I was browsing images on my computer, images of women in stockings and suspenders, stylish women in various attires. It wasn't porn or something like that. I just loved to see and feel a woman's legs in nylons and heels. I always had a thing for that. I was looking at a picture of a woman's legs in Cuban-heeled stockings and black mules when I heard her walking into the study. She put her hands on my shoulders as she stood behind me and looked at the computer screen.
"What are you looking at, Babe?" she asked.
"Have you ever worn stockings, Baby?"
"No, Babe. Never."
"Would you?"
"Maybe, I don't know. Would you like me to?"
"Yes, Baby, I would love you to wear stockings."
Then I told her I loved the feel of nylons, the look of them on a woman's legs, how they made her legs look even better. She listened then she kissed me and said: "We shall see."
A couple of weeks had passed, and it was a Friday night when we were getting ready to go out. She told me to get ready in the spare room and to wait for her in the living room while she got ready. I was channel surfing when I heard her heels on the parquet. I clicked the TV off and turned my head towards the door. She told me to close my eyes before I could see her. So, I did. Shortly after, the sounds of her heels placed her in front of me.
"You can open your eyes, Babe."
Wow!"
She looked hot, hotter than I had ever seen her. She smiled and asked what I thought.
"You are gorgeous, Baby, and I noticed immediately that you were wearing nylons. Thank you. You are the best."
"Come to me and feel my nylons on my legs," she said.
I stood up and kissed her softly on her red lips, then dropped to my knees putting my hands gently on her ankles. I ran my fingers up to her knees on her shins then back to her ankles on her calves. When my fingers touched the back of her knees I felt the seams of her nylons, and my heart skipped a beat at the thought she might be wearing seamed stockings. I ran my fingers up her legs again. This time I went higher and higher until I reached the hemline of her dress.
It was a short dress that loosely glided over her body with deep cleavage showing off some of her creamy white breasts and was tied around her neck. She did not stop me, so my hands continued their journey when I discovered she was wearing stockings. I felt the smooth skin of her thighs and the heat of her pussy on my fingertips. That was when she told me to stop.
I stood up and pulled her into my arms noticing her dress did not have a back. I kissed her softly again and told her how hot and sexy she was. My hands were aimlessly caressing her back when one of them slid under the dress and squeezed her naked arse. She told me to stop. Rather reluctantly, I withdrew my hand.
The drive to town was uneventful except for her dress riding up on her thighs, exposing the darker top of her stockings and the clips of her suspender. I kept stealing glances at her legs that she noticed. She told me to focus on the road. I kept putting my hand on her thigh, to which she did not object at the end.
I parked the car in one of the parking houses not far from the restaurant. When I got out, I saw she had not moved at all. I knew she just wanted me to open the door for her, so I rushed around the car to open it then waited for her to step out. She swung one leg out, opening her legs wide enough for me to see not just her skin above her stocking tops but her bare pussy. At that moment the realization hit me; she had nothing on under her dress. I smiled and told her I loved the way she looked as she swung her other leg out and stood up.
"I hope so. I love to be a sexy slut for you," she said.
She walked away from the car and waited for me. I closed the door and took her arm. We walked the short distance to the restaurant frequently stopping for an intimate kiss. We got a lovely little round table on the side, so I moved my chair closer to hers. I glanced at her legs, and I could see the stocking tops showing again. I put my hand on her leg. She looked at me then she kissed me softly.
"You really do have a strong fetish for stocking-covered legs," she said.
"I cannot deny that."
"I started to love wearing them, too. They feel so sexy."
"They do look sexy on you."
"I think I will wear them again."
"Yes, please."
Halfway through our dinner, while we were waiting for our next course, she crossed her legs, turning even more towards me, which caused her dress to hike up enough to show her creamy white skin above her beige stockings. She pushed her foot against my shin. I had a semi-erect cock and it showed. I did bring this fact to her attention.
"We shall make good use of that later," she said with a coy smile.
"I hope so," I whispered.
I was totally absorbed by her, and it took me a while to notice a couple of guys, who dined a bit further to her left, were stealing glances at her. I pointed this out to her saying the boys were enjoying the view she offered them.
"I know, Babe. They've been sneaking glances at me ever since we walked in. Is it okay if I show them a little bit more?"
"Sure, Baby, you know I love your sexy teasing. I think I will even love when you tease strangers."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, my cock says: 'yes'. So, who am I to argue with him?"
She uncrossed her legs, turned towards them, and crossed her legs the other way. The hem of her dress crept above her stocking top. Her golden stiletto mule was dangling on her foot, and her red toes shined through the stocking like a beacon in the night. I could see their attention perked up instantly, and they shamelessly stared at her. She smiled at them, then turned her head towards me and asked me to kiss her. I did, with a soft, lingering kiss that was interrupted by the arrival of our desserts. Once the waitress had left our table, she dipped her finger into the cake and put it in her mouth. It came out clean, and she whispered that this was what was waiting for my cock.
"You are killing me, Baby," I said.
She dipped her finger into her cake again and offered it to me. I took it in my mouth, and slowly she pulled it out. It came out with some cake still on her finger.
"You still have some things to learn, Babe."
"Well, I don't suck cocks, I eat cunt," I replied.
She giggled and dipped her finger into the cake for the third time.
"Watch this," she said.
With that, she turned towards the guys. They were looking at her intently and watching as she parted her red lips and slid her finger into her mouth, then closed her lips around the finger. Shortly after, she seductively pulled her finger out and smiled at them. She uncrossed her legs almost in slow motion and spread them a bit wider than necessary. She turned towards me and crossed her legs the other way, her foot rubbing against my shin. Picking up her glass, she asked me if I liked the tease.
"Yes, Babe. You're driving me crazy with your teasing."
"Let's drink to that," she said.