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Thigh-High

By: sunqueen95



Copyright 2004 All Rights Reserved

She waited for him, standing in front of the bathroom mirror adjusting her leather gloves til they fit her arms like a second skin. Every Saturday at ten o' clock, Keith arrived at his favorite pub with his friends for a quick drink and some perusing of the sports channels before heading home. Keith's life, you see, was pretty pedestrian, without much change or excitement. It got that way as you grew older and less prone to adventure; no one knew that better than Gina. All her ex-boyfriends had gotten married or wimped out on her, conceding to sex in the most conservative fashion instead of seeking delights of the flesh.

Keith was her only remaining accomplice, still a kinky, willing submissive after all these years. Gina slid a large bottle of baby oil out of the cabinet. Just the sight of it made her weak with desire, for she knew in a few minutes, he would be kneeling in front of her, pouring it over her pussy and her bare, flat stomach. Just anticipating the act made her quiver.

She heard the key in the door lock and smoothed out her kidskin leather boots, which she had polished to a gloss, supple to the touch, as tantalizing as the skin underneath. Of course, he had no idea what awaited him. If he had known, he never would have left the house in the morning.

He walked into the bedroom and took his jacket off. Gina crouched in the doorway, like a tigress stalking her prey. No, she didn't want to startle him, just ease her way into his consciousness. It wasn't just about the physical act. It was about total surrender, spirit and psyche.

Keith took his shirt off, tossing it on the bed, and bent down to take his shoes off. Gina stood up, her limber body unable to withstand the effect his tight, sculpted bum had on her. Her pussy tingled, the sight of him lubricating her better than the bottle of baby oil she had strapped to her boot ever could.

"I know you're there. I can smell you," he turned his head, his wavy brunette hair brushing against his shoulder blades. His lightly tanned skin glistened as though oil had already been applied to it. Perhaps it was just the sweat of expectation. 

The boots were the source of her dominance--and her crutch. They were burnished black kidskin, loose around the upper thigh, with flat heels, nothing like the cheap patent leather boots with ridiculously high heels that younger girls favored. Like a teenage girl's secret stash of "slut" clothes, they gave her power, they transformed her from staid shopgirl into alluring seductress. 

He knelt at her feet, looking up at her stern face that contrasted with the delicate curly blonde hair that framed it. "Goddess," he murmured, rubbing his stubbled chin on her boots and up the curve of her bare oiled thigh.

"Slave," she purred proudly, running her lacquered red fingernails through his wavy hair. His hands quivered as ran them over her bare ass. Smooth and milky-white and as arousing to touch as it was to view, he worshiped it in its full glory. His fingers curled round and slowly he withdrew, easing back on his bent knees and admiring her round luscious cheeks. Totally unhindered by any covering, even the usual thong string, her ass, glimmering with oil and shaking ever so slightly, tempted him. She laughed, flicking her long curly blonde hair as she splayed her body against the wall, laughing as she stuck her bum out to give him a better view. 

He crawled over to her, a naked, willing pawn in a sweet game of control and desist. He looked at her, savoring the form that would soon devour him. Gina resisted the urge to look at the eager and fascinated expression on his face, instead choosing to concentrate on the touch of his chin as he rubbed it against her ass. The friction sent tingles through her body, bringing her perilously close to orgasm without benefit of a tongue or cock anywhere near her pussy. Gina allowed him to grope her, the combined sensation of his lips, and the stubble on his chin alternating with the grip of the soft leather boots against her legs. The unbearable cascade of feelings drove her to distraction. While she liked to slowly tease him into submission, such was not the case tonight. He was already there, and she had reached the height of her power.

So she took advantage of it.

Gina rolled her body around against the wall, til she turned and faced him. This sudden movement startled Keith, and he pulled back, his breath heavy, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. She loved that look of subservience and desire. It gave her ideas. She stepped toward him, exaggerating the cadence so he slinked back even farther.

"Oil me." she ordered. "And don't get any of it on my boots or I will whip your bum red. Understand?"

"Yes, my mistress. As you wish."

He reached for the bottle of oil strapped to her boot, and took it in his hand, smiling at her as he flipped open the lid. 

He stood up, his muscular legs trembling, and set to work. A trail of colorless oil streamed down from between her breasts and onto her pussy. He reached down to rub it in and she clasped her hand over his and pushed him away.

"Mistress, I am here to pleasure you. Let me do my job." His cinnamon eyes were moist with such sincerity it melted her heart as well as the tender pink between her legs.

"Very well, since you asked so nicely, you may caress me with your finger, but only for a little while. Rub in the oil all over me. Massage me."

He smiled, bright and excited as a teen-ager discovering his first dirty video. He fell to his knees again and slithered a finger over her clit, rubbing it softly before drenching it with more oil. Then he slid his finger inside her, making her squirm and weakening her resolve. "That's enough," she said, guiding his hand away from her again. "You are a devious slave. You can try all you want to get your cock into me, but it won't work. I have other plans for you tonight." Gina bent over from her waist, and whispered in his ear, her curls brushing against his cheek. "Make my breasts shine with oil. Then worship at my feet."

"Yes, mistress." 

He obeyed, afraid to cross her, standing up again and pouring the rest of the oil over her pert, perfectly shaped breasts. Her nipples rose up to greet him as he slathered the oil over her skin. When he tugged at her nipple, she stopped him again. Then she glanced down to see that her denial only made his cock harder. 

"Can't you control that nasty thing?" she whispered.

"No, not since the moment I first saw you, mistress," 

Gina resisted an urge to kiss him, his honeyed compliment another attempt to undermine her. She'd had more compliant partners, but they were too predictable and she ended up dropping them. Keith was different. He kept her guessing.

He grabbed her left thigh and kissed it, the oil that had dripped there coating his face and lips. Then he crawled over and kissed her other thigh, careful not to let any oil drip onto her boot. He moved too slowly for her. His teasing had aroused her and piqued her to the point of dementia. She placed her hands on either side of his face, digging her fingers into his cheeks. She knelt down and straddled him, while sealing his mouth with a kiss more violent than mere fucking. Then she bound his wrists with black fake fur handcuffs. A little dodgy, but they did the trick. 

"Now get on the bed, " she ordered, watching in delight as he fell onto the bed, writhing on his stomach. "It's time."

"Yes, mistress."

She turned him over, and admired his sweat and oil covered body. Then she straddled him again, the soft kidskin leather boots rubbing against his side as she pinched his nipples and jabbed his chest with her long fingernails, just enough to make him wince. Then she grasped his cock and slid her fingernail tips over it, laughing as he moaned and writhed in delighted agony, flinging his head from side to side, unable to stop her or retaliate. 

"You enjoy this. Yes, he loves everything I do to him." Gina kissed the tip of his cock fondly and slipped off the bed.

Then she opened the sliding door and walked out onto the balcony, looking out over the city, naked and proud. He knew this, and the thought of it angered and aroused him even more. When she returned to the room, he implored her to come back to bed. She declined, and stood next to him, pouring the last dollop

of baby oil onto his cock, and massaging it into his skin. She knelt onto the bed and towered over him, grasping his cock resolutely. 

"Damn, these boots are too much," she whispered, hoping that he didn't hear. Beautiful to look at but cumbersome to move in unless standing up, she relented, and took them off, as she sat on the bed facing him. A triumphant twinge crossed his face as he watched one boot, then the other, hit the floor.

"That's better," she sighed, scooting up to stroke him better.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he winked. She looked up, gazing directly at his bound wrists.

"Oh, I'm sorry," The timbre of her voice changed, from goddess to geisha. She undid the fur cuffs and he was upon her immediately. She did not resist.

Thigh Highs and Dishes



I am doing the dishes when you come around the corner. You see me in black heels and blue thigh high stockings that match the ones on my arms. There is a little bit of skin showing between the thigh highs and my short brown skirt I am wearing. The yellow top I'm wearing clings to my breasts and my stomach revealing the figure you love so much. My hair is back in a ponytail and my makeup is fresh. I look over and smile at you. You smile back. I turn back to the dishes. Picking up a glass, I rinse the outside of it then I lather it with soap.

I feel you behind me, your hand sliding the length of my thigh where the skin is showing. My body tingles with anticipation and I am hyper aware of my body. Your other arm wraps around my waist and you press your body against mine. I can already feel your hard shaft at my back aching for my pussy. You slide your hand up from my thigh to the top of my panties. You play with the top a little. I let out a low moan. You kiss the top of my shoulder and then up my neck to my ear. 

You move away from my body slightly. I feel you move your hand from the top of my panties to between my thighs. I spread my legs allowing you access. You bite my ear lobe and ask "have you been a good girl?" I nod my head. I feel your hand slide over my panties from clit to pussy. My panties were went. "Feels like you've been a bad girl." You nibble on my neck a little. "I like you better naughty, anyway."

You rub your hand over my underwear I let out a squeal of pleasure. Your hand leaves my waist as you hike my skirt up over my ass. Both your hands go to the task of taking off my panties. You push them down over my knees until they drop to the floor. I feel the air on my wet cunt. You slide your finger across it, then up to rub the spot right above my clitoris. My moans are so loud now. You take your hand away and I hear the sound of you unzipping your pants. They drop to the floor and you kick them away from you. I stand over the sink still holding the half washed glass.

I feel your rock hard cock against my pussy. You put one hand on my hip and another on my back. You bend me over with your hand on my back. I feel you cock press against my now dripping cunt. You move your hand from my hip and slap my ass hard, once. I yelp in surprise and feel the blood rushing to where you slapped me. You put the skirt back over my ass. You move your hand under my skirt in front. You just rest your fingers above my clit. I start rocking against you. "That's not what good girls do," you whisper in my ear. 

The hand on my back slides under my shirt and onto my stomach. Your breathing is heavy and I can tell your trying with all your might not to slam your cock into me. You tease me more letting the tip barely slide in. I gasp. You pull out and slide your hand underneath my bra. With my breast cupped in your hand, you pinch my nipple and roll it between your thumb and forefinger. With your other hand you start to make little circles above my clitoris. I hold my breath as I feel the pressure building up in my stomach. 

Then without warning you plunge yourself into me. I nearly scream with pleasure. I cry out as you thrust into me harder and harder each time. You start rubbing circles harder and my body goes rigid as more pressure builds up in my stomach. "I'm going to cum," you say. "Please," barely leaves my lips. As your cock swells I feel myself going over the edge I cry out in ecstasy as you continue to make circles above my clitoris. My vagina spasms. And you giggle a little in my ear. 

You put your arms around my waist and hold me tight. You kiss my neck sweetly. "I love you," you say

"I love you."

As you slide out and remove your arms from around my waist to go clean up, I drop the glass I had been holding in my hand half washed; it shatters in the sink. You laugh, the laugh that made me fall in love with you. As you look back at me you see the embarrassment on my face. You come back kiss me on the forehead and leave the room, leaving me to clean up.



Thigh Highs and Massage Oil



I was in Vegas working a convention, which translates into very long days on your feet, late dinners and even later partying. It was Wed. night and I came back to my suite at about 2am and I turned my computer to check e-mail, as I was still a little wired from dancing. While online, I checked the a swinging site that I belong to and noticed a woman who was also on-line in Vegas. I read her profile and she sounded very interesting. As you all know, after you read enough mindless profiles they all start sounding the same. For me, subtle cleverness is much more of a turn-on than, "I'll suck you balls dry if you have an 8" cock."

I invited her to a chat and she accepted.

"You're up late," I started.

"Yep, just got off work. My feet and calves are killing me. How come you're up?" she asked.

"Just got back from The Beach," I told her.

"The Beach ... that flight must have sucked!" she said

"No," I said, "the Beach nightclub. I was dancing until 2am. Just winding down."

That was just the start. We clicked immediately and our minds wandered into a playful conversation of wit and charm that was so much fun, neither of us wanted to stop. We chatted for the next 1-1/2 hrs until 4am.

But, something happens to the brain at 4am, where all the body's forces are screaming SLEEP!! We both started to fade.

"I've really got to go now and get SOME sleep tonight ... I have to be up at 6am!" she said.

"Yea, me too," I replied.

"When are you leaving Vegas?" she asked.

"I'm on a plane tomorrow night .. bummer, eh? Sounds like we could have had a blast together," I replied, "and you're in BAD need of a GREAT foot massage ."

"Yes, I think so too .. and YES I really could use a massage," she replied. "How about tomorrow during the day? I'm free after I drop off my kids at school. Give me a call in the morning."

I got her phone number and we both signed off. If I wasn't so exhausted, I don't think I would have gotten a second of sleep that night in anticipation of the next day.

I called her at about 9:30am. She had a normal, warm voice, not affected by smoking or "trying" to be sexy, just simply pleasant. I invited her over to my suite for the promised massage at 11am and she agreed to bring over some massage oil or baby oil. I called the front desk and arranged for a late check out at 1pm. 

I told my coworkers that I had an off-site meeting from 11am-1pm. This wasn't unusual and it didn't raise even an eyebrow. I made it back to my room and awaited my "client".

She arrived at my suite several minutes late. She apologized, saying that traffic was worse than she anticipated. I thought it was very sweet that she had the politeness to offer an apology and it was consistent with the mature, intelligent woman I got to know online just 7 hours ago.

She was attractive, but not a raging beauty. She was taller than my wife and thicker all over at about 5'7" and probably 150 pounds. She had curly brown hair that stiffly flowed to her shoulders and very pleasant eyes and complexion. Her shape was proportionate and curvy in a classic sense. She wore a white silk, tailored, short sleeved button-down blouse, which was only unbuttoned one, or 2 buttons from the top and one button from the bottom, much as a professional woman might loosen up after a hard day's work. Her blouse was un-tucked and hug suspended off what appeared to be a very nice chest. Where her shirt left her chest, I could just make out the delicate lacy pattern of her bra and where her breasts slightly overflowed the cups. On her bottom, she wore a tailored black slit skirt, which hugged her hips beautifully and ended tastefully above the knee. She wore stockings and as I looked closer I could see the faint outline of a garter belt through her skirt material along the top of her thighs. Her shoes where high healed, but were not trashy or inappropriate for the rest of the outfit. She held a small, dark purple velour bag in her hand that was closed by a golden drawl string at the top. She simply looked like a classy lady.

After her apology and my acceptance, we looked at each other directly as her grin slowly grew on her face. I became aware of my smile as well. How pleasant a face she had and her smile told me that she was at least satisfied and maybe even pleased with what she was seeing. I am 6'1", 170 pounds and in good shape. I'm not muscle bound, but I'm not skinny either. I guess I would say I have an athletic build. At 42 and after 20 years of marriage, work and kids, I still have the majority of my hair, though I have gotten gray on the sides. I've been told that I am handsome, but I am not male model material. I had changed tight fitting plain white tee shirt and black dress pants.

"Madame," I said in a really cheesy half continental, half French accent, "thank you for choosing our massage clinic today. As I see from the notes here, we are emphasizing the feet and legs. Is that correct?"

Her smile grew from ear to ear at the sound of the affected accent. I knew from our chat the evening prior that she'd appreciate the humor and thoughtful initiative that the role-play represented.

"Yes, that is correct. I was also told that this salon requests their clients bring their favorite massage oil. I have that here," and with the slightest giggle, she raised the hand holding the bag toward me.

"Of course, very good," I replied as I reached forward in a faux professional manner and took the bag from her hand. I opened the bag and saw not only a bottle of massage oil, but also a pack of un-lubricated ultra-thin condoms and a small bottle of warming lubricant.

I looked back up at her with a smile, "Very good Madame, everything seems to be in order. Shall we get started?"

"Yes please," she replied.

"First, we must get you out of those shoes," I said as I motioned for her to sit down on the couch in the sitting area. I knelt down in front of her, placed both hands around her ankles and slid them firmly up to the top of her calf. Pausing there for a minute, I gave her calf a gentle kneading and slowly worked my way back down her leg to her ankle. When I reached her ankle I raised her foot off the floor, placing the heel and sole of her shoe on my thigh. As I unbuckled the strap of her shoe, I was able to get a glimpse up her skirt at the top of her thigh-high stockings. She had very nice and shapely legs. I placed that foot down and did the same on the other leg. She was leaning forward this entire time, watching my every move.

I motioned for her to stand and as we both did, I said, "Though we will be focusing on your feet and legs, it is a whole body massage that you have requested. Is that also correct?"

With a coy smile she said, "Yes, that is correct."

"Well then, it will be necessary to shed as much of your clothing as you feel comfortable with," I said. "Would you like me to assist you with that while we start the relaxation portion of the massage?"

"Yes, please do," she replied.

With that, I slowly moved my body behind her. I started by gently raking my fingers in her scalp from the front to the back of her head and eventually drew my strokes down the back of her neck. She bent her head forward I stroked forward and back as I slowly scraped back. On a final stroke backwards, I allowed my touch to lighten, barely touching her skin on the back of her neck and shoulders. I felt her body shutter several times as I tantalized the fine, sensitive hairs of her neck.

With my hands now massaging her shoulders, I took a hand full of her thick curly hair from her right shoulder and brought it back and behind her neck, exposing her right cheek and neck. I stepped a little closer and lowered my head next to hers so that I was now looking down over her shoulder and down the front of her blouse and such that she could feel my breath on her now bare neck. I allowed my hard-on, now pushing against the inside of my pants, to just barely brush her ass thru her skirt for a moment and then kept myself back and away as she tried to push her ass back against me. She let out a slight, "mmmmm," half out of excitement and half out of frustration.

I took my hands and turned them palms up so that I was just touching her with only my fingernails and I slowly and lightly scraped against her upper arms, down her inner forearm and into her palms. On the up stroke, I flopped my hand over and only the pads of my fingertips touched her on the way back up. Her bare arms were filled with goose bumps immediately in response to the sensation and again I felt her whole body shiver. Then on a last upstroke up her forearms, I let my finger tips brush the side of her waist through her silk blouse and then the outside of her breasts, all the while being careful that the only place our bodies touched where at my finger tips and my breath on her neck. I brought my fingertips to the front of her neck and then on the down stroke I slowly brushed over her collarbone and down to the first button of her blouse.

She took a deep breath in anticipation of what I was about to, which heaved her cleavage up into the heels of my hands. After I let them meet for a moment I kept my hands floating off just beyond her breath as I delicately undid the first button, then the next and the next. At this point she was starting to squirm, pushing back with her ass searching for contact with my still restrained cock, but I was able to frustrate her attempts with only fleeting brushes to reward her effort.

As the last button fell, her blouse loosely fell open to reveal a delicate demi-cup lace bra, which allowed her full mounds to flow up and out of the top. Her belly was soft, but smooth and in fine proportion to her physique.

I slowly brought my finger tips back up, allowing them to trace from the top of her skirt, over her belly and around the outside of her bra, until I was at her shoulders again. Then, I slowly drew the 2 lapels of her shirt apart in each hand and brought her blouse back off her shoulders and down her arms, making sure she was getting every sensation of the soft silk and the soft touch of my fingers on her outer arms, shoulders, forearms and lower back. I took her blouse in my hands, turned and neatly folded it over the back of the couch.

"You're driving me nuts," she exclaimed looking over her right shoulder, as she jumped up and down a little.

"Madame must learn to relax," I said, as I repositioned myself behind her once again. This time she tried to reach back with both hands and grab my ass to pull me to hers. I took her wrists with my hands and directed them back to her sides. I took an audibly deep breath and said in a deep, calming voice, "Relax".

I let my hands move from her wrists to her waist and in a circular motion I continued the same soft touching that I had done on her arms, but now I concentrated on the soft flesh of her sides and belly. I let the circles grow larger and larger and soon I was tingling the outside of her waist, up the outside of the bra and then down the middle of her cleavage and over her belly. I guided my hands back up her back and undid her bra and then slowly peeled it forward over her shoulders, letting my hands slide down the front of the upper chest and push the cups off of her breasts and letting the bra fall to the floor. 

She had lovely, full, natural breasts and I allowed my fingers, finger tips and palms to feather touch both of her erect nipples as I continued the circular motion around the outside of her bare breast and then over the top, brushing the nipples each time. Her nipples were all goose bumps and I noticed that the goose bumps were starting to spread down all of her exposed skin.

I led my hands slowly down her belly until I reached her skirt. In a paced, deliberate motion, I undid her skirt and guided it down her legs while I let my hands trace the sides of the ass, her upper thighs, her knees and then calves. I went down on one knee still behind her and I gently kissed her shoulders, the small of her back, her ass and then the back of her exposed thigh above her stocking. I could tell that my treatment so far was having the desired effect, as her thighs were already full of her sweat scent.

Without any mention, she looked down and stepped to the side and out of her skirt. As I stood back up, I replayed my path with kisses on her opposite leg and side. With the skirt still in my hands, I calmly turned and laid her skirt over the back of the couch next to her blouse.

There she stood before me in white garter, hipster panties and thigh-high stockings. I took one of her hands in mine and turned her facing me. We looked directly at each other for a moment, shifting our gaze back and forth from one eye to another.

"Now if Madame is quite ready, we can stop the relaxation portion and start the massage," I said with a shit-eating grin.

"Relaxation you've got to be kidding me!" she protested and laughed.

With her still in my hand, I guided her to the bed. As she stood there, I drew the covers completely off onto the floor and placed a pillow in the middle of the bed and at the foot and directed her to lay face down with the pillow under her hips and under her ankles. 

I then said to her, "As one of our preferred clients, you also have the option of determining how much clothing I shall wear during your massage."

"Really," she said with a big smile, "we'll I'd prefer you completely naked if that's all right."

"Of course," is all I said and with that I calmly stripped in front of her while she rolled on her side watching. No doubt, by this time I had a hard-on that you could have used as a tuning fork and as I removed my shorts, it sprang straight up with the head just ½" from my belly. I'm of average size and above average width, but I've been told my cock is nice looking as it is smooth with a large head and I keep it and my balls shaved.

She looked at it for a moment and then looked up at me, smiled and said, "Nice."

"You're too kind Madame," I said with a smile and a slight bow of my head as I took my place kneeling at the foot of the bed. I started rubbing her feet through her stockings and worked my way up to her calves and thighs. Due to sports injuries (and just getting older), I've had a lot of therapeutic massages over the years and have absorbed a lot about giving a good massage. As I arrived at the top of her stockings I let my fingers extend to the bare skin above. At this point I stopped the massage and started the light touching again. She shifted slightly on the pillow and opened her legs slightly as I noticed her breath deepen. After a several minutes of this, I unfastened the garter and slowly rolled each stocking down. Then I likewise removed her garter and panties.

There we were finally, on the bed, naked; her face down with her ass slightly raised by a pillow and me positioned between her legs at her heels.

Taking some massage oil into the palm of my hands, I rubbed my hands together to warm it and started on her feet and calves. Then some more oil and up to the back of the lower thighs and then slowly I worked my way up to her upper and inner thighs. As I made this progression, she was slowly opening her knees a little more and a little more, making room for me between her legs as I moved up closer to her.

When I reached the top of her thighs, I made sure that I only occasionally glanced her pussy. She was fully shaved. As my hands passed close, I could feel the steam of her pussy against my fingers. She started slowly grinding into the pillow beneath her hips.

I love the feeling of a shaved pussy in my hand. There is no softer skin on a woman's body than the skin between her lips and her inner thigh. All the urges in my body were guiding my hand to the soft, swollen skin of her pussy, but I told myself 'not yet' and held back.

I left her inner thighs and proceeded north. I wanted to apply a lot of oil now, so I surprised her by dripping the oil directly from the bottle onto her fleshy, round ass. She jumped a little as the cold oil hit the skin. I put the bottle down and started massaging her ass, paying close attention to the crack of her ass as well as her buns. I repositioned myself a little higher on her by taking my knees to the outside of her legs, straddling her, and bringing her knees and legs together. As I worked higher and higher on her back and then shoulders, I allowed by cock to glance her fleshy, well-oiled ass and periodically ride along her ass crack. Each time she knew I was close, she squeezed her ass cheeks together and pushed up a couple inches, as if she was trying to grab a hold of cock with her ass cheeks.

Next, I repositioned myself at the top of the bed, so that I could do a better job on her shoulders. Without warning, she surprised me and rolled over on her back and said, "God Damn it, that's all I can take."

With that, she rubbed her hands on her ass to get a little oil on them and grabbed my cock. I took the cue and repositioned myself so that I was beside her on my knees facing her. Finally I was going to get my hands on that beautiful shaved pussy. As she started giving me a great 2-handed hand-job, I took my right hand and moved down between her legs. She scooted down a little so that the pillow was now in the small of her back and she arched backward slightly as I let my middle finger glide over her clit and down over her slit and while my other fingers were enjoying the feeling of her soft, smooth skin on either side. As I worked my hand and fingers over her pussy, I would let her clit slide up inside the slot between to of my fingers and then on the down stroke, I would ride her clit with my middle finger which would end up buried inside her on each stroke.

The tempo starting was really hot and heavy now. She was working on my cock and I was bringing her to orgasms with my hand and fingers. She squeezed her legs together around my hand and I worked her hard and she rolled on her side uncontrollably as she came.

I told her I was about to cum. She said, "I want you in my mouth."

I told her OK, but we're going to use a condom. She didn't object. She revisited her magic bag and took out an un-lubricated rubber and the bottle of warming lube. She put a couple drops on the lube on the inside of the rubber and put the rubber in her mouth. In one swift motion applied it to my aching cock.

She was obviously really enjoying sucking my cock and she started letting out soft moans and slurps as she followed her mouth with her fist up and down me. The feeling was FANTASTIC and in no time at all I started helping her out with a little humping motion of my own. I reached back down to find that smooth soft skin of her pussy again and went back to work, curling my finger inside her and massaging her spongy and aroused g-spot, which only increased her moaning and her frequency.

She came a couple more times and then I finally filled the rubber with my hot cum. 

We both lay there for a moment, and then I went to the bathroom to remove the rubber and wipe off. When I came back, there she was lying on her side. Her little extra weight only accentuated her curves when on her side. Looking at her beautiful, ample breasts, I realized I haven't paid much attention to them at all yet. I rolled her on her back and started kissing her neck and nibbling on her ears. I led my kisses down her neck and then onto her breasts. I teased her breasts with kisses along the bottom and outside and then slowly moved closer and closer to her nipples, which were already hardening in anticipation. I then licked circles around her nipples ending each time gently sucking them into my mouth.

Nothing is more exciting to me than a woman excited, and soon I was getting erect again too. After a while on her breasts, I worked my way down to her stomach and licked her belly button.

At this moment, she grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "My turn" and flipped me over on my back. She then proceeded to do to me what I had been doing to her. Slowly she started teasing me with very soft touches up and down my chest and belly. She dropped her head forward, letting her firm, curly hair drag across my chest and belly. She would get close, but never actually touched my now hard cock. Every time she got close, my cock would stiffen trying to reach out and touch her hand or face, but she just smiled and kept it out of reach. 




Thigh Highs and Massage Oil



She was now tantalizing me as I tantalized her and enjoying every second of it. She got up and got another rubber. Like before, she placed a little warming lube on the inside and applied it with her mouth. She kept sucking my cock until she was sure I was good and hard and then positioned herself on her elbows and knees. I didn't need any instruction.

I put a large glob of warming lube in the palm of my right hand and spread it on her engorged cunt and between her ass cheeks from behind. I rubbed my hand up and down for a several minutes working my hand up her lower belly and then back through her legs and then teasing her asshole with the tip of my middle finger. She came again as she thrust her ass in the air in rhythm to my movements. Clit, cunt, ass, I had all 3 covered and I was getting very hot with her excitement.

I stopped, removed my hand and positioned my self behind her. I waited a couple moments to enjoy the view of her round ass in the air, her shaved pussy puffy and wet, while she slightly gyrated in the air still enjoying the sensation my hand left behind and anticipating what was to come next.

I moved forward and took my right hand and gave her right ass cheek a little slap as I brought it down and grabbed a handful of her hip. I moved my pelvis forward and let my cock rest flat against and between her ass cheeks. I slowly started to pump my hips as my cock slide up and down along the top of her ass. She responded by relaxing her ass muscles when I pulled back, which allowed by cock to fall deep between her cheeks and then as I trust forward she tightened. While this was happening, she reached down and started playing with her clit and she let her fingers go beyond and touch my balls on my forward strokes. She was now making her own rhythm as she took herself to orgasm and I followed her lead.

"I want to feel you inside me." she said between gasps and with that I pulled back a little further on the next stroke and slid inside her wet and well lubricated pussy in one smooth motion. She let out a deep, soft moan and kept her hand busy on her clit. Now she was feeling my cock slide in and out of her with her hand as she massaged her pussy.

I love feeling a woman's hand feel me go in and out of her and soon we let ourselves fall into a deep and satisfying orgasm. After we came, I just laid there on top of her from behind, still inside her, slowly moving in and out and kissing the back of her neck and shoulders until I felt myself starting to go a little limp.

We both got up and took a shower together, taking pleasure in soaping and rinsing each other from top to bottom.

I hope if I ever get to Vegas again, I will be able to reopen up the clinic.

NMB (its_not_my_business_but)



Thigh Highs Too Much For Married Man



(Bombshellwife invites you to catch yourself up to date with her previous stories, visiting with her son and his friends at college.)

Funny how you have flash-backs at strange times. I was trying to recover from an incredibly hot orgasm and all I could think of was more! more!

My panties were gone, my legs were sweaty and trembling, but I was insatiable. This night was far from over that much was sure.

As I sat and contemplated my next move, my mind drifted back to my high school days. It was just after my 18th birthday and my mom had arranged for me to babysit for the couple next door. I didn't mind at all, I actually liked Rob and Sharon. I even liked their kids. But I especially liked Rob. 

Rob and Sharon were in their early thirties, well built, both worked out all the time. I must admit I used to fantasize about Rob. I dreamed of him taking me by force, holding me down, ripping my panties away and having his way with me. I often watched him do yard work, hoping he would shed his shirt just to get a glimpse of his mountainous chest.

I guess I felt such fantasy was safe because I knew it would never happen. It was just a school girl crush, but it was still enjoyable. It made me wet and horny enough to get me through many a lonely night of fingering myself into fantastic release.

This day would be no different. I was to drive over to their house after church on Sunday, watch the kids for a few hours while they went to some social thing. No big deal.

Maybe subconsciously that was the reason I dressed the way I did, I'll never know. It was just fun to dress up when Rob was around. When I was alone in their house I would sometimes pretend he was married to me... imagining all the things I would do to that body when he got home from work... all the places his tongue would explore as he tasted every inch of my young, tanned, submissive body.

I remember, because it was the first time I ever wore thigh highs. Smooth, silky, cream-colored thigh highs with that sexy, lacy, rubbery grip top. They felt so erotic when I put them on... and the matching creamy lace thong was just perfect. Just looking at them in the mirror made me want to play with myself, but I had no time for that. Still, I felt so sexy in church I just kept crossing and uncrossing my legs so I could hear that delicious swishing sound. 

I could feel the eyes of all the young guys staring at me, even the married ones. Once I even thought I caught the minister trying to get a glimpse up my dress, and that just made it worse. It only served to fan the vouyeristic fire that was burning deep within my panties. 

Finally the service was over and I headed over to meet up with the kids. When I got there, Rob emerged from the bedroom in a short muscle shirt and skin-tight work-out pants. He said Sharon had been at her mother's house for the weekend, and would be a couple of hours late. 

I started to go home, but he said to hang out there and wait, no sense making another trip. His deep voice made my heart skip, he was so insistent that I stay. My fantasy began to take shape again, there we were, the perfect little married couple, home alone on Sunday afternoon.

We sat together on the couch and flipped some channels till we finally decided on a movie. That was when it happened. I noticed Rob looking at my legs. Not glaring or gawking... just looking, with admiration, as if he felt they were sexy and was paying me a compliment of sorts. I decided to have a little fun, so I slowly shifted my position to give him a better view.

That was when we crossed the line, because the moment he saw the top of the thigh highs... he was done for. It was as if someone had attached a helium tank to the crotch of his shorts and inflated them to full pressure! I hadn't seen a bulge that size in my life, not even in my erotic dreams! It was so huge my jaw instinctively dropped and I stared shamelessly at his groin.

"Rob, are you OK?" I asked. 

I know... pretty stupid, but I was only 18 and it was all I could think to say. He said he was fine and tried to ignore it, but I just kept staring, all the while sliding closer to him on the sofa. With each move my dress inched further toward my waist and within seconds, without realizing it, my undergarments were completey exposed from the waist down. 

As you might have guessed, this didn't help Rob at all. I could now see his rock-hard cock pulsing with his own racing heart beat, throbbing to beat the band in those tight little shorts. He tried hard not to seem flustered, but the closer I got the heavier he began to breathe.

Now I knew I was in charge. I had him! He was within my grasp, this sexy god of a man I had only dreamed of holding. I slid against him, our hips touching, and tossed one silky, creamy leg across his. The touch of my satiny hose against his muscular thigh caused him to moan and he finally gave in to his urge. 

At last he reached for my leg, running his hand along the smooth nylon, probing the lacy top first one thigh high, then the other. My hands were up his shirt feeling his hard nipples, working their way down toward my dream dick. 

We went for it at exactly the same moment. His fingers grabbed my soaking wet panties at the same time I forced my hand into his pants, freeing his begging member from it's cruel entrapment. Stroking gently at first I gradually picked up the pace as he pushed my panties aside and probed my swollen lips. 

My head fell imediately into his lap, and I gave a few quick licks across his bulging cock before burying it deep in my throat. His moans grew louder and made me ache to feel him inside me, but not yet. I sucked and licked like a wild animal, lightly teasing his balls with my hooker-red nails, much to his delight. 

I knew he was about to explode so I pulled away and stood before him, teasing him further as I stripped like a cheap whore. Everything came off... everything except the thigh highs and the heels. I could tell he wanted it that way. He hadn't been able to take his eyes, or his hands off my firm, seductive legs from the moment he'd seen them. It was his reward for being such a good boy and pushing his cock in my mouth.

I spun around several times to give him the full view, then backed into him to tempt his throbbing muscle with my firm, tight ass. He began jacking himself off, more out of reflex than anything else, but I pulled his hand away and slowly dropped onto his lap. 

Two seconds later he was wildly tearing into the lace of my thong with both hands. For a moment the room spun and I could feel him ramming his HUGE dick deep inside me as the remains of my once pretty panties were tossed carelessly onto the floor. The smell of sex and seduction was overwhelming. I sucked and licked at his neck, his chest, his nipples, anywhere my tongue could reach as he rhythmically pounded me into the air.

Like a rag doll, I was lifted into the air and flung onto the floor where Rob proceeded to absolutely rip me in half!!! Violating my young pussy with every ounce of passion and strength he had. My only memory was that I wished I could spread my legs wider, lift them higher, and pull him deeper!! I was such an erotic fuck I wanted every inch he had to give! 

I don't know how many times I came, exactly, but I remember his orgasm like it was yesterday. It was the most complete and fulfilling release I have ever witnessed. I'm not sure how often Rob and Sharon had sex, but it had obviously been a while. I know because he shot into me with the force of a flesh-toned rocket booster, again lifting me off the ground and shaking my pelvis to the very core. 

I squeezed him as tightly as I could, wanting to collect every drop inside my hot pussy, wrapping my legs around him like there was no tomorrow. It went on for a solid minute as he groaned and shuddered himself into a sweaty puddle of afterglow, collapsing onto my soft,inviting nipples. Then it was over.

He smiled and kissed me, but said very little. An hour later his wife arrived and we both carried on as if nothing had happened. It wasn't the last time though, we had a few other adventures I'll share with you later. (Vacation at the beach!) 

I remember for the next two weeks Rob wore as big a smile as I'd ever seen. Especially, he later told me, the next day at work. That Monday he met Sharon for lunch and as he reached into his jacket pocket for his keys he felt a soft, sexy, still-moist and highly fragrant pair of thigh-highs. Call it what you wish. 

An erotic, seductive tease. 

A warm, sweet, distant kiss to brighten his day. 

Fitting reward for an incredible performance. 

Spoils for the victor.

Whatever you choose to call it, I know he kept them in his office desk for a long time, pulling them out occasionally to smell them, to feel them and remember that special day. It was one of many erotic secrets we shared for many years. And the best part is...Sharon never suspected a thing. 

Love, Deann