shoulder gently resting there for the briefest of moments. Then in one swift and elegant movement she brought her lap against the left side of my face, pivoted and dropped her right leg down to the ground. As she did this I felt the smoothness of her hose cover lap against the my face sliding back as it slowly transitioned to the inside of her left thigh. The whole time her groin was coming closer, closer, closer and then finally rubbing against the back of my neck as she rocked back into place. Her right leg swung in against the right side of my face and neck as I took her right ankle in my hand. As this wonderful nylon covered action ended she gave a gentle squeeze of her thighs as if to confirm to both her and myself that she was in position. In my mind I ran back over the sensation of her sliding into place. I was positive I felt nothing under her pantyhose as she pressed against the side of my face. Not even a thong.
I took a moment to let it all sink in. Then slowly as if I was making sure I was looking for a good grip I slid my hands up and down her ankles and calf, squeezing as I went. The sensation was amazing. These were clearly not some inexpensive brand of pantyhose. They were silky smooth and caught the light just right. Knowing I could not sit here feeling her up forever I made a pretense of finding the right place at the base of her calf and gripped her tightly.
"Are you ready Melissa?"
"Sort of. I think you should hold my legs a bit higher. I have done this kind of thing a thousand times when dancing and I just have a feel for it." She had not even finished talking and I was already gently sliding my way up her calves slowly so as to take it all in. I stopped square in the middle of her calves with a little squeeze.
"Is that better?" I asked, wondering if she was at all put off by my groping.
"Actually if you hold on to either side of my thigh with you fingers rapped around my leg just above the knee and your thumbs beneath it should give you the most control." My @#%$ was ready to explode. I had rarely been this sexually stimulated. Did she have any idea how horny I was right now? If so she was doing a fair job of hiding it.
As per her request I slid my hands up onto her thighs and raped my fingers around them giving that final squeeze that had become our signal. They were smooth and firm. She gave a squeeze back with her thighs and I began to stand up slowly. It took a few seconds but she was light and well balanced. Once I was fully erect I looked up towards the projector. Melissa's hands were already reaching upward but seemed to barely reach the unit on the ceiling. I went up on tip toes and that seemed to help a bit.
"I think I can reach it. How do you get the bulb out?" I talked her through releasing the latch and ejecting the old bulb. The whole time she was working I was slowly moving my neck about rubbing it against her groin under the guise of trying to get a better view of what she was doing. Her pantyhose felt wonderful on my neck. The whole process of removing the bulb took about a minute. She had the it in her hands.
"I'm going to lower you down." I announced. I slowly dropped to a crouch until her long slender legs were touching the ground. This time instead of dismounting on my left she began to pivot to the right. Her right leg came across my front touching the ground in front of my left knee and pulling my head down as she put her weight on my neck. Her left leg lifted swinging back over my shoulder as her right leg which was pressed against my face slid forward.