0 comments/ 29341 views/ 2 favorites Black Satin By: ayrelia I really like to travel but not so much for business. Sure, I'm paid to go to great places sometimes, but a lot of the time; I don't see much while I am there. The conferences and meetings have a tendency to bore me to tears. I try to cut out as quickly as possible so at least I can enjoy the city a bit, but whoever scheduled this conference was wise to most of our plans to skip sessions. Maybe, it was because this was the first time one these was held in Toronto or maybe they were afraid no one would brave the weather to come to another one here. One meeting after another after speaker, after forum from 10am until 6pm. I might as well of stayed home and went to work. It’s not as bad as it sounds, the hotel is quite nice and the kitchen makes fabulous chocolate cake. After the last meeting of the evening, I hurried to the elevator as quick as I could. I wanted to try to see a little of the city tonight. Well at least a little of its nightlife anyway. I got to my room and changed. I slipped into my favorite black satin dress. It was short and hugged every inch of my curves perfectly. It's the kind of dress that a bra and panties are an absolute faux pas. It looks tacky with underwear lines. I slipped into some silk thigh highs and favorite black satin heels. I grabbed my black satin bag, tossed my cards, my key & lipstick in it and I was out the door. I hit the elevator and was out of the hotel and in a car before I could say to the driver, "do you know any good dance clubs in Toronto?" He took me to a club called the Berlin. He pulled up and told me to have the doorman page the service when I wanted to return. The doorman opened the door and said good evening welcome to Berlin. I walked into the club. The music was pretty good. I couldn't complain. I took a look around and headed towards the bar. I started to get the feeling this was going to be an early night. Lots of men and a few women. I was really looking for a little female companionship tonight. I made it to bar and ordered a Long Island. A girl I knew during college got me into drinking those. I looked around at the people dancing. A tall fairly well dressed man walked up next to me an ordered a gin and tonic. He looked me up and down, then smiled. I smiled back hoping he‘d loose interest. I gazed off at sexy brunette dancing off in the distance. He noticed my drink was almost empty. He said, I know this is going to sound like a line, but can I buy you a drink." I laughed and said sure. I ordered another. I talked to him for a few songs. I learned all I needed to know by the time I finished by drink. He had a tan line on his ring finger, but no ring. It's not that I have a problem with cheaters. I have been known to stray every now and then, but come on, I usually tell the person before that I'm involved and this won't get serious. Most women don't have a problem, but most men do. Which is odd you would think it would be the other way around. I caught the doorman and asked him to call the service for me. I watched two sexy blondes rubbing up against each other on the dance floor while I waited for my car. I felt myself getting wet. I could almost smell their heat. The doorman touch my arm and I jumped. I got back to the hotel a little disappointed. I got to the elevator and stepped on the car. The elevator went one floor up and stopped, a gentleman got on. Very well dressed. He smelled remarkable. He smiled at me as he stepped on to the car and said good evening." I smiled hello. He walked to the back of the elevator and was standing slightly behind me. I heard him gasp a little. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and noticed he was eyeing my thighs. I asked him if he was with the conference, he said no. He was here from Montreal and in town for a for a finance meeting. He had a thick French accent. The sound of his voice sent a shiver down my spine directly to my clit. I've always had thing for foreign men. I know it's cliche, but at least the evening might not be a total loss after all. He asked if I was here for the conference. I told him no. I was in town for a meeting as well. He smiled and asked where I was from I told him Chicago. Just before my floor I began searching for my key and I made sure I dropped my lipstick from my purse. He quickly bent over and picked it up. I knew he could smell my thick musk. He looked up at me and smiled. He stood up and held it out. I smiled. I removed it from his hand. I made sure my fingers grazed his palm and lingered. The doors opened and I walked out towards my room. I noticed he followed. I was getting wetter with every step. I reached my door and I felt his warm breath on my neck. I let go a sigh of pleasure. I slipped the key in the door and stepped inside. He followed and closed the door. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed me against the wall. His kiss was firm and passionate. I could feel my nipples harden as he sent tingles all over my body. I pressed into him. I could feel his hardening cock press back on my thigh. My hands travel down his chest to his belt. I began unbuttoning his pants, as he kissed down my neck. I moaned as his lips traveled. His hands caressed my body. I felt his fingertips on the back my thighs. I pushed his trousers down and found what I wanted. He raised me by my thighs and pressed me to the wall. He teased my clit with the head of his cock. He pressed the tip just inside and withdrew again. He continued to play with my clit. I began to shake as I came from his teasing. As my orgasm began to subside, he slowly slid me down the entire length of his cock. I felt every inch as my pussy tightened around him. He moaned deeply as I took all of him in. He slid his cock slowly, deliberately into my drenched pussy. He withdrew to the tip and plunged all the way to the hilt with one movement. He found my nipple with his tongue. He continued to pump my sopping pussy with increasing speed and force. My body began to shutter in time with his as we began to each reach orgasm. I felt his cock explode inside of me. I felt waves of my own orgasm flow over my body. He withdrew from my dripping pussy and wrapped his arms around me. We moved towards the bathroom. He unzipped my dress and it fell to the floor. I began unbuttoning his shirt. I reached over and turned on the shower. He moved close and wrapped his arms around me. His hands began exploring my body. His lips found mine. My fingertips caressed his body. I found his cock and began stroking it back to life. He hardened quickly beneath my fingertips. We stepped into the shower. He turned me around to face the wall. With his hands around my waist, he began kissing my neck and fondling my breasts. His hands slid down my stomach and he began fingering my clit. I arched my back and pressed my ass against his rigid member. He teased my clit with his fingers as I perched my pussy for entering. He pushed the tip into my begging pussy. I rocked backwards trying to push him further inside. He quickly withdrew to taunt me. I wanted him to pound me. I begged him to give it to me. He snickered as he continued to tease me. His fingers contined to explore my clit making me hotter and wetter. I could feel the heat radiating. I pleaded for his cock and with one stroke he gave it to me. I whimpered as I felt his balls smack my clit. He held me tight and hammered me hard. He gave it to me just the way I needed it. Deep and hard. I felt my pussy tighten around his cock like a glove. I felt every inch. I placed my hands on the wall and spread my legs further. I wanted him to have full access to every inch of my body. I wanted to be his sex slave. Anything he wanted to do to me, I would let him. I felt him began to twitch with the beginngs of his orgasm before I knew it his thumb slide over my asshole and before I could protest he slide it in. Every muscle in my body tightened and I felt the orgasm well up inside of me. I began to whimper and scream. He continued to pound my pussy with a force I always desired. I felt a warm blast of cum on my back that sent me over the edge. We rinsed each other off let our hands explorer each other as the water washed over us. We dried off and left the bathroom. I walked into the bedroom and expect that he was going to dress and leave, I was quite surprised when he asked if I wanted him to stay for awhile longer. I glanced down at his hardening cock. I was excited to see he was ready for more. I have never found a man who could keep up with my desire. I sat him down on the bed and fell to my knees in front of him. He ran his fingers through my hair as I took his lovely cock in my mouth. I teased him with my tongue. I took the entire length of his cock into my mouth and wiggled my tongue as I bobbed my head up in town. A little trick I learned from my friend who was an escort. I rubbed my nipples along the shaft of his penis. I knelt down and licked his balls. Gently sucking one into my mouth. I let my nipples rub on his thighs as I swallowed his member. I licked and sucked his dick until it was swollen and purple. He bent forward and his hands encircled my waist. He pulled me from my knees onto his cock. I decided to tease him. I rubbed the tip of his cock over the my wet pussy lips. He moaned as he felt my warmth. He wiggled a little trying to throw me off balance & slip all the way in, but I held my balance. I placed just the tip of his dick inside, he placed his hands on my hips firmly and rolled me onto my back and forced his cock deep inside. I shuddered with the sensation. We contined to make love through the night. I eventually drifted off sleep. When I woke to my alarm, all traces of him were gone as I figured it would be. I hopped in the shower and got ready for the morning's events. I got downstairs to breakfast before the speaker reached the podium. I made a plate of fruit and a crossant with a nice cup of coffee. I sat down as the speaker approached the microphone, I glanced up over my coffeecup. I heard a thick french accent say good morning ladies and gentleman. It was my well dressed gentlman much to my shock and pleasure. My face felt felt warm. I knew I was blushing alittle. We exchanged smiles and he began the meeting. maybe he'll be at the next conference... Black Satin I enter the room and see you seated on the sofa. You are dressed as per my instructions: White silk blouse, a black satin floor length skirt, slit to the thigh, matching jacket, black satin gloves, black seamed stockings, and black high heels. Your face is elegantly made up and your hair falls loosely on your shoulders. I pour two glasses of champagne and give you one. I sit opposite you in the wing chair and sip my wine. We do not speak because there is no need for words. You know what your task is and I know the role I am to play. You rise from the sofa and walk away from me down the room to the window. My eyes follow you, admiring the smooth swell of your bottom as it sways beneath the shiny, black satin of your skirt. You draw open the curtain, letting the light of the room out into the night and the eyes of the night in. You walk back to the couch. Standing beside it you remove your jacket. I gaze at your full breasts, straining under the sheen of heavy white silk. I can just make out your nipples pushing the cloth into sharp points. You turn your back to me and my eyes wander down to your ankles, highlighted by the seams of the sheer nylons. While your back is turned, you slowly unbutton your blouse and push it down your arms. My eyes sweep across your shoulders, down your back and over your ass. You can feel my eyes on you, caressing your flesh. The blouse lands on the couch and you turn, your hands, still in the black gloves covering your breasts. The lacy black bra you are wearing only supports your soft flesh, it does nothing to conceal it. Your palms brush the crinkly tips of your breasts through the bra, teasing the points into a harder state. I can feel that hardness reflected in my own flesh, straining against my clothes. You turn again, concealing your breasts. Your hands go the zipper of your skirt. Drawing it slowly down, the sound of metal teeth loud in the room. You unbutton the waist band and ease the satin gently over your hips. The skirt falls to the floor and you step out of the ring of material. My eyes travel from your ankles up the smooth swell of your legs. I revel in the soft flesh of your thighs above your stocking tops and the sweetness of your ass barely covered by a pair of filmy black panties. They are stretched tight over your butt and I can see the dark crease between your cheeks. You turn and face me, dropping your hands to your sides, posing, one leg slightly forward, your head high, your shoulders back. You are now completely revealed to me but still tantalizingly concealed by the lingerie: The soft mounds of your breasts with the points of the nipples hard and crinkled, expectant, waiting for the touch of a finger, a tongue. The swell of your belly, naked, wanting the touch of flesh. Your pussy, shaven smooth under the panties, the tender lips barely parted and just visible through the transparent cloth. My eyes devour you, probing, memorizing every inch of your flesh. My own flesh hardens in my trousers, wanting the touch of you, knowing that the waiting will be worth every agonizing second. My breath comes more quickly in my throat and I sip champagne, trying to dampen the fire within me. I nod to you and you remove the bra, revealing all of your breasts. You cup them in your hands, teasing the nipples. You squeeze them together, massaging and kneading your own flesh. You each down, and push the panties slowly to the floor. You bend over showing me the firm flesh of your butt, the dark valley and the pouting lips between your thighs. You pose again, more provocatively this time, letting me see more of the treasure between your legs. You stand quietly, displaying yourself to me, one hand gently cupping a breast, your thumb brushing across the erect nipple. You raise your leg and place your foot on the couch. Now I can see between the parted lips of your pussy. The pink tip of your clit is peeking out, glistening in the candlelight. With your other hand you stroke your leg, over the shimmering black nylon and up to the pale flesh of your thigh, moving slowly, savoring the feel of the satin on your skin. You tease yourself, not touching the parted, hairless lips between your legs, massaging the top of your mound instead, then reaching around to grasp your own ass. You slap your ass hard with your hand, the sound echoing in the room. Moving both hands both hands to your breasts, kneading them together, deepening the valley between them, you finally lift them up, showing them off to me. Your tongue slips between your lips and you bend your head forward as your hands lift your breasts even higher. Finally your tongue makes contact with the erect tip of one nipple and I see you shiver with the feeling. I know that you want my tongue and lips in place of your own. You want to feel me holding your tits, squeezing them, lightly biting at the soft tight flesh. You want to feel my tongue lashing at those dark wrinkled tips. You want to feel my mouth sucking the tender weight of you, getting you wet, making you hot. I watch as you work your mouth over your own flesh, moaning softly, your eyes closed. My own mouth is dry, excited at the spectacle of your sensuality. I want to relieve the hot pressure in my flesh but also want desperately to play out this scenario. I don't want it to end too soon, but I am impatient to see the next act. The feelings you are generating in yourself finally overcome you and you slowly sink to sit on the couch. You continue to kiss your own tits as you sit, your legs pushed wide apart, displaying the wet interior of your pussy. You release one breast and trail your fingers slowly down your body, over your chest, your belly, your smooth naked mound and finally to the prize of your soft, open sex. Your fingers pull the lips wider and your other hand reaches down to caress the shiny tip of your clit. When your finger makes contact, your push your hips off of the cushion, straining to increase the feeling of the black satin on the seat of your pleasure. You rub slowly and whine deep in your throat. Your body starts to shake and you move your ass up and down on the couch as your finger rubs over your clit. The first orgasm is quick, intense and not complete. You moan with frustration and immediately start to caress yourself again. You insert two fingers, still in the black gloves into the tight hole between your legs. Your other hand working at your pearly bud, pulling it, tweaking, rubbing. Your head thrashes back and forth, your mouth open. Little sounds come from you as you strive for your cum. Another finger is pushed into your canal and you fuck yourself hard with your own hand. I am excited by this display, even more so than I was. Desperate now, I release my cock from my pants, afraid that the friction of my clothes will trigger my own release. The tip of my cock strains upward, shiny with pre cum. The air is cool on it and I keep myself from grasping the shaft. I know that if I do I will shoot my seed in two quick strokes. I watch as you again climb towards your pinnacle. Your fingers pushing deep into your pussy, your thumb a blur on your button. I am riveted by the sight of you exciting yourself, fucking yourself, opening yourself to me. At last your breath becomes ragged, you push another finger into yourself and you pinch your clit hard between your fingers. A high wail comes from your throat and your hips rise again from the couch, moving against your thrusting hand. You cum, your orgasm at last fulfilling you and you slump back. You continue to touch yourself, but gently now, soothingly. Slowly your hand is removed from your pussy, the fingers shining with your moisture. I move from my chair, my cock still hard, pushing through the fly of my pants. I take your hand and suck your sweet moisture from the fingers of your black satin glove. My mouth sucks your fingers, my tongue never ceasing to move over the satin elegance of your glove. I taste the juices of your sex, mingled with the perfume that you earlier dabbed on the soft skin of your groin. You reach up to catch my cock, but I'm too fast for you and hold fast to your wrist. You sigh in frustration, your eyes pleading, wanting to hold the hard flesh protruding from my trousers. I step back and unbuckle my belt, allowing my pants to fall to the floor. Now I am wearing only black silk briefs. The waistband is pulled down and rests under my balls, pulling them up, causing my prick to point upwards. You open your mouth, the tip of your tongue brushing across your scarlet painted lips. You are about to speak. I stop you, placing the tip of my finger on your lips. I sit at the end of the couch and face you, one foot resting on the cushion. You turn and mirror my position, opening your center up to me once more. I can smell your musky scent and see the glint of viscous excitement on your swollen pussy lips. I reach into the end table. Your eyes widen when I remove a dildo from the drawer. It is not an anatomical replica, but a stylized cock. It could pass for a piece of modern sculpture in one of the more daring galleries. The silicone is smooth and black, the tip vaguely mushroom shaped, the base widening so the whole thing can sit on a table, and there are ridges running from the base to the tip. Reaching into the drawer again I take out a tube of lubricant. I squeeze the clear gel over the dildo, then over my own cock. I hand you the silicone replica. I stare at the parted lips of your pussy and then at the plastic you hold. Your eyes ask me if this is what I want. I nod. Tentatively you spread the soft, shaven lips between your legs, and place the tip of the surrogate cock at the entrance. I grasp the tip of my own organ and draw the skin up and down. I watch as you slowly push the dildo inside yourself. Your eyes close and you sigh, the walls of your canal spreading to accommodate the intruder. As you push it in, you rotate it, caressing every inch of your interior with the cool thickness. Finally the dildo is in your pussy as far as it will go. You let go of it and proceed to rub your clit with your glove clad fingers. The picture you present to me is exciting, sensual, kinky. I want to see you cum again from your own efforts. You become hotter, your fingers caressing and pulling your clit and you grasp the base of the dildo again. Your hips arch up off the smooth leather of the couch, straining to increase the depth of contact. Slowly you stroke the sleek replica in and out, savoring the fullness. I am fascinated and run my hand up and down my own flesh. I am aching for you, wanting to plunge inside. I long to feel your velvety lips sucking me into you, the black nylon stockings rubbing my legs, the weight of your luscious breasts filling my hands and mouth. I yearn to thrust deeply into your welcoming canal, fucking you. However, we are going to play this fantasy to the end. Each of us will satisfy ourselves, by ourselves, only observing the other, finding our pleasures vicariously. Slowly you increase the rhythm of your strokes, plunging the warming plastic into your juicy slit, seesawing it up and down to contact the hot button at the top. Your fingers spread the plump lips, allowing me to see the lewd spectacle in full detail. My own hand is hot on the stretched skin of my shaft, my fingers grasping and pulling. I can feel the heat building in my scrotum, as my own peak approaches. I slow, wanting to explode but also wanting to prolong the rising warmth. Your eyes narrow and watch my hand as I watch you. You have almost reached your own pinnacle. You writhe and twist on the cool leather, one hand roaming over your sexy body, kneading, caressing, pinching. The other hand pushing the dildo deep into your heated sex. The scent of lust rises from us both: Musky, raw, tangy. Our strokes speed up, and you begin to moan, deep in your throat. I also am moaning now, wanting to see you climax for me, wanting to release my own orgasm. Our hands are a blur, our hips rising, thrusting at the other. Your head thrashes on the black leather, and you are in the throes of your orgasm. Your scream of release is loud in the quiet room. I feel the blood rush to my head and grasp my balls with one hand, kneading and fingering them. My other hand grips the shaft of my penis. We both watch as my cum spurts from the end of my cock, splashing milky beads on the couch. My breath is ragged and I groan at the hot intensity of my climax. You giggle, lean forward and scoop some onto your hand, then gently rub the pearly liquid into your still erect nipples. You slowly remove the dildo from the tight haven of your pussy and hand it to me. I run my hand along the shaft catching your moisture in my palm. Then I lick the viscous fluid, tasting the residue of your lust. We gaze at each other, contemplating our bodies and our pleasure, knowing that this was a fantasy fulfilled for each of us. We rise and dress, still looking and savoring the other's body. Finally dressed, we stand together and kiss for the first time. We are satisfied, complete. And we know that more delights await us another time. Black Satin Stilettos There are fifteen candles strategically placed throughout the room, one for every year they have been together. They lie on the bed, side by side. Their fingers are laced together and are wedged between their two steaming bodies. Beads of perspiration glisten upon his chest hair. He is naked and she is out of breath, but she is never completely naked. Her black stockings and black satin stiletto high heels are still in place. They are always in place. With only the light that is available in the room, she plays with his senses by leaving one knee slightly raised. She likes to share the view of her shapely leg, the leg that ends with that black satin stiletto high heel. She knows it's the black satin stiletto high heel that makes his cock throb and grow and want her so much. What he doesn't know about that five inch high heel is how much it turns her on to know that he likes it. He doesn't know how much it turns her on to slowly pull that stocking up, straighten the seam, and latch the garter on to it. He doesn't know how much it turns her on to know that he will be turned on just by seeing her legs standing upon those five inch black satin stiletto high heels. He doesn't know that she can be turned on just by the thought of his hand upon her silken knee and the thought of his hand exploring the inside of her bare thigh. He doesn't know how wet her pussy will be when his fingers lightly stroke her, for it was just an hour ago as she showered when she had those very thoughts. He doesn't know that she touched herself where she imagined he would touch her and the sensations rose from her thighs to her breasts to her nipples. He doesn't know how much she anticipates the very sight of his long and lean, naked body standing in her bedroom. He doesn't realize if she touches his growing manhood that it sends a hot sensation throughout her body. She can only think about how wonderful it feels to have him inside of her. She can't wait to have his member between her legs as he guides it gently inside her and that's what takes her breath away, every time, every single time they make love. That first invasion of her very private parts captivates not only her vagina, but a flush takes over her entire torso. It's a sensation she can feel down to her knees and it travels all the way down to her perfectly pedicured toes that show through the peep holes of those black satin stiletto high heels. During the last decade, they have learned to compromise about each other's likes and dislikes. She knows he likes to watch. But, she is turned off by too much light in the room and turned on by the scent of orange blossoms and the dancing light of the candles flickering on the ceiling. She knows that he is turned on by high heels, the higher the better and she knows that it helps to narrow the gap between their heights of five foot and six foot. He doesn't know that those black satin stilettos make her feel a little more domineering when she wears them, too. He doesn't know that the stiletto high heels make her want to push him over onto the bed and bite the inside of his thigh while her hand is stroking his hard cock. He doesn't know how fascinated she is with the whole concept of his growing erection. She wonders if she really caused it to become stiff, or did he make it happen? She smiles within herself to think that it might be all of her doing and nothing he can control. There's a barrette on the pillow next to her head that used to hold her hair back away from her face and now her hair is flipped up and over her shoulders. As she twists her hair into a knot, she realizes one earring is also missing. She has a flash back of when his lips were there near her ear and he had whispered, "I love it when you wear those shoes for me." She can't figure out how he gets the earring removed. She is still trying to catch her breath, the breath that he had sucked from her lips just moments ago. She's on fire from the passion that just took place. There's just enough light in the room for him to see that her nipples are still hard and erect from the many orgasms she just experienced. She has full breasts and one has spilled out over her arm onto his well-developed bicep. It was just moments ago that they were locked in a kiss. Her hand was on his hard dick, stroking it gently as he finger fucked her until she clenched his hand between her legs. He knew she had just had her first orgasm of the night but he didn't know that she was waiting for his tongue to reach her clit. She reached for his cock and lowered her head upon it, licking the tip, flicking her tongue, and running a circle around it. She took all of it into her pretty little mouth, her red lipstick leaving its mark on its shaft. He doesn't know what a wonderful feeling it is for her to have a part of him inside of her. Whether his cock is in her mouth or buried deep in her pussy, it's a phenomenal rush because it's an invasion of her space that she protects at all times, except when she is with him. He is the only one she lets into that space, for he is the only one she allows to go beyond her walls and enter her. Unconsciously, he squeezes her hand and thinks, what a good fuck she is—one of the best he's ever experienced. How can he just get up and leave her laying there? But, he has to go home. His wife will wonder where he's been and who he's been with for the past two hours. He can't possibly tell her he's been with the love of his life, the one who makes him weak in his knees, the one who gives him an erection just by hearing her voice on the phone, the one who gives him the best blowjobs on the face of the earth. She returns the squeeze of his hand and raises it to her lips and kisses it gently saying, "Thanks, Danny, you're such a good fuck, and you always leave me breathless." What he doesn't know is that he always leaves her wanting more—more of his time, more of his touch, more of his kisses, and one more orgasm. She's still waiting for the one that makes her scream out loud and the one that makes her moan with ecstasy. In fifteen years, she can't remember that one orgasm that put her right over the edge. She knows that it is because she still waits for his ultimate commitment to her and to her alone. She knows that she shares him with another, but still waits for him to make the move, the move to being committed to her. He goes to the bathroom to clean up the lingering cum and the scent of her pussy. It's from that room he says loud enough for her to hear, "Gail, I'm sorry, I've gotta go. My old lady will be home in just a little while. I wish I could stay longer. I'd like to do you, again. Maybe next week I can work out something and we can be together longer." She knows it will never happen, but somehow, she is okay with it. He never has enough time or never arranges for there to be enough time to be together longer. After fifteen years she's grown to realize that this relationship is not only his affair, but it is hers, as well. After all, she also has a family that she hides from for their secret rendezvous. He doesn't realize how completely happy she is while he is with her. Just one discreet phone call in the middle of day sends her heart fluttering and one unplanned sighting in an unplanned location makes her palms sweat. She is always thrilled to see him. Always. Danny will return to Gail's bedroom and it will probably be next week, but he will never stay any longer than he normally stays. He has his life and she has hers and together it's the excitement of this affair that keeps their passion for each other alive. It's the thrill of seeing each other's naked bodies, the touch of their hands and the feel of their lips upon each other that makes them so aroused, so alive. Of course, it's the black satin stiletto high heels that start it off for both of them, because it's not only a fetish for him, it's a fetish for her, as well. You can't have great sex without them. Next week, Gail will carefully unpack her black satin stiletto high heels, again. She will find the shoes that were carefully wrapped week after week in tissue, and then placed inside a pink satin bag that she returned to their original box and pushed to the back of the closet. She will slowly pull on her black silk stockings, hook them to the black lace garter belt, step into those black satin stiletto high heels, and greet him at the door with a drink in each hand—one for him and one for her. His eyes will take in the whole greeting, but his eyes will stop at the black satin stiletto high heels. His cock will grow inside his pants, for it is the black satin stiletto high heels that turn him on. From the doorway, he will already be anticipating the feel of the black satin stiletto high heel against his skin, against his hardened cock. He will already picture his pre-cum oozing down that long pointed heel as she lies on her back on the bed and he finger fucks her with one hand and she will rub the magic shoe up and down the shaft of his penis until it's almost ready to explode. But, next week when they enter the bedroom, there will be a birthday cake on the nightstand for him. There will be no scented candles in the room next week. The sixty candles on top of his birthday cake should give him plenty of light to see what he needs to see—the black satin stiletto high heels. That much light in the room will also give him perfect vision to count the wrinkles around her fifty-five year old blue eyes, but he already knows they are there, and he doesn't care, because right at that moment, it will be all about the shoes—those black satin stiletto high heels. She wants everything to be perfect and uninterrupted from any kind of annoyance next week. She will draw the drapes, turn off the ringer on the phone, and lock the door behind him. She will even go so far as to be sure there is a new roll of toilet paper in the bathroom before he arrives. In anticipation of other annoyances that could happen, with her desire for perfection, she will drag out the step stool before his arrival and climb upon it in those black satin stiletto high heels to remove the battery from the smoke alarm. Happy birthday, Danny! ***** I thank you for reading my story and I also want to thank Lee for all of your advice. Please take one more second to cast a vote. Comments are always welcomed. I am Yours SINSerely, Babs