Black Stockings

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Black Stockings

She heard him unlock the door to her apartment. She’d dropped off her key that afternoon, telling him to stop by after ten. This was not his first time at her place, but they'd never talked about exchanging keys, much less offer one. It was a new development, one to be taken slowly.

They'd met a few months ago through friends. Neither were looking for a relationship or a change in relationship status, but there was no denying they clicked. They met for conversation and sex, brilliant and erotic, always varied and, more often than not, a test to their stamina.


She’d been planning this night since he’d told her. She knew what he liked, what turned him on, but this was new, and she wanted to explore it. He was in the foyer - waiting for her, probably. He’d see her note to join her in her bedroom when he hung his coat on the wall rack.  She was there, on the bed, waiting for him. She heard him walking down the hall.

She arranged herself on the bed, propped up against headboard with pillows behind and around her. She was wearing nothing except the black, silk thigh high stockings with a thick band of lace at the top.  Her one leg was bent while the other was stretched out. One hand was gently stroking her pussy and the other tweaking her nipples; she knew exactly the picture she presented to him as he opened the door and stood in the doorway.

He stood motionless; his eyes raked her body, from her smiling eyes to her busy hands, but they soon fixed on her legs, and the air in her bedroom stilled. She dropped her hands, letting them fall to the bed as his eyes followed the stockings from the tips of her toes to the inches of pale thigh above their lace edging. His erection strained against his slack.

"Hi baby," she said softly. She didn't want to disturb him; he stare was intense, and he was breathing heavily. He said nothing as he began undressing, purposefully tugging his shirt from inside his jeans and pulling it over his head. He stood there, slim and bare chested, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. His eyes never wavered as his hands went for the buttons on his jeans. He shucked them off, taking his socks and shoes with them, leaving him in the middle of her bedroom, wearing black silk boxers and the biggest hard on she'd ever seen.

She raised her leg, pointing her toes at him.

He immediately closed the distance, taking her foot delicately in his hand, pressing his nose into the arch of her foot and inhaling deeply. He rubbed his cheek along the ball of her foot. Lowering her foot slightly he began kissing her toes. As he licked, swirling his tongue around and between the toes before putting them in his mouth and sucking on them, she became wetter and wetter. This is what he'd whispered hotly in her ear as he'd been fucking her senseless two weeks ago, the suggestion that she wear them.

Looking up at him holding her foot gently in his hands, his fingers wrapped around the heel and his lips moving over her toes was almost her undoing. While she still could, she removed her toes from his mouth and placed her foot at the base of his neck. She let her foot fall down his chest slowly, the wet silk causing bumps to rise on his skin. He closed his eyes and shivered, and when he opened his eyes again, they locked on her face. He stood there as her foot reached his cock, and as she traced him with her toes through all the silk, he thrust against her.

She lowered her foot to the bed and he laid down on top of her, covering her. He pressed his chest to hers, and his smooth skin felt hot on her breasts. He kissed her deeply, his tongue thrusting and parrying with hers, licking her, sucking her bottom lip. He moaned into her mouth when she wrapped her legs around his.

Hours later while he was in the shower then heading to the kitchen for the late supper tray she'd prepared for them, she laid haphazardly on the bed, unable to to exert any more energy than necessary for breathing. A ridiculously pleased smile was plastered on her face.

He'd been insatiable. He'd rolled onto his back, and in one smooth motion had her kneeling above him. He brought his mouth to her pussy and began licking, and she had to lean forward and grasp the headboard for support. He hooked his arms around her legs from behind and grasped her hips, pulling her down to his face. He fucked her with his tongue while his hands ran beneath the tops of her stockings. She came violently, shaking and  crying out softly, and still, he lapped at her.

He eased her bottom back onto his stomach than sat up, continuing to move up and over her until she was on her back with her head resting against the foot board. He removed his briefs and knelt in front of her. He brought her feet to his cock and pressed them close together as he pushed his cock between them. He grunted softly. She concentrated on keeping her legs lifted high enough as he set his rhythm, rubbing her feet and ankles. He came suddenly, his breath catching in the back of his throat, saying her name in a whispered prayer, and she felt the hot mess soaking through her stockings, running down her arches to her heels.

He fell forward and her legs were splayed wide to welcome him. He laid there for long moments, catching his breath and kissing her skin; her chin, her cheeks, her lips and neck.They rolled around in the bed again until she was once again on top of him. She kissed her way down his chest and stomach, over his hips to his wet cock. She licked and kissed her way up and down his still-hard cock, cleaning him, enjoying the taste of him on her tongue.

He indulged himself of her feet and stocking again, this time taking care to slowly roll the stockings down her legs, kissing  and sucking on her exposed flesh. While he draped the stockings carefully the Queen Anne chair he noticed the bottle of moisturizing cream. She laid on her stomach and watched him linger over the stockings, and smiled. She put her head down to rest a moment and did not see him grab the bottle.

When she felt the cool lotion hit her back she jumped slightly, but moaned and sunk into the bed as he began rubbing the lotion into her skin. She giggled as he moved further down her back to her bottom. She moaned softly when his fingers ran down the cleft of her ass, playing with her, teasing her, sliding his finger closer and closer to her small, tight hole.  She was curious when he moved lower, but his hands softly kneading her thighs and calves removed all thoughts from her brain. She shut down everything and just enjoyed the feeling of his hands on her body.

When he reached her feet, she was near dozing. His soft, strong fingers gently ran over her toes, her arch and instep and heel.  He treated each foot equally, and she smiled in satisfaction at how well the evening turned out. She let a soft gasp escape when she felt his hard cock running over the soles of her feet. He was rubbing himself against them. Her toes brushed his balls, and she heard his low moan. She moved her foot experimentally, and when he growled, "Baby," she was encouraged.

She let him set the pace; after all, this was for his pleasure, to satisfy him. He moved slowly at first, testing, finding what he liked and what he did not. Soon he was moving faster and harder, squeezing her feet together and once more thrusting his impossibly hard length between them, fucking her feet. She shoved her hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit, thrusting her cunt into her hand in time with his thrusts against her feet. And then he stopped, and grabbing her by her waist, flipped her over. He replaced her hand with his own, playing with her expertly, knowing just how to bring her to the edge. As she cried out his name, he leaned down to lap at her cunt with his tongue, catching her warm liquid with his tongue. Cleaning her, drinking her in.

When she calmed, he straddled her and rubbed his cock between her breasts. She smiled deliciously. It had been a while since he'd fucked her tits, but they quickly found their rhythm.  He was hot and wonderfully hard. His cock slid against her skin easily, slick as he was with lotion. In a few minutes he was coming for the second time, splashing his cum across her breasts and her throat.

He slid down her body, pressing his chest against her once more, kissing her softly while they tried to catch their breaths. He pushed her hair back from her face tenderly and met her gaze.

"Thank you, baby," he said softly.

She smiled and whispered, "You're welcome, my baby."

"I'm gonna grab a quick shower, babe." He paused and chuckled softly. "You okay?"

She smiled and nodded, her eyes feeling heavy. He kissed her again and climbed off the bed. He reached for the stockings before heading to the door, wrapping them around his hand and walked naked towards the bathroom.  Looking back, she laughed at the pleased look on his face.

Oh yeah, she thought as she waited for him to return, we'll do that again.

Tomorrow, I'm buying a drawer-full of thigh highs.