I was barely awake when I felt Kelly roll out of bed. The alarm was a distant irritation, quickly silenced by an accurately aimed finger stabbing the shutoff button. She sighed as she trod sleepily out of the bedroom. I rolled on my side and pulled the blankets around me, curling myself up in them, smiling as I realized I could still sleep for several delicious hours.
My sleepy brain faded in and out of consciousness as my lady primped and prettied herself for work. I had just begun to nod off again for about the third time when I heard the phone ring. Kelly picked it up even before the second ring, presumably not wanting it to wake me. However, I was awake enough to realize that the phone ringing at that hour was not a usual thing, and it could mean a problem. Some deep, paranoid part of myself prodded me instantly awake, and I tumbled groggily out of bed and headed for the kitchen, assuming that Kelly would not have been able to answer the living room phone quite so quickly.
Shambling zombie-like toward the sound of my love's sweet voice, I saw Kelly indeed on the kitchen phone, her back to me, one hand holding the receiver to her ear, the other firmly planted on her hip. Amidst all the "uh-huh"s and "okay"s and "I see"s, I couldn't help but admire my beautiful lady. Apparently I'd slept through her morning hygiene and fashion ritual, for she was already completely dressed and ready to face the screaming adolescent creatures she tried valiantly to impart wisdom to five days a week.
Beneath glowing yellow hair that cascaded playfully down to the middle of her back, a soft, silky blouse flowed from her shoulders to her slim waist, where it was met by a billowy green skirt that tastefully fell to a couple of inches above the knee, showing off a good portion of her shapely legs. As my eyes traced a path from knees to ankles, I saw that those luscious legs were tightly encased in sheer, smoke-colored stockings which had slid themselves elegantly into a pair of black, backless, four inch slides. Those breathtaking stockings were so ultra sheer that they just barely imparted their smoky hue to my lady's radiant flesh, with a tantalizing seam that ran all the way up the back of her legs until it made its escape beneath her skirt.
As she spoke on the phone, Kelly slowly slipped first one foot, then the other, out of her high-heeled slides in an effort to comfort her feet as she talked. I noted with increasing interest the reinforced heels and toes of that mesmerizing hosiery, and the seams that joined them. I can't tell you how enjoyable it was just standing there admiring Kelly's legs, their sexiness enhanced by those intriguing stockings.
Entranced as I was, I failed to notice that Kelly's phone conversation had come to its conclusion. The only reason I became aware of this fact at all was because the titillating seam I'd been admiring suddenly disappeared from view, to be replaced by Kelly's always attractive knees and the smooth front of her calves.
I jolted my attention upward to my lady's pretty face, upon which was stamped a quizzical look. Realizing that I'd been caught staring at her legs, I found myself - for no apparent reason other than feeling like a kid caught raiding the cookie jar - becoming slightly embarrassed and trying to divert her attention from my ogling.
"What was that all about, hon?" I asked, thinking I'd escaped with my dignity.
"Well, apparently there's been a water pipe break at the school. Part of the main floor is flooded, and they've decided to close the school for today until it can be fixed," she replied, still looking at me oddly.
"Awww...poor baby," I kidded, "no work today. I'm sure you're crushed."
"Very funny," she said, "and here I am all dressed. I wish they'd called sooner, and I could've just rolled over and gone back to sleep."
"Well, let's..." I began... but then it came.
"Oh, and what's wrong with my legs?" she interrupted.
"Wrong with your legs?" I bumbled, realizing I'd been snagged, "Nothing. There's never anything wrong with your legs. They're as gorgeous as ever."
"Then why were you staring at them like that? I know you like my legs, but you were practically drooling over them. So, what's up?"
I knew I'd been caught, but I tried to make light of it, throw off suspicion....why, I don't know, "Well, I've just never seen you wear stockings like that. What are you trying to do to those poor schoolboys...drive them all insane?"
"What do you mean?" she sounded offended, "this is a very tasteful outfit."
"Well, yeah, Kel....but....I mean....those hot legs of yours are dangerous enough, but in those stockings? C'mon, you know teenage boys are nothing but walking hormones looking for a dumpoff point. If you so much as crossed your legs during class in those hose, several young lads would need CPR."
"Well, I'm flattered for that assessment, Mr. Protector of Misguided Youth. I know I usually wear more...tame....stockings, but I just felt it was time for a change. I saw these while I was shopping yesterday and I just had to have them. I wanted to live a little. I mean, they're not fishnets or anything. I don't think they look trampy."
"Whoa! Slow down, hon. They're lovely, no doubt about it. I was just worried for those poor hormone carriers, that's all."
"Ohhhh, no..." she waved a stern finger at me, the jig apparently up, "I saw the way you were looking at my legs, darlin'. You're not worried about me corrupting young boys. You were drooling over these stockings yourself, weren't you? C'mon, admit it."
I could feel the warmth as it crept along my cheeks, making them rosy with embarrassment. And as soon as that happened, Kelly knew she had me.
"Aha! I thought so! So, Mr.Protector....you are the one getting all hot from these stockings." Then her tone went from victorious to sultry. "You like these stockings, sweetie?" she said with a teasing grin, turning her body in a half circle to let me see the sides and backs of her calves. When I saw that seam again, my eyes followed it from heel to skirt hem once more, gliding up and down it's silky length.
"Oh my....I guess you really do like these stockings," her voice was sticky sweet, laced with seduction.
Turning completely around, with her back once more to me, she slowly raised her skirt, showing me ever more of that enticing seam. I watched awestruck as she slowly lifted her skirt, my pulse beginning to race and beads of sweat competing in a downhill race from my forehead to my chin.
Not only had Kelly worn the sexiest hose I'd seen her wear...ever...but for some reason on this momentous morning she had even eschewed her usual pantyhose in favor of actual stockings. When she raised her skirt high enough for me to see the reinforced support band, I nearly swallowed my tongue. If my eyes had been any more bulging, I'd have looked like a Tex Avery cartoon character....and only the "Boi-oi-oiing" sound effect would have been missing.
Wiggling her behind back and forth to add to my torture, Kelly looked back to see my expression. She obviously liked what she saw very much. As I stood there clad only in my briefs, my appreciation of her legs in the sheer nylon was obvious. I blushed and tried to turn away, lowering my hands self-consciously to try to cover up the embarrassing bulge. I started to walk away, willing my straining member to calm down.
I hadn't gotten far before Kelly was cooing out to me, "Where ya goin, hon? Don't you want to see more? It sure looks like you do."
When I turned to look at her, the grin on her face was purely evil, lecherous...and it made my blood boil. I forgot my feeble attempts to hide my interest, and took my hands away from my crotch, making no further attempt to conceal the growing erection there. My heart seemed to be skipping beats with uncomfortable regularity, and my breathing had become somewhat erratic. I recognized the symptoms. I was horny as hell.
Kelly knew I was hers for the taking. Facing me, she hiked her skirt up high, showing me the totality of both her sensational legs, and the silky black panties that shielded her treasure. Then she dropped the skirt slowly back down and walked over to me like a sultry femme fatale. Grabbing my hand in hers she said, "Well, you little stocking admirer, I don't have to go anywhere now. It would be such a shame to waste these soft, silky stockings, now wouldn't it?"
The confining briefs were getting more and more uncomfortable. And this was exacerbated when Kelly used her free hand to rub the front of them, squeezing that bulge playfully. Still holding my hand and rubbing my crotch, she leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "You know these stockings climb almost all the way up my thighs, right? Way up nice and high...not too far from my panties, in fact. I'll bet you'd just love a much closer look, wouldn't you, sweetie?"
My response was immediate and confirmatory, though probably sounding more like babytalk, or even gibberish. It wasn't what I said that pleased Kelly so much as the firmness she felt when she pressed her body against mine.
"Mmmm....I guess you're really glad to see me, aren't you, honey? C'mon, lover...I think it's time you saw these sexy nylons up close."
She took me by the hand into the living room. Backing me up against one of the two plush TV chairs, she embraced me tightly, kissing my lips with small pecks, but letting her tongue flick between my lips now and again. Then she gently sucked on my lips...savoring them...while her hand again found it's way to the tent forming at my groin.
She backed me against the chair, lifting one leg and rubbing her nyloned thigh up and down my naked one, rubbing it all the way up to just above my waist. She continued this throughout her kisses, which became more and more forceful and wanton. I was loving this immensely, when suddenly her warm, moist lips pulled away from mine. While I reeled from the loss of those succulent lips, she took advantage by putting her hands on my chest and pushing me hard backwards, thrusting me into the chair.
"Now, you naughty, naughty boy....I'm going to teach you to stare at my legs and say terrible things about the way I dress...and accuse me of trying to entice little boys. By the time I'm done with you, I'm going to have you pleading and begging to kiss my stockinged legs. And you'll have to work very hard to please me, to earn the pleasures I have in store for you. Now that I know you have a fondness...or is it a weakness?...for my nylon-covered legs, I'm going to use that to drive you insane. That is.....after I break you."
Her smile was wicked. Her eyes twinkled with merciless thoughts and plans. And as she licked her sultry, succulent lips, I was harder than ever.
Kelly leaned over me, leering down at me. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I was pretty sure that no matter what it was, I was definitely going to like it. So, I grinned dumbly back up at her, waiting for her wicked plans to come to fruition.
She bent down and grabbed my head in her hands, planting a rough kiss on my mouth...a full, hard kiss that sucked the air from me. As she pulled back, up came one of those sexy, nylon covered legs. By the time her foot had nestled itself in the soft cushion of the chair, she had already kicked off her sexy high-heeled slide and I neither saw nor heard its removal. That now shoeless foot ended up next to my left buttock on the seat cushion. I was sunk down so far into that cushion from Kelly's shove that her smoke-colored, silken knee was just about even with my chin. The sheer nylon was so close to my face that I could even smell it. It was delightful...sensual...erotic. I stared at the gossamer material and my heart pounded. My eyes caressed the nylon from ankle, to calf, to knee, to thigh, the pounding of my heart increasing with each delicious inch my eyes embraced. When I gazed above the support band, I saw her lightly tanned thigh. And then I realized with glee that I could see well up her skirt...and the view riveted me. The skirt hid - just barely - the silky black panties I'd glimpsed earlier. My pulse raced.
Eagerly, my hands reached out to caress either side of that nylon-covered thigh, slowly rubbing from thigh down to calf and ankles, then back up. I was entranced by the silken sensuality of it, rubbing slowly up and down that awesome leg. While I was busy fondling that smooth leg, suddenly Kelly lifted her foot from the cushion and plopped it unceremoniously into my lap. The movement startled me from my nylon worship and I looked up at her. I had been so mesmerized by that luscious limb that I never even noticed Kelly removing her blouse and bra. When I looked up, I saw her full, round breasts staring back at me, nipples taut. All she now wore was her skirt, panties and stockings. The blood pounding in my temples was almost deafening. What a sight she was! She literally took my breath away!
Kelly first played with her nipples, for my benefit, then reached out one hand to stroke the back of my neck. Her fingers tightened on the nape of my neck and drew my head forward, pushing my mouth against her knee.
"Kiss the pretty nylon," she said in a sultry whisper that sent a shiver along my entire spine.
I kissed that silken knee, my lips reveling in the sheer silkiness of it, my nostrils filled with the scent of nylon. My hands still played along calf and thigh as I adored the offered knee.
"I'll bet it tastes delicious," Kelly cooed, adding, "why not give it a few licks?"
My tongue popped out of my mouth without any urging from me. It took on its own life and began licking Kelly's knee. That knee has always been delicious under any circumstances, but the taste of it encased in sheer nylon was intoxicating. I sighed as my tongue enjoyed the unique flavor, my eyes closed in rapture.
When my eyes opened, they noticed a new joy to occupy them while my tongue lapped nylon. Kelly was leaning over now, her lush, naked breasts directly in front of me, the right one resting gently on the thigh just above the knee I was licking, mere inches from my tongue. The left breast dangled alongside her thigh, the nipple hard and taunting.
Kelly giggled, "Your panting is making my cleavage tickle, sweetie. I think you're paying way too much attention to my chest and not enough to my stocking. Proper adoration is a must, you know." She ran her finger along my cheek and smiled wickedly at me, deliberately fondling her dangling breast and playing with the nipple.
"Oh, I can't be cruel to my little stocking fiend," she said with a hint of that very cruelty, "c'mon....here....have some of this."
Kelly leaned forward as far as she could, moving her foot from my crotch to the juncture of my thigh and hip. Her breasts burst into my face, nipples eager for attention. I grabbed one breast with my right hand, my mouth hungrily devouring it, while my other hand continued to caress the smooth, silky nylon of Kelly's thigh. My fingers explored nylon covered thigh and soft, luscious breast, while lips and tongue savored her large, pink nipple. If I was to die, then this would be my idea of Heaven.
As both hands reached up to capture and enjoy both breasts, Kelly slipped her foot back into my groin, rubbing the erection she felt there beneath her nyloned foot. Her toes pressed the engorged head and shaft through my shorts, working up and down its length slowly and deliberately. As I sucked and licked her breasts like a hungry pup, she stroked me with her foot. I was sure I was going to come right there in my shorts!
But such was not Kelly's plan. I was so into her lush, tasty globes, that when she suddenly pulled away from me and abruptly stood up, I was lost....my mind searching for reasons as my hands searched for her flesh. I looked up at her, my eyes brimming with disappointment. She simply stood there smiling, hands on hips, almost gloating down at me. And then...then....she turned and walked away! My heart not only sank, but skipped several beats along the way. My tongue still lolled out of my mouth, hungry for more; my hands still groped for her charms.
She walked slowly across the room, toward the other chair. Her hips swayed with exaggerated sensuality, her sexy bottom bouncing tantalizingly with each step. Stopping and standing still for a moment, bending slightly and quickly flashing me by lifting her skirt, she looked back at me as she teased. She then bent down further and ran her hand up one leg, tracing the stocking seam from the back of her heel up her calf and thigh all the way to the support band, agonizingly, erotically slowly.
Then, in a whirl of motion, she turned around to face me - still sitting dumbfounded in my chair - and dropped herself into the other chair with a loud poof of air rushing from the lucky cushion. She sat back seductively, draping one leg over the arm of the chair, her calf and foot dangling over the side. Smiling a broad, lecherous smile, she held out one hand, her index finger giving me that "come hither" curl. Licking her lips, she purred a simple, "Here boy," and I broke all land speed records climbing out of my own chair and sprinting across the room. She laughed heartily at my eagerness.
"Kneel down right there," she said, pointing to a spot directly in front of the chair - but several feet from it - and exactly midway between her knees. She rubbed her thighs slowly with her fingertips and eyed me greedily as I knelt down in front of her. I noticed her eyes dart down to the crotch of my shorts, which brought a wide grin from her sultry lips.
"Now, dear boy....I'm going to give you an extremely large taste of nylon. Your tongue on my knee was just the tip of the iceberg. There is so much more nylon to be savored, don't you agree?"
I nodded dumbly, my eyes locked on legs and nylons, and trying to probe upward to where those thighs met.
Kelly held straight out the leg that was not resting on the arm of the chair, showing me the starting point of the hose seam. She showed me the sole of her foot, with the cross seam that ran along the tips of her toes, and the seam perpendicular to it that ran the length of her sole, from the middle of her toes to her heel. From there, a small space, then the seam continued its lucky trip up the back of her calf and thigh to the reinforced band that held the entire lovely thing in place. For emphasis, she placed her finger on each part of the seam and traced it all the way up her leg. Her voice shattered my hypnotic state.
"Since you seem to enjoy my stockings so much, I want you to do something for me," that honey-dipped voice seared into my brain, "I want to feel your lips and tongue caressing their way up the entire length of my stocking seam, starting right there at my toes and kissing and licking their way all the way up to here," she again traced a path up the seam, her finger finally stopping at the support band. "Would you like that?" she asked, already knowing the answer. All I could do was nod like a drunken jester. I didn't seem to have enough breath for words.
She sat back comfortably in the chair, folding her arms behind her head. She looked me directly in the eyes and flexed and wiggled her foot. "You may begin anytime now," she teased, pleased with herself.
She had gauged the spot where she wanted me to sit perfectly. Her outstretched leg placed her wiggling foot directly in front of me...less than a foot from my chin. As she wiggled and twisted her foot teasingly, I noticed just how sheer the nylon was, for I could see each pink, painted toenail almost as clearly as if no nylon covered it at all, except when the movement of her toes brought the slightly thicker seam over them. And every wrinkle in her sole when she scrunched her toes was clearly visible through the flimsy material. I marveled at how utterly sheer and sexy nylon could be.
I held her foot by the heel as if it were fragile and might break at any moment. I pulled those wiggling toes to my lips and kissed gently along the seam, from her tiniest toe to the largest. I kissed back and forth across those toes several times, my lips delighting in the feel of the seam. I then followed this with my tongue licking along the seam, which elicited delightfully amused giggles from Kelly. So, of course, I licked a bit longer, knowing she was getting a kick out of it. And even though the nylon was ultra sheer, my tongue still tingled from the minuscule nooks and crannies of the fabric's weave as it glided along. But it was a most delicious tingle indeed.
"Oh, you must really like my stockings to kiss and lick my toes like that. Keep it up, hon...it's just dreamy."
After playing her toe game for a while, I then worked my lips and tongue along the sole seam, and my mustache must have tickled her somewhat because she giggled and wiggled her foot the entire time my mouth worked that sole. I didn't mind at all kissing and licking Kelly's foot, because to me every inch of her is a beautiful work of art, deserving of whatever attention pleases her. So, kissing that tempting seam was not a problem...not at all...no matter where that seam might have dared to venture.
I lifted her leg up above my head and began my upward oral trek. I kissed and licked the delicate heel seam, even attending to the space between it and the seam that ran up Kelly's calf. I enjoyed the silken feel of it, and knowing that Kelly's adorable leg was beneath it made it that much more pleasurable, so I took my time kissing and licking up her calf. My lips and tongue slowly traced every inch of seam on that tasty thighward climb. My hands caressed her leg as my mouth moved ever upward. Kelly seemed to be enjoying it immensely, which was all the incentive I could possibly need.
When I finally reached the support band, I was in for a surprise.
"Now," Kelly said, "I want you to lick all around the elastic band. Slip your tongue between the band and my thigh, and lick all around my leg with your tongue between the two."
I chuckled, but I complied instantly. I squeezed my tongue between nylon and flesh. The angle was awkward, and I wasn't able to keep my tongue between the two at all times. After all, I did have to swallow from time to time. So, as best I could, I licked all around her thigh, my tongue held tight between her soft skin and the slightly rough silk of the band. Kelly laughed long and often at my efforts, but I didn't care. This was immense fun.
She made sure I had completed licking all the way around her thigh before she let me stop. Then, giggling, she pulled her thigh away from me. In it's place she put her other thigh. The leg I'd just licked she then draped over the other arm of the chair. I found the second support band in my face.
"Now, lover, comes the return trip. Lick all around this thigh, now....and then when that's done follow the seam down the back, all the way to my cute, wiggling toes. Up one leg, down the other," she laughed, again pleased with herself.
There wasn't even a second's thought on my part. I inserted my tongue once again between thigh and hose, orally circling yet another lovely leg. After that, I began the downward trip from thigh to calf, along that sexy seam, and finally along heel and sole to playful toes. Again my mustache tickled her foot, and again my hands caressed wherever lips and tongue were not occupied. When I was done, my lips were a little sore and my tongue ached, but they were pleasant pains indeed. My fingertips tingled from their constant fondling of nylon.
"Your lips are a little red, there, man o' mine," Kelly smiled, "but they did a wonderful job on my legs. That was just lovely. Now I think it's time for you to really enjoy these nylons of mine...these sexy sheer thigh highs. How would you like to feel my nyloned legs all over you? All over every inch of your body. Mmm...that would be nice, wouldn't it? I'll rub my legs all over you so you can feel the nylon the way I do. Do you want me to do that?" she asked, again knowing the answer before even asking.
I nodded and smiled, saying, "Kel, you can rub your legs on me anytime you want, nylons or no nylons."
She smiled and said, "Well, then, sit right here between my legs. I'm sure that's something you'll like...being between my legs."
"You bet," I said, sliding forward to sit directly in front of the chair.
Kelly lifted both legs and began rubbing the sides of my head between her nyloned calves. She moved her thighs and calves along my shoulders, her feet along my neck and chest. I closed my eyes and tried to feel every weave of the nylon. The silkiness of those stockings mixed with the warmth of Kelly's legs and feet felt delicious. I sighed as I felt legs and feet caressing me all over. Then, suddenly, it all stopped.
I opened my eyes and looked up at my lady love, wondering what was up now.
"Hmm....this could get to be lots of fun," she said, "but, first, those will have to come off."
She pointed down to my erection-tightened briefs, the only clothing I wore. Kelly continued rubbing her ultra sheer, smoke hued legs all over my head, neck and chest...then worked her way downward. Smiling a playful smile, she rubbed her stockinged feet along the sides of my face, pausing briefly to tickle my ears with her toes and to dishevel my hair with those same mischievous toes. The static was making me look like an unwrinkled version of Einstein, my hair frizzing out in all directions, which was a total hoot to Kelly.
Bringing her foot down from my hair she pushed on one side of my face to turn my head. When I turned my head, she slid her calf under my nose and let me inhale the nylon, rubbing her calf back and forth under my inhaling nostrils. All the while my hands were caressing her thighs, both bare and covered in nylon.
Slowly she rubbed her silken legs down my neck, arms and chest, the smooth sensation of the nylon making me close my eyes again dreamily. I felt that warm, soft caress slowly move down my body to the hard and happy bulge in my briefs. Kelly rubbed either side of the bulge with her toes, stroking up and down its length with one set of toes on each side. It was excruciating pleasure.
But Kelly was never one to accept a less than perfect situation, so her feet left their disappointed target - for the moment - and worked their way up to the waistband of my briefs, where her toes - obviously more talented than I'd given them credit for - worked themselves behind it and pulled forward on it. When she had pulled the waistband away from my body an inch or two, my engorged, throbbing head popped into view. Kelly was more pleased with herself than ever. She pulled my briefs forward, slipping her feet further into them so that the waistband was now trapped under her high arched soles. Thus trapped, it gave easily when she pushed downward with her feet and pinned it to my thighs, allowing my pulsing hardness to spring free in all its glory. It throbbed and pointed directly at her, and she grinned with glee. But still this was not enough.
"Get up on your knees, slowly. I'm going to take those nasty old shorts off you myself. I like my men naked and ready to be played with."
Smiling, a totally willing captive in her nylon seduction, I raised myself to my knees slowly, so that Kelly's feet could keep my briefs prisoner as I rose. When I'd gotten to my knees, Kelly used her feet to work the front of my shorts down my thighs a few inches. But, the back of my briefs still clung to my buttocks and was keeping her from lowering them any further. Kelly would not be denied. She slipped her feet between my legs and pushed them back, her nylon covered toes and insteps sliding boldly under my testicles, wiggling playfully as they went. The sensation of the nylon gliding along the underside of my sack was mind blowing.
Her feet now completely inside my briefs, she pushed at the material that formed the seat portion of my briefs, grabbing it with her toes, which she worked a few inches up my backside as they captured the material. Pushing outward with her feet, and curling up the material of the briefs in her toes, she managed to eventually grab the waistband with them. Once captured, her toes could now pull down and slowly lower the back portion of my briefs. Once that hard part was done, it was a simple matter for her to use her heels to pull down the front of my shorts. Now she easily lowered my shorts and completely exposed my eager organ. Kelly let loose a whoop of success, raising her arms up straight and yelling, "Score!" I could only chuckle.
"Now, hon, stand up and I'll do away with these things once and for all," she said, a wicked glint in her twinkling eyes.
I stood up slowly, and Kelly used her feet and calves to lower my briefs the rest of the way down my legs. Once they were all the way down to the floor, Kelly had me step out of them, and she hooked the waistband with her toes and tossed them across the room, aiming for the pile that consisted of her blouse, bra, and one of her shoes. She scored a direct hit, my briefs happily snuggling up against her bra. Again she raised her arms and shouted her success.
As I stood before her, totally naked and throbbing, Kelly lifted her feet up and began stroking my member mercilessly, rubbing her nyloned feet and calves all along the shaft, squeezing the head between her soles, teasing my testicles with the very toe seam I'd kissed and licked earlier. She ran the sole of one foot along the underside of my shaft while the toes of her other foot wiggled playfully in my sack. I felt like I was going to explode.
"Oh, no....not so fast, loverboy....not so fast," Kelly almost sneered the words.
To make sure I didn't come too soon, she quickly stopped the torment on my cock. She removed her feet from it and sat up in the chair. She leaned forward and pulled me by the hips toward her, until I stood directly in front of her. Chuckling with pure, hedonistic joy, she then sat back in the chair at a sideways angle and put her legs up on my chest. I stood there with the heels of her feet resting just above my nipples, waiting for her next game. I didn't have to wait long.
"Hmmmm.....my sexy stockinged legs need a nice rub. Be a good boy and rub my calves and thighs for me, sweetie?"
I had no problem with that, so I stood there in front of her and rubbed her legs. With her legs raised like that, her skirt had ridden all the way up to her hips and no longer covered her sexy black panties. It was a delicious sight. I was so impressed, I even kissed her ankles as I rubbed her calves and thighs...and eyed her most prized possession.
Suddenly, as I rubbed, I realized the reason why Kelly had sat on the chair at an angle. I felt her right hand as it reached out and grabbed my primed manhood. She tickled the head, playfully squeezed it. Then she ever so lightly stroked the underside of the shaft and tickled my testicles with fingers that were every bit as playful as her toes. Again I moaned with the pleasure of it...and I found myself kissing her ankles and toes with passion, and rubbing her legs with heightened enthusiasm. But still my Kelly was not through. She could switch gears with a speed and suddenness that could give you whiplash.
She let loose of my cannon and pulled her legs from my adoring hands and lips, quickly lowering them to the floor. She stood up and threw one arm around my neck, kissing me passionately. Her other hand resumed it's stroking of my penis, so adamant in it's stroking that I thought she intended to give me a hand job. And had she continued another thirty seconds or so, she would have.
She stopped mashing her mouth into mine and pulled back to look me directly in the eyes. I could see the look of lust in those gorgeous eyes and knew she could see mine. When she spoke, there was another twinkle in her eyes, "This is extremely fun. I think we could both come out of this very happy if we work this right. You game, hon?" There was no way in Heaven or Hell I was gonna say no.
"Well," I gasped, trying to get my lungs to work properly, "it's been just fine so far. What did you have in mind? Or....should I ask?"
She smiled and kissed my lips very lightly, moving her lips around to my ear to whisper into it, "Down boy." Those two words started every nerve ending in my body firing at once...and I could barely breathe. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed down. I gave absolutely no resistance, and the next thing I knew I was again on my knees, my hands caressing her calves and thighs. Kelly remained standing, looking down at me like a child with a new toy.
"Now," she said, "take off my skirt for me."
Now we're talking! I thought. With trembling fingers I grabbed Kelly's skirt and slowly lowered it to the floor. I watched her shapely legs step out of it, my heart a triphammer in my chest. I tossed the skirt aside, not bothering to aim for the pile of clothing as Kelly had. I didn't care where it went. There in front of her, on my knees, I could only stare at my beautiful lady wearing only sheer thigh high stockings and silky black panties. My hands reached up and stroked the back of her thighs while my eyes tried to peer through her panties.
"Mmm....good boy. Now, sweetie, pull down my pretty panties.....with your teeth."
I looked up into those sexy eyes and that wicked smile and I would've eaten the bark off a tree for her at that point. Kelly tousled my hair playfully, briefly, and then pulled my head forward toward her panties. When my mouth came close to her panties, my hands shot up from her thighs and grabbed her ass, each hand capturing a handful of cheek. I kissed her panties as if I were kissing her sweet, downy treasure itself. My hands slipped under her panties to grab all flesh, and fondle it as my mouth sucked at silk.
I needed so badly at that moment to uncover her succulent sex, that I grasped the waistband in my teeth and pulled downward. The first sight of her soft curls inflamed my passion even more, and I found myself turning Kelly with my hands so I could take each inch of that waistband in my teeth and lower her panties. It took some time, inch by inch, and getting them over the globes of her ass was an incredible task, but I eventually got those stubborn panties about a foot down her thighs, uncovering completely her moist, pink flower. I stared in awe at it's beauty. I didn't have the patience to continue removing her panties with only my teeth, so I grabbed the front of them with my teeth but grabbed the sides of the waistband with my two hands and pulled downward. Kelly laughed at my eagerness, squealing gleefully like a schoolgirl. My fumbling removal of her panties knocked her off balance and she fell back into the chair, making it easier for me to pull the panties the rest of the way off her calves and over her feet with just my teeth. I didn't care if I hadn't earned a shout of "Score!". The panties were history...that's all that mattered.
Now, Kelly wore nothing but the stockings. But my main focus was her alluring sex. My nostrils were filled with the scent of it, and my mouth wanted to be filled with the taste of it. And with Kelly sitting in the chair laughing, I figured a thorough devouring of her flower was next on my agenda. I was wrong.
Seeing instantly where my mind was going, Kelly put out one hand and pushed it against my forehead, stopping the advance of my hungry mouth. She stood up with speed that would make Superman envious, the suddenness of it nearly knocking me back onto the floor. Still giggling like a young girl, my lovely Kelly twirled like a prima ballerina, stopping with her lovely back to me. Instead of her sweet nest in my face, I was now eye level with the beautifully rounded globes of her shapely ass. It wasn't the tasty nectar my tongue had been hoping for, but it took my breath away nonetheless.
"Now, keep your mind off my pussy and get back to rubbing my legs," she sighed, wiggling her bottom as a tease, "Besides, you've always said you love my ass...so, now you can stare at it while you rub my stockinged legs. Isn't that nice of me?" Kelly, always the tease, looked down at me as I looked wryly back up at her. She knew damn well I wasn't going to be able to just rub her legs with that comely bottom in my face. We both grinned.
I started rubbing her legs, my fingers once again tingling from the nylon. Kelly bent over so she could brace herself by putting her hands on the arms of the chair, that act pushing her luscious derriere even closer to my admiring eyes. I couldn't take the strain. I leaned forward the remaining few inches and started kissing that ravishing behind. Kelly giggled and wiggled.
I was able to get my hands to caress her smooth, silky legs, but my lips couldn't resist the soft flesh of her ass. It was as if half my brain controlled my fondling hands while the other half directed my lips and tongue on Kelly's warm fanny flesh. It wasn't long before my kissing lips gave way to nipping teeth and a searching tongue. I opened my mouth wide and took huge mouthfuls of Kelly's ass and sucked. I got so carried away that I even left a hickey or two on those delicious buttocks. I growled playfully as I grabbed chunks of her ass between my teeth and lightly chewed...or just grazed my teeth along the skin. I got so into that wiggling butt that I found myself sighing and even moaning as I devoured every inch of it. Kelly continued to wiggle and giggle, enjoying every second of it. And when I kissed, licked and sucked my way downward, I came ever so close to that moist, pink, steaming cavern of lust....it's petals fragrant and enticing. I was perfectly willing to eat Kelly's sweet pussy from behind if it came to that.
My oral fantasies fixated on Kelly's dewey flower suddenly received and injection of rocket fuel. As I was kissing the bottom curve of Kelly's right cheek, I suddenly felt a light stroking on the underside of my throbbing manhood. I looked down quickly - not wanting my lips to spend too much time away from Kelly's jiggling behind - to see one stockinged sole rubbing up and down my shaft. I watched, slack jawed and wide eyed as that sole seam stroked slowly up and down, the reinforced toes grasping my penis and squeezing playfully along the trip. I thought I'd pass out. My mouth all over Kelly's unbelievable ass, my nostrils filled with the scent of her flower, my hands caressing the sexiest legs and stockings I'd ever known, and now Kelly's foot stroking my cock in a most delectable rhythm....could I take the strain of it all?!
And then, Kelly did indeed "break me". Amidst all this erotic stimulation, she finally gave me what I sought. She removed her silken toes from my penis. Though this was somewhat of a disappointment, she more than made up for it with her next move. She bent over still further, putting her forearms on the chair arms in place of her hands. This pushed her bottom out further toward my hungry mouth, and I had to lean back to avoid its push. I ended up looking up at those succulent globes...found myself under her ass. And when she spread her legs wide, I found myself looking up at even more...her dripping, glistening sex...directly above my admiring eyes, mere inches from my itching tongue. My hands stopped their fondling of her legs and I stared in awe at the object of my desire. I sighed a long, deep, dizzying sigh....the escaping air from which tickled her sex and made Kelly giggle and squirm above my eyes.
"This what you want, honey?" Kelly asked, looking down at me with twinkling eyes. I could only nod. "Well, what are you waiting for? It's all yours. Have a taste," she teased, wiggling her bottom above me. I was leaning back at an awkward angle under her steaming sex, but I didn't even notice. All I knew was that Kelly's tasty flower was there above me for the taking. I licked my lips briefly, then plunged my face upward between those sexy thighs, burying it in that musky, carpeted mound of sticky delights. And my mouth and fingers immediately engaged autopilot.
After briefly licking her dew-covered lips, I thrust the very tip of my tongue discreetly between them, gliding it back and forth along that slitted path. Kelly gasped an almost inaudibly soft moan...like a low, long sigh. I probed my tongue deeper, seeking the buried treasure of tasty delights. When my fingers crept into her silken folds, spreading her open and revealing her secrets, another sigh escaped her open mouth. I pushed my face more firmly against her soft, pink flesh and extended my tongue deeper into her. She gasped and shuddered, which she continued to do each time my tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot. But she wasn't so swept away that she forgot her own agenda.
With my face buried firmly in her dripping sex, and my tongue exploring the sweet walls of her love canal, I suddenly felt my head being squeezed between Kelly's thighs, the nylon support band of her right stocking pressing tightly against my shoulder. It made it a bit more difficult to keep my face, tongue and fingers as active as they'd been, but when I realized her purpose, I didn't mind at all.
Kelly had positioned herself as best she could to keep my head between her legs while at the same time allowing her to bend her right leg enough to get her stockinged foot back on my pounding hardon. With my hands and mouth squeezed happily between her thighs, her stroking seamed sole was once again making one head throb while making the other spin. I smiled broadly and sighed into her pussy.
As I pressed onward with lips and tongue, sucking and licking hungrily at her nest, exploring it deeply and thoroughly, my throbbing erection delighted in the sensation of sheer hosiery and warm sole stroking and pressing its underside. When my tongue gave Kelly a particularly delightful jolt, she returned the favor by running her nylon covered toes along the tip of my engorged head, or by slipping those toes down to my scrotum and teasing my testicles with them.
Without stopping her penis-play, Kelly stood on tiptoes with her unoccupied foot, bending over still further to expose as much of her lustful pussy to my fingers and tongue as possible. I showed my appreciation for this by slipping my tongue as far into her as I could, searching her inner walls with my hot breath filling any spaces not already filled with fingers and tongue. Whenever she dripped, even a little, I hungrily lapped or sucked up every drop of her sweet juices. Then, back inside her my tongue went...to explore and titillate once again.
Kelly's toes began to work their way about my testicles in earnest. So I tilted my head back as far as it would go and pushed my head forward between her legs, my mouth now in search of her sensitive clit. When my lower lip just brushed the eager nub, Kelly jerked and gasped, and her legs vibrated from her thighs down to her toes...the same toes that spasmed on my tightening sack, thankfully without pain.
Finding the nub with my tongue, I tried to lick all around it, barely touching her with the tip of my tongue. How well I was doing was gauged by the tenacity of her toes and sole on my throbbing shaft and priming testicles. The speed of her stroking increased in direct proportion to the flicking of my tongue around her screaming button.
I could feel my sack tighten and lift as it prepared to set free its creamy cargo. Still Kelly's foot stroked. I now attacked her clit directly with my tongue, flicking the tip at it snakelike, barely touching it with each flick. Kelly's thighs quaked every now and then, and her sighs were becoming more frequent...as were my own.
Then, suddenly, Kelly's squirming led to two things simultaneously. First, her foot pressed down on my shaft, pinning it against my abdomen, and her toes flexed and squeezed the wrinkled flesh of my scrotum, working as if to squeeze the semen from them. And second, her squirming suddenly brought her burning clit into full view, and I lunged for it, capturing it between famished lips and sucking on it, licking it as I sucked.
With a squeal, gasp and shudder, Kelly's orgasm washed over me, creaming my face. She reached one hand back and grabbed a handfull of my hair, holding my head in place and pushing her gushing slit harder into my mouth. I never stopped my assault on her clit, either licking or sucking it throughout. She pushed her hips back and forth, grinding her exploding pussy into my face, almost whimpering with delightful release.
The warmth of Kelly's climax bathing my mouth in sticky sweetness and dribbling down my chin triggered my own orgasm, and I screamed into Kelly's matted fur as I felt every neuron in my body firing at once. I shuddered and heaved as my penis expelled it's load in potent bursts all over my belly and the seamed sole of my lady's sexy stocking. On my knees on the floor, my hips nonetheless thrust upward as I spurt relentlessly on Kelly's stockinged foot, several spurts sneaking around her foot to land stickily on her calf as my penis occasionally escaped the stroking sole.
My hips bucking pushed my drowning face even more completely into Kelly's bush, and my mouth again latched onto her clit. This started Kelly's cycle all over again, and she creamed my face once more, bucking and heaving above me like some sweet, wet rotary engine of lust. Like the proverbial snowball, this led to my own sensations becoming heightened again, and my own thrusting and spurting strengthened as well. We became like a dynamo that fed off it's own energy...our orgasms leading to more orgasms. Kelly's screams of pleasure could be heard as she howled them at the ceiling. Mine could not be heard, muffled as they were by the luscious treat that filled my mouth.
Finally, after long, delicious minutes, the machine slowed. Kelly's hardworking foot stopped its stroking and grinding on my organs, and my penis reciprocated by ceasing its delivery of semen onto her hose, except for the tiny dribbles Kelly's sole soaked up on its last few strokes. My lips and tongue released Kelly's tortured nub, and her gyrating on my face slowed to a stop. She slumped forward, turning around as she plopped herself into the chair with a groan and satisfied sigh. My face freed from the confines of bush and thighs, I fell backward, crumpling to the floor like a rag doll. I lay there, chest heaving, face smeared with love juices, and stared blankly up at the ceiling. Kelly, likewise exhausted, lay sprawled in the chair, legs still wide and pussy glistening. She too stared unseeing at the ceiling.
Although barely able to move, at length we both gained the power to move our heads enough to look at each other. She looked down at my prostrate form and I looked up at her sitting, but slumped one. We each smiled a smile so broad and satisfied that I wondered whose cheeks would crack first.
"My, that was something new, wasn't it? And I confess I rather enjoyed it," Kelly said, the smile still plastered on her lovely face.
"I can't argue with that," I agreed, "that was really something."
"I never realized you were such a stocking slut. But that is information I will definitely store away for future use," she promised, her eyes twinkling with a wicked glee.
Shooting for brownie points, I replied, "Kel, every day with you is a new and wonderful experience. You always know how to please me...stockings or no stockings."
"Yes, I guess I do," she admitted, "I always do know how to get you hot. Now, I've got one more way to do it. Trust me, now that I know how much sheer, sexy stockings turn you on, you can bet I'll be buying lots more of them. No more tame little teacher stockings for me." She reached out and started stroking my thighs with the soles of her feet, the wet one feeling slightly cold on my thigh as she did.
Feeling that a point needed to be made, I said, "Kel, sure those stockings are sexy...but without those hot legs of yours, they are just stockings, after all. It's your legs that make them sexy. Don't ever forget that. And they wouldn't be nearly as sexy on some other woman's legs."
"Ahh," she quipped, "you're a very good boy to say that. You've just earned some points."
I sat up and rubbed her calves as she kept her feet on my thighs. "I mean it, Kel...you're as sexy as they come....stockings or not. Your legs have always made me hard. You know that."
"Yeah, I do," she smiled. We looked at each other warmly, and I continued to rub her calves for a few minutes. Then I felt it was time to prove my point.
"Kel, lift up your legs...one at a time," I said.
"Why," she asked, looking at me suspiciously, "what are you up to now?"
"C'mon...just do it," I returned. My sly smile won her over.
She lifted up one leg. I reached up and grabbed the support band of her stocking and pulled down, slowly peeling the hose off her gorgeous leg. She giggled when I pulled it straight out from her toes and finally managed to peel it completely off her leg and foot. She was quicker to hold out the other leg, the one stained with my love juices. Again I peeled sheer nylon from soft, sensuous skin.
I stood up in front of her and held out my hand to her. She hesitated only a second, because her eyes had briefly locked themselves on my wet but drooping penis. She chuckled discreetly and then held her hand out to me. I helped pull her out of the chair, then pulled her forcefully to me, wrapping one arm around her waist. With my other hand I pulled her face to mine and kissed her passionately. I made sure my message was clear, as I played tongue-tag with her and then looked deeply into her eyes.
"It so happens," I said, "that neither of us has to go anywhere now. What say we continue this little reverie in the bedroom. Sleeping in doesn't necessarily have to be restful, you know. I propose we leave those sexy stockings right here in the living room, and we take those sexy naked legs of yours into the bedroom where you can wrap them around me for the rest of the morning. How 'bout it?"
"Mmmm...that sounds just wonderful, man o' mine. Last one to the bed is a rotten egg!"
And we raced to the bedroom...
Author: Bacomicfan