My mind had been occupied with you all day and as I drove to pick you up, I kept wondering what you would wear to dinner over your new fishnets. You had teased me many times by showing me advertisements of dresses and skirts that you wanted to buy or had bought. I was easily manipulated by your teasing innuendo and hints about how your legs looked in the fishnet stockings under your new skirt.
I was aroused even without seeing you in them. Your words were always carefully chosen to suck me in and yet hold me back. I hated the way you toyed with me so easily, yet I loved being drawn into that fantasy. Many times as I drove, I found my hand in my lap, rubbing as I imagined watching you as you dressed or as you moved about some performing some tedious chore, unaware of my presence.
I wondered if you knew how you provoked me. I was sure you did, otherwise you would not have continued. I knew you fantasized about slow torture of an exquisite type...withheld touches and caresses, and looks full of promises that were never fulfilled. I knew you would be exhilarated to have me captive as you posed and vogued near me, allowing your scent to fill my nostrils and work it's pheromic duty on my animalistic psyche.
I knew you relished the power you have over my simple desire and lust for you, but I also knew that you have the same desire as I, and you are also vulnerable to my careful touch at the right moment. It was my goal to maneuver you into that right moment. My touch was well rehearsed and planned and I knew you were mine, given that small opportunity.
The car sped through the night and soon I reached your house. I saw that only one light was on and I crept around to peek into that window. The drapes concealed most of the room, but as I moved to the edge of the window, I could see you walking about. You were in a robe and were gathering your clothing and laying it on the bed.
I looked around to be sure no one else was outside and when I was satisfied, I continued watching you. You sat before your dresser and dried your hair, then you rose and moved out of my sight. When you cam back into view, you were wearing a bra and brown fishnet pantyhose. You sat down and pulled on panties and stood before the mirror and pulled the pantyhose tight and worked them up your legs for the right fit.
I felt a stirring as I watched you, and I took a deep breath. You put your blouse on and buttoned it then stepped into your skirt. You fastened it and turned it to the correct position, then looked at yourself in the mirror. I saw your hands slide across your belly and lightly touch your thighs. You then sat down and watched yourself in the mirror as you crossed your legs. I am sure you were studying how much leg you would be exposing with each move. I saw you sit with legs apart as you glanced at your thighs.
That very spot would be an area of interest to me as well. My pants felt tighter and I rubbed and tried to rearrange the bulge that was growing under my zipper. I debated whether I should knock on your door in that aroused state or not. For a brief instant, I fantasized about your response as you saw me standing there with a guilty and lustful expression and an apparent erection barely restrained by my slacks.
I decided to wait a bit and watch you longer. You continued your preparation. I unzipped my slacks and my eager cock found the opening. I felt the cool air against the hotness of my cock flesh. I slowly stroked as I watched you. You applied slight makeup and brushed your hair again, then stood and raised your skirt. I watched in amazement as you lowered your panties and stepped out of them. I could see your slit under the sheerness of the pantyhose. Your hand slid down the front panel of your pantyhose and your finger traced the shape as if illustrating the location of access to your womaness.
You pressed your fingers against and between your labia as I stroked my cock. I could have easily cum all over your shrubs as I watched you, but you stopped and lowered your skirt. I paused to save my cum for a more appropriate location. I saw you leave the room and I hurried around the corner and rang your door bell. You answered in a few seconds.
"Hello, my love."
"Hi baby", you opened the door and welcomed me inside.
I waited for you to lead the way into the living area. You turned to me and smiled. I reached for you and pulled you to me. We kissed. You tasted so good. Your lips are full and your mouth was wet and hot and I sucked your tongue, succumbing to your charms. You returned my kiss with equal ardor and we clutched at each other and soon were grinding our bodies together.
You pulled back for a breath and laughed.
