How do I allow myself such indulgence? Is it right that I feel so aroused that I tear at my clothes to touch and feel my body. I had never enjoyed such intense pleasure on my own, as I did that day! Such a toxic combination of memories, lust and physical sensation. I let go of what seemed right, and allowed my self indulgence to wash all over my body. Thinking about him makes me want a solo sex romp.
I don’t seem to concentrate so much on my dressing but focus too much on my beautiful stockings. Slipping my hands carefully into each leg. Fine and sheer, they fall and cling instantly onto my body, bringing shape and smoothness to my long legs. I admit I do look good in them. I feel the silky softness and take pleasure in that feeling. It’s my touch, but still, a beautiful touch to receive. As I stroke and adjust my stockings, I stand and bend before the mirror, squatting up and down, easing and adjusting my legs into the delicate fibers. Drawing and stroking delicately up and down my legs until my stockings are perfectly in place.
As I watch myself, my mind has a naughty giggle as the realization of my lack of underwear allows me to feel my delicate skin pressed up against my stockings. My hand lingers a little longer over my pussy as I enjoy the sensation, the texture rubbing against me, satisfying as I sit and allow the sensual opportunity to be such a pleasure.
My hand slips into my stockings. How his hand will touch me, how he knows just where I would burn with pleasure, my feeling swells as I start to twitch with increased desire. I allow my touch to focus clearly on my clit. Ah, the agony, the sweet pleasure, as I rub and finger my pussy, feeling the dampness start to build on my fingers. My mind is always thinking of him and how he might enjoy me. As I sit back against the wall I let myself think of that song, the one I heard last time we fucked. Hmm, this self-indulgence is all for me, hearing the song in my head just plays with my fantasy, of being touched again and cumming so hard on his fingers that my juices ran down his hands.
My senses all tingle and come together so gloriously. With my head back I continue to tease my sensitive puffed lips, rubbing with such intent, the feel and passion I am creating as I sit alone is becoming incredibly intense. My hand continues but struggles to keep up with my needs. Without thinking, my reaction is just to rip at my stockings, I want them away from my burning clit, I want to feel free to explore and savage my hungry pussy. I need more, want so much more. He will give me so much more I know when I meet him again. With my stockings ripped away I can explore and continue my desire. As I open the buttons of my green dress further it slightly slips off my shoulder. His hand would slip in there too and seek my nipple to make me moan. Just as I thought of that time, my hand reaches for my nipple, pulling and tweaking as my pussy aches for pleasure.
Stretch them wider so I can rub and massage my pussy lips. At first, the touch of my fingers directly onto my pussy is a teasing welcome relief that quickly turns to horny pleasure. But the feeling continues to arouse me further and takes my turn-on to another level. I slide my fingers down my clit, letting them delve inside, burying them between my precious sticky pink lips. Ah, the pleasure is so delicious, as my memory of him keeps teasing my mind and I sink back into the chair. The waves of pleasure continue building. I carry on sliding and pressing my fingers along my wet slit, every so often letting them penetrate inside me.
With a regular movement I plunge through my ripped stockings into my now over aching body, I take my time to enjoy how each movement feels. My mind continues to pick up my play and lets me imagine him here, in me, taking me fully as he does, deeper and deeper consuming all I have, his fucking is relentless. It pushes me into a place of delicious, sweet, erotic desire. Just as he does I feel my waves of pure deep muscular force swirl within me, I know what is coming and how much I crave it. I don’t stop the pulsing of my wet slippery pussy. I want to feel the ultimate pleasure I have worked at receiving. More and more I play and tease until it starts. The full, sheer ecstasy of feeling works its magic and I continue as long as I can. Struggling I keep my hand in place while I see how long it can last. Taking no more I cum and squirt all over my fingers and hand.
Then slowly I remove my fingers, straighten my legs and stand up. Adjusting my dress, I feel now is not the time to remove my beautiful hidden ripped hosiery. I consider my thoughts and decide that I would leave them on. I will definitely let him know what I was doing before we met for lunch! I might even let him discover the ripped stockings underneath the table!
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