Author's note: This story was inspired by one of my fans, Joe Blow. Hope you enjoy.
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As I look at myself in the mirror I am sure that my date for tonight will approve. I wearing my white knee length skirt, my red blouse that matches my fire engine red painted finger and toe nails. Since my date is such a leg man, I splurged and bought a brand new pair of suntan pantyhose, his favorite color and have those on. Maybe later, I will let him see that I am not wearing any panties under my pantyhose. Feeling the snugness of the hose always causes me to take a pause and enjoy the slow building of my sexual desire.
On my feet are my pair of my 5" Christian Louboutin heels. I mean if I am going to show off my legs I might as well go all out. I freshen my lipstick and apply some of my favorite perfume, Obsession to key locations, grab my purse and head towards the door. My husband sees me and barely looks up from his ball game, and I tell them that I have a meeting with the board and that we are getting dinner so I won't be back until late. He waves his hand at me and I just shake my head and wonder why I didn't take a lover sooner.
I arrive at the quaint little Italian restaurant and am escorted to a back table that is romantically lit with a candle. Michael is already there and gets up to greet me and hold my chair out for me. He said he already ordered for us and that the wine should be here shortly. As if on cue the sommelier arrives and pours us our wine. It tastes delicious and before we know it we are ordering a second bottle. Over dinner we chat, hold hands and just stare into each other's eyes.
Michael truly adores me and understands my situation but really wants to takes things to the next level. I am in such a good mood, that after dinner he asks if I would like to go dancing and I readily agree. We go to a secluded club where we spend a couple hours dancing and I feel like I am walking on clouds I feel so happy. During our dancing on several occasions we kissed and during the last slow dance while he held my ass in his hands and we jousted with our tongues I could easily feel his hard on pressing into my stomach.
As the song ends he takes my hand, and we head out to his car and get in. Before I know where we are at, he pulls up to his place and he leads me inside. As I sit on his couch he heads into the kitchen to make us some drinks and I slip off my heels as I haven't been dancing in quite some time. As he enters his gaze goes immediately to my hose covered toes and I can see his hard on twitch. I rub my legs together a bit so he can hear the rasping noise and he just about drops the drinks. I grin at him and as he sits down I close the distance between us and begin passionately kissing him.
As we kiss his hands are freely roaming all over my hose covered legs and I can tell he is getting more and more excited. I tell him to hold on for a minute, stand up, take his hand, grab my purse and lead him upstairs to his bedroom.
As we enter his bedroom he goes to start feeling me up but I tell him to stop and I seductively remove his clothes. First I slowly unbutton his shirt and pull it off him. Next I drop to my knees, untie his shoes, remove them and his socks and then while longingly looking up at him and licking my lips I reach up for his belt. As I unbuckle it he is beginning to pant rather heavily. I can't tell if it is because of what I am doing or the fact that he can almost see my crotch as my skirt as ridden up.
Once I have his pants off, I hook my thumbs into the waist band of his underwear and pull out and down, slowly so that his cock is gently lowered to my waiting tongue. I give him a quick lick and remove his underwear. I then stand up and go back to my purse and pull out a pair of sheer energy suntan hose and toss them to him. I tell him that since he has such a fetish for pantyhose I want to see how he looks in them. At first I think maybe I've gone too far, but then he just grins and sits down on the bed to put them on. As I watch I realize that this is not his first pair of pantyhose he has worn and smile to myself knowingly.