It finally happened!
My boyfriend (I'll call him Jack) and I have a steamy sex life. It teeters on the extreme at times. One of the things we like to do is wear erotic lingerie under our conservative clothes while we go out in public. It's a heart-throbbing turn on for us.
This night he's wearing black jeans with no underwear and a white tux shirt with a single black stud in the top buttonhole. I'm wearing a 2 piece business suit, black with white pin stripes, and a red satin blouse, sans a bra. My vented hemline comes up to mid-thigh and I'm wearing a pair of Victoria's Secret sheer black pantyhose with the cotton panel sliced open – no underwear – I'm fully exposed six inches away above my hemline. It's a cool autumn night, so I'm wearing my black leather boots. I'm tingling with arousal.
We're driving to an English pub a short distance from where I live. We enter and go to a hightop in a semi-private corner near the bar... subdued lighting. I was getting a little frisky after a few drinks and had worked Jack's stiff cock from his jeans. I lazily stroke it under the table as I whisper some erotic comments in his ear. When his sweet, sticky nectar appears, I put some on my fingertip. I bring it to my lips... applying it like I would some lip gloss. The taste and scent of his arousal is driving me wild. My pussy's getting wet. His hand strokes my legs up and down... fingertips gliding effortlessly on the silkiness of my nylons.
He leans into me... whispering in my ear. I feel his warm breath on my neck as his fingers continue their work on my inner thighs. He's whispering an erotic story to me; a tale of fantasy and sexual indulgence. He's wrapping the story around our dark pub setting and involving various people at the bar who are oblivious to our mounting excitement. I close my eyes as my chest heaves with arousal.
He's whispering to me a few of men at the bar are watching our reflection in the large mirror behind the bar. They're sipping their pints of Guinness while taking in our erotic foreplay. My eyes stay closed as Jack weaves the tale of voyeurism. They watch Jack's hand caressing higher up my thigh... watching me spread my legs apart under the table... losing myself in the moment... They're getting excited seeing the sexy sheen of my sheer stockings shimmer in the dim light. They watch... as my chest heaves in labored breaths... my firm tits pushing against the satin sheen of my tight blouse... nipples hard. They see Jack's fingers stroke higher up my thigh and make contact with my mound. They see my exposed pale flesh contrast with my black stockings. I imagine their labored breathing when they first realize my pussy is fully exposed as I ease my legs apart for Jack's fingers. They watch in a trance as I continue to slowly pump Jack's cock up and down under the table.
Jack whispers that some of them are now gazing in our direction... watching me move my hips forward to get Jack's fingers into me... to spread me. He describes the growing bulges in their jeans as they sip their foamy suds.
Jack breathlessly continues the story in my ear as his fingertips caress my sweltering opening through the vent in my pantyhose. He pauses and takes out one of his business cards from his shirt pocket. He quickly scribbles something on the back. He throws some money on the table and takes my hand pulling me past the men at the bar. I think I see him passing his card to one of the guys as we walk by.
As we leave I notice the men's attention is glued to my sexy legs and vented skirt as we walk out. I sense them watching us as we walk to our car in front of the pub. They breathe deeply as I pour my legs into the car... my skirt falling away along the vent... exposing the sleek long sexiness of my legs... nylons shimmering... I glance over to them licking my lips while I wink at them... I imagine their cocks throbbing for release from their tight jeans as Jack slams the door.
Jack gets in and drives off. I immediately slide over to undo his zipper while he drives. His cock is throbbing hot as I lick the nectar off the tip. It's gooey and sticky. I feel his excitement. My mind is awash in the image of having his cock pumping into me... spreading me apart... at the bar... while the men watch our reflection in the mirror. I imagine them watching me get fucked... some of them unzipping and releasing themselves... stroking their thick, hard cocks... burning with desire to have me... to penetrate me... to fill my openings and pump me full of hot, sticky ropes of cum.
I almost have an orgasm from my torrid thoughts as Jack pulls into my driveway. He removes his fingertips from messaging my button and opens the door. We run up the walkway and go inside. He opens some champagne as I light a bunch of candles in the bedroom. He walks in with two glasses full and pins me against the wall. Our bodies intertwine as we rub and caress ourselves together. We slither over to the fluffy, king-sized bed. We kiss torridly as we grope at our clothes. Shadows dance on the walls from the flickering candles. I look down at the sexy sheen of my stockings as Jack kisses his way down my body to my inner thighs... kissing... licking a little higher... hot breath through the vent in my stockings... his warm tongue easing out... making contact with my outer folds... He lightly pulls at the wisps of hair on my exposed mound... his tongue eases into me... lapping at my oozing excitement...
He eases my legs together and pulls my skirt down. He comes up and unbuttons me... licking at my nipples as he removes my blouse. My chest heaves. He sucks on one nipple... then the other. I perk up. He works his way higher... kissing my chest... my neck... behind one ear... then the other... then to my lips... hot breath... tongue... probing into me. Arousal.
He stops and presses me back onto the bed. I don't move. He goes to my dresser and pulls out some lingerie along with some of my stockings. He tosses them around me on the bed. He comes to me and takes my hand pulling me into a sitting position. He straddles my lap and feeds me his thick cock. It throbs as I kiss it... licking at his pre-cum... he slides down my throat... a deep moan.
After a minute, he leads me from the bed and stands me up gathering my pantyhose higher up my hips to my midriff. My pussy is blazing seeking to be filled. He whispers in my ear to close my eyes and keep them closed or he will stop and leave. I do as I'm told. He pulls my arms over my head and grinds me against the wall next to my bed. He kisses my waiting lips. I feel his hard cock between my thighs as he kisses me. It's at my opening making contact with my wetness. I moan with pleasure... with anticipation...
I feel him reaching over to the bed rummaging through the lingerie. I feel the delicate fabric of something soft and silky caressing over my breasts and shoulders. His cock continues to stimulate me between my thighs. I feel him raise my arms and put something over my left hand. He gathers it over my hand and slithers it down my arm. It feels like a pair of my pantyhose. He repeats his work with my right arm gathering and pulling... a little on the right... then the left... pulling the silky fabric down to the top of my head. He pulls the stretchy material of a vented pair of pantyhose over my head, then my shoulders... slithering it further over my breasts and down further until they overlap with the stockings I have on.
I open my eyes briefly to catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I see Jack used a pair of my midnight-black sheer-to-waist pantyhose that match the ones I have on. The candlelight makes my homemade bodystocking glisten with the sheen of the sheer nylons. I close my eyes quickly before Jack notices.
