My knees wobbled a little in the shoes as he continued to run his hands over the crotch of my cotton panties. I felt his warm mouth kissing my thighs and a small scream escaped my lips. I hoped I didn't alarm anyone. I was in no trouble nor did I need any rescuing at this particular moment. He stopped his lovely work on my thighs long enough to retrieve my purse and keys from my car. He activated the lock on my car as he took my hand leading me to his Jeep. He helped me to climb into the Jeep before taking his place behind the steering wheel. I had no clue where he was taking me and honestly I did not care one bit. I wasn't that scared anymore and I wasn't nervous as I thought I should have been. We didn't speak during the drive but the tension inside the Jeep was thick and heavy. My cotton panties were slowly turning to silk the longer they hugged against me. I kept reliving his touch in my mind and it forced any notion of fear from my head. I wanted to be wherever he was taking me. I slipped the hairpins holding my bun together out of my hair. The soft red hair fell to my shoulders as I eased the first three buttons of my blouse open. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he drove. I ran my fingers through my hair careful to do it as seductively as possible. His hand not on the steering wheel dropped to his pants as he shifted uncomfortably again. I let my fingers slip inside my blouse carefully outlining the lace on my bra. He hurriedly pulled into a driveway putting the Jeep in park before pulling me to his side of the vehicle. I tried to brace myself as his tongue invaded my mouth and his hands went straight for my blouse.
He anxiously unbuttoned the remaining buttons grabbing at my breasts. I cried out as his hands snaked underneath my underwire bra. His touch was so soft and gentle that I felt my legs begin to shake with the beginnings of an orgasm I had not reached by myself. Sensing this, one hand slid underneath my skirt pressing hard against that favorite spot. My eyes rolled back into my head as he gently kneaded the area. I could feel what was happening becoming lightheaded I grabbed at the steering wheel. The explosion was so great I almost ripped the steering wheel from the column. I was pretty sure his neighbors or other humans in the area could hear my cries of pleasure from the Jeep. When he opened the door to the Jeep my legs were shaking with aftershocks of a wonderful orgasm. I could walk in the heels! Yes! My confidence was through the roof especially when I noticed how hard he was in his jeans.
The fabric strained against him and as soon as we entered the house I turned to him. I reached for the button slipping it back threw the loop and slowly slid his zipper down. This gave him some breathing room down below but his breathing up top became erratic. I kept my eyes on him as I slipped my hand inside the jeans. He did his best to meet my eyes but the more I stroked the more he lost the staring competition. There was no kissing for now just this intense super close display of foreplay at its finest. He pulled my hand from his jeans leading me to a bedroom. I pushed him down on the bed standing before him. I let the white shirt fall to the floor as he watched my every move intently. I unzipped the skirt from the back letting it hit the floor before kicking it away from me. I unclasped my bra carefully covering my breasts as I did. He removed his jeans much to my delight. I let my hand slip inside my dampened panties.
"This is how I usually do it alone," I murmured. He watched as I teased myself with one hand and continued cupping my breasts with my other arm. When he could stand it no longer he pulled me down on the bed quickly slipping the dampened panties off me.
"Let me do this," he whispered softly replacing my hand with his. I took my now idle hand and placed it on him stroking him lightly. My mind was an empty field. There were no worries, no concerns just pleasure and lots of it. I wasn't sure when it happened but he was completely naked as was I save for the stockings. He presided over my body as both judge and jury. I felt his balmy breath on my legs against the stockings and it drove me insane. I wanted to feel him inside me and I couldn't wait. He took his time slipping the stocking off one leg at a time with his mouth. He ran the nylon between my legs and I cried out. He repeated this move with the other stocking and my body began to vibrate literally. His entry was slow at first but that was short-lived as he thrust with enough vigor to physically move us both up the bed. I shrieked loudly as he thrust over and over. His voice was harsh and rough as he plowed into me.
"Fuck me back," he growled. My body instinctively obeyed his command and began thrashing against him. As I counter-fucked him it drove him crazier. He kept growling for me to "fuck him harder" I obliged morphing into this sex goddess. I flipped him over riding him better than the Lone Ranger ever could have rode Silver.
"Fuck me harder," he screamed. I reached for the stocking soaked in my juices and stuffed it in his mouth. He was in pure ecstasy as I rode him moving at the speed of light. His muffled screams served as my fuel to move faster and fuck harder. When we climaxed in unison I removed the stocking to hear his screams mix with my own. We collapse into a ball of sweat and fast beating hearts. There are no words for this moment only sleep and we both succumbed to its wishes.
Someone touching me startles me awake. I don't remember where I am or who is with me. My memories are from the day before and nothing after that. I try to focus my eyes in the darkened room where I am laying naked on a bed with someone breathing next to me. I move slightly to determine how much space I really have around me. I can't see a thing and it adds to my fear. A hand is on me and I jump when it moves down the length of my hips. I feel hot breath on the back of my neck and goose bumps raise on my flesh. Like thunder and lightening I feel it before I see it and he is inside me moving fast and quick, my body tenses. My memory reboots itself and it all comes flooding back. I tell myself it is okay to enjoy this and I do. He forces me to my stomach and fucks me until there are no words; there are no sounds, only soft tears of absolute delight. The convulsions I appear to be having are contagious as his body shakes violently on top of me. I realize he is having a massive orgasm and he can't find words either just a collection of syllables. I am wrapped up in his arms we are still shaking in silent agreement to the power of our sex. I don't know what to say or what to do, holding him seems to be the answer for now.
"Can I help you Miss?" The clerk asked. I am standing amongst a plethora of stockings in that store. You know the one with the whips. I am not sure how long I have been standing here surrounded by the large variety of gartered stockings. My mind instinctively retreated to that very moment when I became a very loyal customer to this place. I hand her my selections and walk with her to the register.
"That is a beautiful ring," she says as she accepts my credit card. I follow her eyes to my left hand's ring finger. The jewel seems to know it's being discussed and twinkles in response to the lavish attention.
"Thanks! My husband has great tastes," I said smiling deviously.
