I thigh for you

The adoration of female thighs by the male has reached a point never previously known. Those who study sexual patterns are certain that thighs now play as big a part in male stimulation as breasts and behinds. The thigh man has been given a greater chance to display his desire in recent years with the advent of the mini-skirt and super short dresses. As this fashion was passed, the thigh man was forced to admire females in shorts, sun suits and those who flash their legs in tights.

Longing for stockings and white thighs above stocking stops is a fad now often only answered in men's magazines, although more and more men are buying stockings for their wives and girl friends in the hope that they will parade their thigh charms when the moment is right.

Sheila, a young secretary, who arrived in the city to find fun and take advantage of high rates of pay, became aware of the delights of her thighs at an early stage. At twenty she was experienced, brash and innocence had long since (according to her) flown out of the window.

S: 'Most girls have got something to interest the male sex, that's the way I think of them these days. Some girls have big, floppy boobs, others have whacking great bums with wobbly cheeks of flesh. I just had good thighs and my Mum and Dad used to say that at home when I was ten or eleven. So, when a boy saw me playing netball and got all excited when he talked about my thighs, I realised I had a weapon which could come to my aid. My first real boy-friend, Fred, when I was thirteen, adored my thighs. He'd seen me in a swim suit at the bathing pool. When he got me out over the fields close to my old home, the first thing he did was pull up my skirt and make me stay still while he rubbed his hands and fingers about my outside thighs. When he started to plant kisses, I smacked his face, even though it made me get excited and I was wet inside my panties just like the teacher said women got when she talked to us in the biology lessons. I recognised that sex was rearing its ugly head and even more so when Fred took out his joystick, all big and stiff. I told him to put it away or I would scream and he said who did I think would hear it and in any case, I shouldn't have shown him my thighs. But, we walked back quietly enough, although the following Friday evening at a cheap local disco thing, he took me outside the hall and held me hard against a tree and pulled up my dress to expose my thighs and took out his joy stick again and rubbed it along my thighs and between my legs.'

Q: 'This early indication of the power of your thighs, did it scare you at all?'

S: 'A bit, because I used to stand in front of the long mirror in my bedroom and work my body this way and that way until I could see that I had got sturdy thighs. I could always dance and walk well and no matter how long I was on my feet, my legs never got tired. If men thought my thighs sexy, I guessed I was lucky, but I'd have to be careful. Then, I joined this gymnastics class and the instructor took a fancy to me. I was fourteen and he must have been in his early twenties. He had his hands round my boobs any chance he got and used to hold my thighs and show me how he wanted me to stand during certain exercises. I liked him touching my thighs, but I wasn't too certain about my boobs because they were on the small side and not terribly sensitive. But, this Dave wanted to take me out and a chap like him taking junior gym classes shouldn't have been tempted. Just the same in the cinema, we held hands and I was flattered by his attentions. He held my hand and touched the outside of my thighs, but he didn't lift up my skirt or anything. He just kept touching his joy stick and, obviously, hoped I wasn't taking any notice. We went out a few times and when we sat in his car and he lifted my dress and touched me inside and outside my thighs, he got himself into a terrible state with that hand on his cock through his pocket. "If you want to take it out, I'm not scared," I told him because we'd had these sex lessons and I thought I knew how to handle him. I took hold of his big, hard cock and I started rubbing it gently. That sent Dave into a fantastic rhythm pushing his body up and down and making me rub his cock harder than I intended. He wanted to go all the way and I had a hell of a struggle with him until I managed to toss him off all over the place and that was the end of that relationship. But, I was learning early and realised I had to get to the city as soon as school was over.

Q: 'What did you think was going to happen in the city?'

S: 'I thought I'd find a lot of life and I knew my thighs would get me into trouble locally. I also was aware of the needs of my own body. I wanted to use my thighs sexually. They felt strong and I wanted to grip with them. There were a few boys before leaving school and I was no virgin when I left home except that my boyfriends had been thoroughly clumsy and not too exciting. I'd often given way because I need some sexual relief and it was hard to get away from some of them when they had big cocks in their trousers and didn't know what to do with them. Some I could fix with a quick toss off. Others just insisted on going the whole way. I'd never been taught not to do it. Only to be careful. We knew too much about sex because of those sex lessons at school. I took a room in town, sharing with three other girls. There was just enough money for rent and food. For entertainment, we all relied on invitations. I wasn't quite seventeen and this guy, Chris in the first office where I worked, liked to slip his hands along my outer thighs when I was close to his desk. He was about twenty-six or twenty-seven and I knew he was married. Well, he asked me out and we had a few drinks in a nice pub and he put it right on the line. "You've got a smashing thighs Sheila and they drive me bloody wild. Have you got a pair of high boots? I love girls in high boots?" I said I hadn't got any boots, but I don't think I blushed. I asked him to get his wife a pair of boots, but he said she wouldn't do that sort of thing for him. Anyway, we had drinks and a meal that night and a bit of a kiss and fumble in his car. I let him touch my thighs quite high up and I realised he'd got a big hard on, but that's as far as it went. Next lunchtime, he took me up West and paid over twenty quid for a smashing pair of black boots which came up over my knees. There was a bit of talk in the office, but I just didn't care even then.'

Q: 'Having bought you the boots, what did Chris ask then?'

S: 'At first, he just liked me to wear them when we went out. In his car slipping his hand over the boots and feeling the warm, soft flesh at the top used to excite him like potty. I didn't mind just touching his erection through his slacks, but I wouldn't let him take it out in the car. I wanted to hold it in my hand a bit because after the drinks and that, his hands caressing my thighs below my bum and inside my thighs where he brushed lightly against my nylon knicks started to bring me on a bit. I mean, I thought when he felt inside my thighs over those lovely, black boots, he'd feel that my panties were wet down the front close to my thighs. But, if he noticed he didn't say or do anything. Then the big question arrived one evening when he said he'd love to see in me the boots in a nice warm room some place. I knew what was in his mind and I was quite keen myself in a way, although married men are poison at that age really. I mean they scuttle off back to the little wife and kids when it gets in the kitchen. Anyway, I got my flatmates out of the way for an evening and Chris came round and we were a bit embarrassed until we had a couple of drinks and I put on the boots. Felt a bit of a fool at first until, Chris fumbled up to my thighs and drew me to him quickly and pressed his face against the outside of my thighs and clutched my bum at the same time. I pulled away as he took off his jacket and poured us another drink. I allowed him to open my blouse but I wasn't very happy about my breasts because they were small and the nips were tiny. Chris loved them though and I unhooked my bra for him to let him have a suck. I liked him biting them, too, although they'd never had a lot of sexual feeling before. Then, he took out his old man and I held the throbbing thing in my hand and had a good squeeze at it. It wasn't all that long, but very hard and all the foreskin was pulled back and I asked him if he'd been circumcised. I don't think he liked me knowing about that. But, he was glad I knew how to play with it and roll it round my inner thighs. Doing that made me very wet between the legs and I think I had at least a couple of orgasms so that when he sat me on the bed and pushed me back so my thighs were spreadeagled, I wanted him to slip off my panties. He was surprised at the colour of my pubic hair which was different to that on my head and he kissed my thighs and sort of dragged his wet mouth across the tops and licked a lot ith his tongue. I felt very sexy. My legs and thighs apart and my legs partly trailing over the side of the bed, Chris lowered himself onto me. He'd stripped off and it was my first naked man which excited me and my breath caught in my throat. He held his cock in his hand and I offered up my cunt which was wet enough, heaven knows. But, he wanted me in such a way that his thighs were rubbing against my thighs and the top of the leather boots were hard into his groin and almost hurting his balls. I didn't get to understand all that. All I got — and thankful in my way — was his cock which slid into my cunt as if I'd been baisted with butter beforehand. I wanted to come straight off, but he eased himself up and down with his cock popping to and fro. I know now he wanted to feel us thigh to thigh and get the full value of the boots. I guess, they turned me on quite a bit, too. When he shot his roe, it was a bit disappointing really. He didn't have a lot of semen, it seemed to me. But, he positively ejaculated. It was all the thighs and boots with him.'

Q: 'Having possessed you in your flat or, at least the one you shared, did that end the relationship?'

S: 'Chris became the first of many fascinated by my thighs and I must tell you about another bloke a bit later who liked thighs and boots, but not the high boots that hurt Chris in the groin. Alex liked boots but, just below the knee. And, he wasn't a copulation guy at all, he was a big wank bloke and I found them all over the place, especially those who went potty about my thighs. This Alex had me stripped off completely in his place, nuzzling his mouth into my pubics and licking the inside of my thighs while feeling right up my thighs at the back and scrubbing away at my bouncy bum. But, to get it right, Alex got me in the nude and he was contemptuous of my tits. He flicked the nipples very hard with his fingers and told me to put on some weight. Thighs, were different. In the nude, I put on the boots and sat on the bed by his side. He was hurting my tit by digging his nails into the flesh, but it was a sweet pain and quite a bit sexy. I took his erection and rubbed it around my inner thighs so that the flesh shimmered and quivered under his eyes which he loved. He had a bit of a quick feel round my outer thighs and made certain everything was still put together all right. Then, I knew what he wanted. I took hold of his cock and started to strip back the foreskin before holding him hard between my thumb and first two fingers. He stuck his fingers hurtfully up my fanny and we proceeded to masturbate each other. But, he didn't care whether he wanked me off or not. The finger fuck didn't bother him and affer a while he just latched his lips onto mine, twisted my tit harder before lifting his behind over so slightly so he ejaculated his lot over my thighs. It was like a load of hot rice pudding. I've never known a man before or since to have so much stuff to get off his chest. But, that was his kind. Shooting everything over my thighs. Of course, I had a wonderful orgasm at the same time and I often wondered if other women aren't missing what is a smashing thrill.'

Harry runs his own garage business and doesn't want it to expand a lot. He lives in a nice suburb and he and his wife, Jean, have a lot of friends. Jean has had a number of boyfriends and Harry turns a blind eye. He's a thigh man and doesn't wish to be cured.

H: 'Jean and I have been married over ten years and she likes drinking and dancing. I take my pleasures a little more seriously. There are a lot of lady customers at the garage who are always wanting little mechanical defects put right. I try to oblige. But, what changed my life was Carol, a friend of my wife's up the road where we live. Really, Carol was a friend of the family and her and her husband and Jean and I used to go out and about naturally for dinner. Not often, but I found Carol a pleasant girl although her husband, Ray, didn't interest me much. Funny thing, it was a little outing down to the coast one day during the week in the summer when it was blazing hot that got me more than interested in Carol. They had a beach hut and Jean and Carol stripped off to sunbath. I'd never seen Carol in a sun suit before. And, she was something for me. Wonderful thighs which shimmered from her behind down to her ankles when she walked. Of course, I had to pretend I hadn't noticed until I went to get some ice cream cornets. When I got back Ray and Jean were fooling around close to the sea. I reached over Carol as she pulled her back from the beach rug and some off the melting ice cream ran over her lovely thighs. I went to wipe it off, but hesitated. Carol looked, smiled and I touched her flesh for the first time ever. We both giggled a bit. But, at that moment I knew. Always after that at a dance or whatever, I'd press my thighs against Carols on the dance floor and she responded gently, surely and positively. There was nothing we could do. She lived with her husband, three doors away.

Q: 'Just wiping ice cream from her thighs and pressing together on a dance floor turned the pair of you on?'

H: Turned me on and I now know it turned Carol on. But, the evening it all happened for us, Carol came round to the house about eight o'clock. She wanted to see Jean, I told Carol she was out. She said her sister was sitting with the two children. She said Ray was out. I knew things were not good with them. She knew things were not good between Jean and I. "That bloody, bloody man," Carol said suddenly with tears welling up. On impulse as I reached from my arm chair, I clutched her about the waist and buried my head against her thighs. She was wearing slacks so nothing much could happen immediately. But, I remember feeling the warmth and softness of those thighs encased in nylon slacks and was aware that the top of my head rubbed against the plump bulge of her fanny. I was clasping her behind and running my fingers down the outside of her thighs. I pulled back and looked up her and she said: "Harry, he's a bastard and he doesn't want me any more." She clasped me round the shoulder and dropped onto my lap in the big armchair. I had a hand under her thin jumper almost automatically. I'd wanted Carol a long time. I'd been very patient. "Christ, I wish I was married to you, Harry." She kissed me hard and I slipped my tongue between her lips. I talked to her about the ice cream incident and her thighs and she admitted that she understood my desire right from that moment. She stood up for a moment and my head buried against her thighs again and I found myself easing the elastic waistband down over her hips. Carol wriggled free of the slacks and I was crushing my face to her bare thighs and it was the warmest, most exciting thing I'd ever done to a woman, although I was no teenager. Carol loved it and hugged me, breathing very hard as I kissed her inner thighs and nuzzled my nose along the line of her pants, realising that she had a terrifically large fanny mound with a profusion of crinkly hair. She allowed me to slip her knicks down and I could tell immediately she was very wet between her legs and she tried to hide it. "Do you want to do it here or upstairs?" I asked her. "Not in a bed that she's been in," Carol said, kissing me until my neck nearly screwed off. She was feeling for my hard and when she was slipping the foreskin back and forth, she was grasping for breath, kissing me and drawing in cool air as she squirmed on my lap. I told her about her thighs and what they did for me. She said she realised it that afternoon on the beach in the sun. She stood up with her jumper pulled up to show her bra and half her titties hanging out and her slacks and panties down at her ankles. She took them off after that and back on my knee her wet fanny made marks all over my light trousers. I slung a few cushions on the floor and we giggled our way down there. She only gave a brief thought to her sister at home with the kids. "She'll think I'm with Jean and you together. Nothing to worry about." Carol had been waiting a long time, but I didn't know this for certain until later. On the floor with cushions under her head and a big one under her bum, she spread her lovely thighs for me and I kissed them gentle inside and a bit outside. She was playing with my erection all the time and looking at it a lot. "You wouldn't think I was a decent married woman with two kids, would you" she said giving my cock such a jerk she almost tossed me off. We laughed and she shifted her thighs and I played around with her pubic hair which was very dark and thick and curly. Her fanny was thoroughly lubricated and I wondered if one fuck was going to satisfy her. All the same, I got down on the job and she took my old cock greedily and gratefully, pushing it into her vagina with a frenzy I had forgotten women possessed. She had a climax at once and straightaway started to strain for another which she reached as I clutched the outside of her fleshy thighs, shooting my own semen with shocking relish and pleasure. Carol told me she loved me and would divorce Ray. But, I paid no attention and after redressing and going into the bathroom, she went home.

Q: 'How did things go between you after that?'

H: We were secret lovers, living three doors from each other. Thighs had won me over. The inside of her luscious thighs improved both my erection and my ejaculation. When she wore dresses, they enhanced her thighs and she used them all the time. She was quite fond of high heeled shoes and they threw her attributes into even greater relief. Carol hated the fact that Ray never ever made any reference to her thighs. She'd known their attraction for years and was frustrated that it brought her no sexual satisfaction. Now she had me to admire them, she'd flash her thighs for me every time we were in each other's company. I spent a lot of time in Carol's place after that and I didn't care. Ray found me there once and I only just had time to zip up my fly because Carol had been sitting on my lap playing with my erection and licking the inside of my ear. I'd just been lifting and lowering her breasts inside her bra and hadn't got to the point of taking them out. He appeared not to care or to accept me. My wife, Jean, had other men and eventually, she agreed to give me a divorce. All I wanted was Carol and those thighs. When Ray and Jean were away on their own pleasures, I'd sleep with Carol at her place and the kids liked me being Uncle to them. Carol used to like me to get undressed and go upstairs early then she would climb the stairs, strip off and wrap her thighs round my neck from behind. What a grip she's got between her thighs. When she did it, I could feel the outer lips of her love slit all wet and leaving a snail's trail over my neck and back. When she clapped me round the neck from the front, I knew my mouth would soon be in contact with her fanny and I would love to dip deeply into that lovely slit with my tongue, being massaged all the time on the cheeks of my face by her gorgeously active thighs. If you'd wanted thighs wrapped about you as much as I had all those years, it was a heaven come true. She was a thoughtful kid, too, my Carol. She'd pull back her fanny occasionally and wipe my lips when juice was running down the corners of my mouth and seeping from her love lips.

Q: 'There must have been something else that you admired in Carol other than her thighs?'

H: Yes, there were a lot of things. But, I loved her thighs right from that afternoon on the beach and when she arrived at my house that night and I snuggled against their lovely warmth. She represents everything I've ever wanted. Also, she's a dirty-minded bitch in her way. I mean she'll ask if you want a wank or ask me to finger fuck her because she's got all sexy about something. I couldn't discuss things like this with Jean. I mean, we will be sitting watching TV and Carol will snuggle up to me and almost demand that I masturbate across her thighs. She loves to watch me wank off and insists that my semen is shot across her thighs. She's quite keen on masturbating herself and says she can do it better now that I have shown her one or two things she didn't know about. Jean divorced me, Ray and Carol are parted, the kids seem like my own. We've moved and a long time after fucking should have been a bore, here I am slamming away like mad with my second real woman and talking dirty all the time. We have a smashing time and I don't care who knows. When things are rotten for me, I crave her thighs to look at, smooth and fondle, kiss and rub my face and head against. I've kissed her thighs from top to bottom inside and outside. They are smashing and I get pains in my cock thinking about her. If that is wrong, then I'm sorry. Carol talks to me a lot about her life with Ray and it seems to me she had to rape him twice to get pregnant. I don't think we shall have a child. I don't want to spoil her lovely figure.

Q: 'Now that you and Carol are together all the time, is the thrill the same, now that what you are doing isn't snatched?'

H: It's a bit better because I've got this feeling for her which never leaves me. I want to stick my cock in her all the time because I only have to have a quick think about her naked thighs and I'm on heat and get a shocking erection wherever I am. If I get home with one, I show her right away so she can do something about it, even if the children haven't gone to bed. Being uninhibited about thigh flesh makes me rest easier. I haven't ruined any one's life. But, I have improved my own.