Cleaning my closet is such a tiring task. I have to take out each individual piece of clothing and make sure it fits, and if it doesn't, then I usually force it to. I wonder what's in the back...Oh, my god. All my old clothes from my gothic phase! Hah! These are hilarious. Who wears this shit in public? Wow, a fishnet shirt. Hm, that could be interesting. I wonder if that would turn on my man...
Later that evening I was in our tiny room dedicated to the sole purpose of pleasure. I even fought enough to have a stripper pole put in for 'exercise.' Needless to say, we both get much exercise in this room. A big comfy chair with no handles, perfect for straddling, and lights that have all sorts of dimming, this is definitely my favorite room. The curtains are dark red and there's a stony fireplace, giving off a sort of medieval look. This is just the perfect scene for my outfit tonight. I had been horny all day. Half of it I was naked, waiting to try on old clothes that were too tight, which caused my nipples to harden and pussy to get wet. I restrained myself, however, so I could show off my old clothing tonight.
I heard my man open the front door. He must have found my note quickly because he usually announces his presence. I left it on the table right in the entryway.
Cum inside the Private Room for a personal dance by yours truly. Clothing Optional.
It seemed he was too excited to do anything but rush into the room, because all his clothing was still in tact.
There I was, in my highest stripper heels, tiniest black string thong, and fishnet shirt with nothing underneath. My long hair caressed my skin down to my lower back and I stood at the pole with my arms raised, looking like a gift to be devoured. At the sight of my boyfriend, my pussy clenched. The tight thong hugged my ass and was tight enough that I could literally feel myself throb at the sight of him.
All I wanted was his mouth on me, everywhere. Mm, just imagining the pleasure of such a persistent tongue, fucking the inside of my pussy, causing me to writhe and dig my nails into his tight muscles made me even hornier.
"Sit," I commanded him. "Damn baby, I really am in for show."
Walking around the pole, I hooked it with my knee and arched my back, flipping my hair and squeezing my tits. I grinded up and down the pole for a while, loving the sight of his jaw dropping at my new skills. Seeing his cock through his jeans was enough. I couldn't handle the pressure in my pussy anymore.
In my skintight fishnet shirt, my hard nipples were exposed through the holes in the fabric. They beckoned to his mouth, needing his lips wrapped around the throbbing buds. Walking over to him in the chair, I straddled his waist. I ground on his covered hardness wanting escape from his too tight jeans. Arching my back, my chest level with his mouth, I could see his eyes begging for more. He grabbed my back and pulled my tits to his face, tongue out to lick my nipples. Even though I wanted to feel his hot mouth on nipples, pushing them further into his mouth to suck harder, I was not done yet.