"What the fuck?!" I uttered aloud upon waking up to a 3 a.m. knock on my door. "Who the heck could that be?"
I shot out of bed and headed for the door, but had to stop and return to my room because I had forgotten that I was still nude. I went back to retrieve a pair of track pants and a t-shirt, then made my way once again to my door, which endured a few more knocks during this time.
As I sped down the stairs and opened the door, I was shocked to see her. "What's wrong?" was the only thing I thought to say.
"Well, hello to you too," she said slyly as she
entered into my house, walking right past me.
It was all so confusing. Two minutes ago I was sound asleep, probably having an erotic dream, now I'm at my door and she has just walked in at 3 a.m. for reasons I have not yet been able to grasp. But a few seconds later, I developed a sense as to what this was all about.
It was completely by accident actually, it wasn't exactly detective work or even gut-feeling. She just walked right into the house. My grogginess had me focus on something strange. She always removed her shoes upon entering my house, this time she did not. Not required by any means, but common courtesy all the same.
That's when I saw her shoes...
Let me tell you a bit about Ally:
I met her online a few weeks earlier. A number of very nice romantic dates eventually led to incredibly intense, erotic sex.
She's a terrific girl with a great sense of humour and has long blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a gorgeous face. She kind of resembles pornstar Sunrise Adams. Oh, and by the way, she has great tits and a delicious pussy that I could bury my face in for hours.
The best thing about her though, is her openness to try different things. Admittedly, I can be a bit kinky, maybe I'd even be called perverted by some, but I am open to trying many fetishes that most men would not, or at least not admit to. Nothing too outrageous, at least not in my own opinion, but certainly not conventional by any means. The good news is that Ally has matched my kinky side every step.
Back to this morning:
Seeing her outfit opened my eyes -- both
figuratively and literally as I was still half
asleep until that point.
Aside from the incredibly hot white
stripper-style platform heels I had bought her, she had white fishnet stockings that were visible up to slightly above her knees. From there-up was the black coat she was wearing, which at the top revealed much more neckline than usual... not to mention some very noticeable cleavage.
Her long blond hair seemed to flow, even as she
stood perfectly still. Those loop earrings that always seem to drive me wild when I see them on a hot girl, adorned her ears. Her perfume, whatever it was, was intoxicating.
"Like what you see?" Ally asked. "I know I do."
I saw her staring at my crotch and realized that I was sporting a raging hard-on, clearly visible through the thin fabric of my nylon tear-aways, and especially with nothing underneath.
She took my hand and let me to my living room. The fog in my head seemed to have lifted when my cock did. I was now fully aware that this was going to be a very exciting next few hours.
She had me sit in my 'Lazy Boy'-style chair, she put down the bag she had brought with her, removed a CD, then popped it into my stereo. As the music began to play, Ally lit a few candles she had brought with her and strategically placed them around the room so that the mood she wanted to create was set.
The time it took for all this had brought the first track of the CD near its end. Ally stood there looking into my eyes until the song came to an end. I wanted to say something, but quite frankly, I was frozen.
As the next song began, one that had a faster beat than the first, she began her seductive dance.
My hard-on, which I thought was already at its
hardest, seemed to stiffen even more and threatened to rip right through my pants.
Noticing this, Ally bent towards me and brought her hands to my hips, grabbing handfuls of the fabric of my pants and pulling suddenly. The tear-away pants lived up to the name and broke open, exposing my rigid cock.
"Stroke it slowly for me, hun," she told me. I
happily obliged, gripping my shaft and slowly sliding my hand up and down.
Ally continued her sexy dance and began unbuttoning her coat, letting it fall to the floor.
I felt my breath being taken away. She looked stunning wearing a white, lacy -- not to mention very revealing -- push-up bra, along with a white and equally lacy and equally revealing pair of panties. White lacy garters held up the white, thigh-high fishnet stockings I mentioned before.
It was a delicious contrast: the innocence
associated to the colour white, yet the incredible eroticism of her outfit. It was more than I can handle and as a result, my hand moved faster up and down the length of my cock.
"Slow it down, there's lots more to come," Ally instructed.
The sexy way in which she emphasized the word "come", I should probably instead spell it "there's lots more to CUM". That seemed to be the way she meant it.
The next song was a bit slower, yet still not a
sappy love song either. As a result, her dancing
slowed to match, but the closeness and sensuality of her dance picked up even more.
She sat in my lap, with her back to me, leaning back towards me, but never impeding my masturbating. I watched her hands unhook her lacy bra exposing her gorgeous breasts, then slide up and down her body, coming back to her breasts which she slowly massaged and squeezed together. Ally brought her lips to mine and we locked in a passionate kiss.
We continued in this position for the next couple of minutes, kissing and stroking through to the end of the song.
