Lucky Day

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I am in luck!

It is only a few minutes before I have my thumb out and this car pulls over to let me on board. I run over to where it has stopped and quickly open the door.

- Hi! Thanks for stopping…

- No problem.

My jaw falls as I hear the feminine voice. I glance over to the driver but my eyes stay riveted on those legs. Oh my gosh… A lovely lady is behind the steering wheel and I immediately notice that she is wearing nylons! I mean stockings, not pantyhose. I can spot the welt on genuine stockings the minute the skirt rises far enough above the knee to let me have a glimpse of that opaque reinforcement of the nylon.

This lady's skirt has a zipper at the front near her right thigh and it is slightly raised. The lower part of the skirt is open a bit and I can very well make out the different thicknesses in the material which is actually the welt of her nylons. There are always different thicknesses in the welt, that build upwards into rings of more and more opaque appearance. The lower section must be doubled and then the next part may be tripled with different nylon folds, all the way up to where the garter snaps snugly pull at the stockings.

I am admiring and fantasizing about those details as I sit down in the comfortable passenger's seat.

- Where are you heading? The lady asks.

- I'm on my way to see my brother… I timidly answer. He's out in Arizona, the lucky dude!

She barely smiles and my answer seems of no interest to her. She has already accelerated and we are under way. I must say I don't really mind her absence of interest, as I am much more interested in looking at her nylon legs than to engage in a chat. Cars pass by as the lady isn't driving very fast. She sneezes and in doing so, her thighs jerk and spread, making that zipper ride upwards a bit more…

I reach into my right pocket of my tight fitting jeans and check on my money. That permits me to bend over towards her a bit and get a better view of her upper thighs. This confirms my guess for stockings as I can clearly make out the welt now. I even notice a small piece of bare skin above her stocking tops!

- Mind if I put my bag on the rear seat, ma'am…?

- No, go ahead.

I turn around on my seat and kneel on it to be able to place my pack sack securely on the rear seat. From my bent position and with my head way up near the roof of the car, I take a good peek down at the lady's legs where I can see the zipper slowly making its way up some more… I notice the shiny shoes she is wearing and I also notice that the garter belt she has on must be a solid one as the clasp that holds onto her stocking is made of metal.

I get back into my seat, looking out the windows to see where we are going but my eyes quickly drop back to those thighs as I am in disbelief at what I am seeing! As if deliberately teasing me, the lady has spread her legs a bit more, making the zipper ride up again and I now see more skin above the stocking tops. I can even make out her large belt being black and very solid as I expected.

What a voyeur's dream come true I think to myself… I rest against the door while I count the dollar bills I took out of my pocket.

- Ma'am I'm willing to pay for the fuel if you are planning on going long distance.

- I'm not going all the way down to Arizona but I can get you over a couple states down.

- Where are you headed ma'am?

- I'm not sure yet.

- Oh? Pardon my curiosity madam, but don't you have a destination?

- No. Not exactly. I just buried my husband one week ago. A sudden heart attack…

- I'm really sorry… That must be awful for you at such a young age.

- Thanks for your sympathy. It's much appreciated. Not many people care these days.

- Yes, that's a fact. And it's a shame too…

There is silence for a while. I am lost in my thoughts. I would like to question this good looking lady about her life, but it is none of my business. After all, I am a stranger to her. But at the same time, I just cannot keep my eyes off her legs. Her stocking tops are fully into view by now and all I can do is feast my eyes on them…

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