It was an odd evening that found me tired from my workout, sore and out of sorts. I limped homeward, feeling the strain of too much exercise. Every one of my muscles was complaining, the loudest complaints coming from my back. Oh, the back. No pain, no gain. Ouch.
A swim might have helped. I love swimming at the gym. Not only for the workout, but the incredible figures, so beautiful as they kick by. The legs particularly, the long, pretty legs of the beautiful young college girl swimmers and their sweet feet as they wave by in the neighboring lanes of the lap pool.
So many nights I have spent lying awake, replaying the beautiful images of legs, the to-die-for legs-up-to-here of beautiful girls. How I would love to grab them, pull them to me and wrap them around me! In college, I was famous for my ability to soothe the sore muscles of my fellow swim class members with my strong, gentle hands. They loved my back massages, and I massaged tirelessly, especially when the pretty woman relaxed beneath my plying hands, boasted a long and lovely pair of beautiful swimmer's legs.
In my vivid imagination I possessed the ability to play back in my mind the wonderfully sexy qualities of my classmates' legs, and in my mind I would hold again the smooth beauty of gentle curves, grasping and working the long thigh, the gentle swell of the calf, the beautiful narrowing of the relaxed ankle and the sweet crescendo of the lovely female foot.
After one leg was done, there was another!
Just thinking about it made me weak. But now my back was sore, and I decided that rather than a swim, a relaxing soak in a hot tub would do me best.
Oddly enough, the moment I came out of my reverie, I found myself at the entrance to an attractive yet unfamiliar establishment, the Magic Hot Tub. It was enough that the young lady at the desk was giving me a welcoming smile, and through the open portals I passed. The place had the feel of a small, friendly operation, and in what seemed like the blink of an eye, I was stumbling along, wrapped in a huge white turkish towel, through a rather winding passageway from the lockers to a large, opalescent hot tub, its steam rising in wisps like long, gentle arms beckoning me.
I wasn't quite sure how I'd found the hot tub, which seemed quite private in its setting of stone and exotic greenery, and the subdued lighting of the chamber caught the velvety shimmer of the waves as the tub glowed its welcome.
As my eyes slowly adjusted to the lighting, I heard the gentle padding of feet on the warm stone, and in through another tunnel appeared one of the cutest young girls ever to inhabit a body, also towel-wrapped and appearing someone disoriented.
"Hi," I said, returning her smile, immediately noticing her sweet smile, shapely hips and long, glowingly beautiful legs. "Looks like we found the same tub," she said, giving me that certain smile, quite naturally. It was amazing how quickly we connected. I returned her smile, feeling my heart skip a beat. I realized I was in my mind unwrapping the towel and completely undressing her, even though only her arms were bare, as well as her legs and feet.
My unerring eye immediately took them in, their perfectly lovely shape.
Suddenly I was aware of how forward I must have seemed in front of a perfect stranger, so I quickly dropped my towel and climbed into the hot tub, which instantly started to rumble, producing a welcome torrent of bubbles from its many underwater jets. "No problem for me," I said, embarrassed at my staring, which must have been obvious to her, yet taken by her disarming smile and statuesque beauty. "Please, come on in. There's plenty of room for both of us!"
"Thanks," she said, dropping her towel and folding her supple body down to a squat and inserting one long, shapely leg into the water as her hands gripped the edge of the hottub, and then the second leg entered. They were beautiful! I caught a glimpse of their perfect, healthy shape as they disappeared beneath the raging roar of the bubbles.
I immediately blushed at what must have appeared to be my own obvious appreciation of her beauty, but she giggled girlishly, her sweet young body relaxing in my admiration. Oh, I was so thankful for the relaxing torrent of bubbles, but I couldn't control my racing thoughts. Was that her leg extending so close by me beneath the roaring steam? The tub was either smaller than I had imagined or her legs were much longer! I thought I felt a gentle nudge on my thigh, when suddenly from behind me the attendant spoke.
"Compliments of the house," she smiled, setting a large frosted ice bucket at water's edge. How nice of them! I thought, as the attendant poured out two round glasses of wine from a sparkling decanter, passing each of us a glass.
"Cheers," she said.
"Cheers," I said, shyly, and my lovely new friend and I touched glasses with a gentle ring.
"Cheers," she said, and there was the nudge again. Her left foot was warm and firm against my right thigh. It was unmistakable. Her eyes met mine, with clear honesty and a smile of welcome. We tossed back the wine, cold and sweet, and poured each other another. The attendant had vanished.
I guess it all happened naturally enough, as we relaxed and talked. We both slid down so our necks rested on the comfortable rounded edge of the hot tub, and our legs eventually touched and then rested together. I felt permanently turned on, and the sweet quenching wine had overcome my shyness. "May I place your legs in my lap for a nice relaxing massage," I offered, finally yielding to my hunger to hold and feel those beautiful legs and feet.
She laughed gently, pulling them up and into my lap, gently nudging me with them. I was brazenly interested now, as her beautiful young feet learned, their gentle tenderness making the acquaintance of my practiced hands as I massaged them, loving them.. We both laughed, sweating with the steam and comfort of the endless hot tub roar, and to my amazement, her sweet beautiful feet and long, lovely pair of legs were mine.
My hands were in ecstasy. The weight and feel of her legs and feet in my lap made me weak with arousal, and she possessed the ability to communicate her gentle sexuality through them with sweet finesse. I worked the long smooth leg muscles, the wonderful calves, the firm, long shins, the beautifully developed ankle tendons, the lovely arches and curves of her sweet, gentle feet. I kissed the feet, the soft firm soles, the generous instep, the sweet, relaxed toes, and they gently caressed my lips in return. I would finish one leg and do the next, only to start over again on the first.
Our laughter and conversation continued, and as I noticed a slight slur from her sweet lips I laughed again, and she with me, the legs holding me and hugging me!. She was so incredibly refreshing and beautiful, and her sweet girlish generosity with her leg hugs left me breathless.
My mind was mad with her beauty, and she leaned back against the stone, catching the shimmering reflections of the water as the light danced on her. She had that classic look to her, the girlish health and firm youthful beauty that recalled the pretty mythical lady centaurs I had seen once in a classic cartoon movie from the 1940s. I thought of them, and I was able to pictured this magnificent young lady as a pretty girl centaur, and my imagination played with images of her sweet, supple arms pulling an arrow back in a crossbow, or her lovely hair swaying in the breeze as she trotted on her four hooves, her tail swishing as she trotted. But no, a horse's body and hooves? What a waste of legs, I thought, especially when hers were so beautiful and I was so taken by their beauty.
I shamelessly worked, massaged and fondled her beautiful legs with my strong hands, and a mad thought occurred to me: why couldn't a lady centaur have four beautiful human female legs? Why deal with the horse aspect at all? She wouldn't be a centaur, I decided. She would be a girltaur, a lovely girl with four lovely human legs, four beautiful legs to worship and love and wrap around me. I suddenly pictured how incredibly sexy and erotic my lovely young friend would be if beneath her sweet narrow waist blossomed a matched set of four of her long, lovely feminine legs.
I could picture her laughing and loving the feel of her four wonderful legs as she ran the four of them along the beach, the four legs running in tandem, a front pair and a lovely hind pair. She would look so sexy and cute also whenever she would sit cross-legged, her front legs crossed and comfortably resting on the second pair of crossed legs, all four of her feet so pretty as they relaxed among her four lovely folded legs. If she wanted, she could stretch her four legs out and do a four-way leg cross, the four sweet, shapely feet clustered in an incredibly lovely foursome, a bouquet of four lovely feet, the gentle swell of her calves and thighs heavy and warm, resting their lengths against one another.
And I would be there, bringing sweet wine as she laughed and untangled her four wonderful legs to wrap them around me again as I ate and drank of their beauty, surrounding myhself in their sweet warmth and loving all four of her lovely gentle legs as she wrapped them around me and caressed and nudged me with their sweet supple warmth.
Mmmmmmm, I fantasized, growing faint with arousal and feeling so taken by the gentle beauty of her legs.
I wish she had four legs to massage, nuzzle and caress, I thought. I wish, I wish.
Something odd happened in the way the hot tub roar sounded, and I felt a shift of current, for only a moment, and a swirl of greater warmth that quickly passed. I looked up out of my reverie, and my friend's sweet eyes met mine again, knowingly; there was laughter and welcome in them. Her sweet lips smiled and her beautiful face flushed with arousal, as her long, wonderful legs and sweet, lovely feet pressed gently against me.
I felt her calves move as she arched her feet against me - I held them firmly against me, loving them - and with a gentle laugh, she raised herself up a bit in the hottub and resettled herself in the roaring waters, sweat pouring off her lovely body, and pulled up from the roaring waters a second lovely pair of legs as I held the first, the hind legs nudging my sides gently.
I must have blacked out or nearly blacked out and as I felt myself keeling over I was suddenly steadied by the loving strength of four beautiful legs, her four sweet feet supporting me as I felt myself starting to slump. "Oh . . ." was all I could say, and then we both said it together. We both burst out laughing, her shoulders and breasts shaking helplessly with laughter as I allowed myself to be warmly held by four unbelieveably beautiful female legs. The four legs warmly surrounded and enfolded me, and she gently drew me toward her with her four long, sweet, gentle legs.
"Please, may I have you like this?" I asked, loving her and discovering a beautiful second pair of breasts beneath the waterline, so sweet and aching to be loved. "I'm yours, four legs and all four of my breasts," she smiled. "And I'd gladly add another pair of legs and another set of breasts for you."
We made sweet, wonderful love, the most wonderful love imaginable, me and my wonderful girltaur. Her four legs were so expressive of her love, her four breasts so wonderful to nuzzle and drink in, her vaginas so incredibly sensitive and welcoming. I never really could tell how we left the magic hot tub, probably more because of the magic of the moment than because of the wine. We laughed and loved, and as having so many legs was new to her, I remember gladly trying to help carry several of the beautiful legs as she tried to walk them all, stumbling with wine and the amazement of the moment.
We never tire of making love, and her multiple beautiful legs enwrap me as we speak. Forever will I love her.
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