DeltaRayne.Erotica

He tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair one more time. What was taking so long! he thought impatiently. The minute hand on his wall clock moved agonizingly slow, yet he watched it with intensity.

When it reached the 6, she would knock. She was always perfectly on time.

The clock hit 6 and his eyes averted to his front door. The crisp knock rattling the door on its hinges.

He jumped up smiling, moving swiftly to the door handle. He turns the handle and swings open his door.

He hears his breath catch in the back of his throat. She’s as gorgeous as always. Tight skirt, black stockings and high heels. He steps aside to invite her in. 

She glides past, he smells her scent, and her hair lightly brushes his face. She moves to the table and drops her bag, kicking off her shoes and exposing polished toes beneath the stockings. She turns, leans against the table and waits for him.

The corner of his mouth is curled into a cheeky smile, as the watches the way she moves from the door to his table. Something about her movements are more deliberate, and the certainty is what appeals. Her legs in particular take his attention. They are long, though at first you don’t see how long.  They are shapely, he later discovers that its due to her athleticism. Her ankles, feet and toes are shapely and proportionate. She paints her toe nails. The lace top stockings she is wearing today are slick against her skin, waiting for his touch. 

She lifts a leg and places her foot on the seat of the nearby chair. She looks over to him as he moves towards her. She enjoys this part of her evening, it makes her feel desired and sexy. His first contact us always with the inner arch of her right foot. One single, firm stroke. He grasps her foot from the top and squeezes lightly, before running his hand up her inner thigh to the lace top of the stockings. His hand skips over to her other leg, he follows the lace top round her thigh before trailing a single finger, slowly, down her outer thigh to her knee. At the knee, his whole hand cups her shapely calf and slides down to her heel.  His hand slides back across the top of her foot and the fingers caress the inner arch again, this time each finger pressing gently, one after the other. 

He can smell her arousal, and he feels himself harden slightly. His fingers trace the top of each toe before drawing a line to her ankle. He grasps her ankle while tapping the chair with his other hand, indicating that he wanted her other foot on the chair now as well.

She obeys, keeping her legs spread slightly once she plants her foot. His hands over the top of her stockings, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. 

He dips his head and she feels his tongue trace a line where the lace tops start. He smiles as he rises, she leans forward kissing his lips. Their eyes connect momentarily.

Both hands slide down her stocking legs, zig zagging across the tops to her knees, then a firm grip as each hand slides down her shins to the ankle, where they release and the fingers tickle and dance across the tops of her feet and toes. The stockings give an extra layer, almost like a delay in the sensation of touch. It’s smooth and silky.

His mouth has found her neck, and he kisses the bony part near her collar bone, before dropping to a breast. He takes her in his mouth and sucks on it hard. His fingers undo the remaining buttons on her blouse. His finger trails from between her breasts to her belly button. He kisses her stomach, just above her belly button. His other hand has found its way beneath her briefs and starts to spread her lips apart.

Her head is rolled back, baring all her front, open to him. His finger connects with her clit. Her eyes close. Using his thumb, he presses hard, then releases, pressing hard again. His other fingers still exploring her. His thumb starts and stops, and continues this rhythmic pressure until he hears her sigh lightly.  

She moans. 

His lips curl into a smile and his fingers dive deep inside her seeking her gspot. 

He is leaning over her now. He can feel the silky, smooth sensation of her lace top stockings rubbing against his own thighs. He has a hand inside her deep, his knuckles pushed against her pelvis. His fingers are pressing up upon her gspot and he is rubbing it vigourously. Her moans are escalating, and she is lifting her hips high to meet his actions.

Her lace top stockings still gliding over the furniture and his own clothing and body.

She is pushing her hips against him hard and just as she moans ‘stop’, she gushes and squirts all over herself and his hand. Her shaking body jerks with pleasure and she slowly uncurls in his hands, giving him a dazzling smile of appreciation.

He licks his hand and sucks her juices from his fingers. He smiles back, leans forward and gives her a kiss. He dips his head between her legs, then runs his hands up and down her stocking thighs again. His lips meet hers and he spreads them open with his tongue. Her scent beckons. He drives his tongue deep inside her, she gasps and moans in approval.

He drives his tongue in and out repeatedly, stopping for a long stroke up to her clit here and there. His fingers found their way back inside her, and he eagerly flicked her clit with his tongue. She let out short, content sighs.

Working both his fingers and his tongue, he played with her swollen pussy more, his own cock hardening more and more.

He pulled her up to him and kissed her, while he pulled his engorged cock out from its restricting daily attire. Once out, he slid it inside her swiftly, wanting to feel her pussy envelope around him. She was soft, warm and snug. He began moving above her now, and she began gyrating her own hips under his. He was skilled, and spent his time fucking her fast…before slowing right down again and sliding in and out slowly. His movements were bliss. He seems able to bring her close to the brink before stopping and starting it all over again. He edges beautifully.

His efforts are repaid when he feels her spasm and grasp his cock with her internal muscles during her next orgasm. He feels his own warm juices explode inside her. Spent, he leans forward and kisses her again.

Finally, she sits up and removes her lace top stockings.