One of the best things about Tara was the fact that she wore stockings. Sometimes when she perched herself on a high stool at work, you caught a glimpse of them under her skirt and being a fan of underwear, this was a major turn on. Unfortunately, Tara wasn't a great lover of underwear, often eschewing a bra. In bed we'd talked about things we liked, experiences we'd had and things we wanted to try just like anyone else. I told her about my love of lingerie and mentioned that I thought she looked extremely sexy in a suit – especially with stockings underneath, but she told me she wasn't going to wear uncomfortable underwear when she didn't have to and wasn't going to wear stockings to bed for me. Obviously I was a little disappointed, but didn't push the subject.
A few weeks later Tara and I were going to meet a friend and her new boyfriend for dinner. To my delight Tara put on a very short skirt and although I didn't know at the time not only was she wearing quite possibly the shortest skirt I'd seen in a long while but also a black lacy bra, matching knickers and – best of all – black stockings!
In the evening when she crossed her legs her stocking tops would poke out from under the hem of her skirt, making me – and I suspect quite a few other men – extremely horny. The evening drew to a close and Tara and I went to get our bus stopping on the way for a kiss and a quick grope. As I was running my hands over her body, I asked her if she'd enjoyed flashing her stockings. She replied with a breathy "Yes." I told her I wanted to know how much she'd enjoyed it, so she pushed my hand up her skirt and I cupped her damp pussy through her panties.
"You did enjoy it, didn't you?" I told her as I pulled her knickers off, sniffing the crotch before stuffing them in my pocket.
The journey home was very difficult as the bus was very full and we could only whisper obscenities to each other. I made Tara walk in front of me so I could get a good look up her skirt as we climbed the stairs to her flat. Once inside I gave her back her panties and told her that I wanted to watch as she played with herself through them. She slipped them back on and did as I asked and at the same time pushing them into her snatch. I managed to contain myself until she had cum.
I went over to the sofa and we kissed passionately before I sucked the juices from her fingers as she opened my trousers with her free hand. Pulling out my erect cock she began to stroke it.
"Do you like it when I dress and behave like a slut?" she asked.
"Of course. Every man loves his woman to be slutty at times," I told her as she took my member in her mouth "and you do it so well." Tara continued sucking my dick while swirling her tongue around the head while tickling my balls. Eventually I had to stop her before I came.
Leading her to the bedroom I told her to lie down. Joining Tara on the bed I pushed her skirt up to her waist, opened her legs and pulled her sticky wet panties from her snatch. I flicked my tongue over her engorged pussy lips, causing her to take a sharp breath. Lapping at Tara's drenched cunt, I slowly made my way up to her clit and she pulled my head closer to her sex. Introducing my fingers I penetrated her easily "ohhhhh...I need your cock. Please....I want to cum"
"Soon" I told her enjoying the taste of her pussy too much to stop. Twice I bought her to the edge of an orgasm but cruelly pulled her back denying her the release.
Moving back up to her mouth I kissed her and she pushed her tongue into my mouth, trying greedily to taste herself. Tara pulled off her blouse and skirt and went to remove her stockings
"No! Sluts keep their underwear on when being fucked" I told her.
