she had on her coffee table. Mostly black and white drawings of pretty women of all different body shapes, but pretty arousing to a horny 18yo boy.
When Miss Pullam came back, she had a bottle of wine and two glasses, a bare DVD I couldn't see the title of, a paper Victoria's Secret gift bag,
and she had taken her dress off
. Which left her in just a lacy black bra and pantyhose. And black high heeled shoes she'd put on. She set the wine and glasses on the table, then went over to the DVD player to insert the disc, giving me a nice show from behind as she bent over to do so.
"Would you take off your pants, dear? You might as well get as comfortable as I am. Did you enjoy that book? Never mind, I think I can tell you did!" Picking it back up from where I'd hurriedly put it down, she sat next to me and started leafing through it. "I'm an amateur artist and get inspirations from here. Which of these are you attracted to?"
As she leafed through the book I poured the wine for us, a red this time, and took a good-sized drink. I knew a little more about alcohol now and how much I could drink. As Miss Pullam leafed through the pages I indicated which ones I especially liked, and she put small slips of paper in those pages.
And these weren't just run-of-the-mill artistic nudes: the women were sometimes
doing
things. Sometimes things I didn't quite understand. Like one girl had her hands handcuffed behind her back, which made her breasts jut out nicely. Not metal police-type handcuffs, but some sort of leather cuffs. Another woman had a studded collar on her neck, with a leash attached and leading off to a female hand.
Then some were just plain, but sexy nonetheless. A young woman pushing her breasts up, her lips pursed seductively. An older woman spreading her vagina open for the artist, her tongue licking her upper lip. On the next page a young woman was bent over a dining room table, a definitely-female hand holding a cane that had clearly been applied several times to her bottom already. I indicated to Miss Pullam that I liked that one, as well as some of the others.
A couple more normal drawings, and then the turn of a page showed a woman from just the breasts down, her legs locked into some kind of wooden bar that spread them open. A woman's hand holding a realistic looking dildo was very close to her vagina, just about to penetrate it. I was very aroused by that one, but didn't want to seem weird to Miss Pullam so I didn't say anything, and she turned the page.
Taking the DVD remote in hand, Miss Pullam asked, "Mark, would you turn away and close your eyes for a minute?" Cryptic, but I did it. "You can open them now." When I did I saw on the screen two voluptuous women sitting side by side on the couch, in lacy bras and pantyhose and high heels, rubbing each other's groins through their pantyhose. They started to get excited, moaning and writhing together on the couch. Miss Pullam put her hand on my dick through my boxers, and indicated I should do the same to her. So I did, and we masturbated each other like that for a time.
Then the younger of the women, maybe 20 to the other's 40, stood and worked the pantyhose down off the older woman. Kneeling in front of her, she began to lap at her vagina, which the subject seemed to quite enjoy based on her vocalizations. I looked at Miss Pullam and she gave me a quizzical look, nodding down at herself, indicating she'd like it if I did that to her.
So I did. Pulling her pantyhose down to her ankles, I started gently kissing her private place. She moved herself down on the couch to make it more accessible to me. My dick was plenty hard, but I lightly rubbed it through my boxers to keep it excited.
"Oh Mark, you're quite good at that. Have you had a lot of practice?"
I told her just on Nia; oh, and Keisha. Then thinking whether I should say this or not, but I did, "And on Capri." I was hoping to get some kind of reaction from her, maybe jealousy or something, but she didn't bite.
"Well you're a natural at it, sugar! You're making me feel so good right now." So I increased the intensity and really dove in there, trying to show her what I could do, hoping to make her come on the end of my tongue. This went on for a few minutes, Miss Pullam beginning to writhe and talk dirty like the woman on the screen:
That's it,
and,
That's so good, my pet
. I didn't understand that last one. I could only think of 'pet name'. Maybe there was an error in the script and it had said, "Insert pet name," like
dear
, or
love
, or
honey
, but the actress had misread it.
"Whew, sugar! Come sit next to me again, let me cool off a bit. Take your shorts off if you want." I
did
want! So they were off in a flash, and with my dick now available for Miss Pullam to touch directly, I sat down next to her, my side touching her all up and down. She nonchalantly grabbed my penis and began idly playing with it, so I did likewise to her, running my middle finger gently up the cleft of her sex.
"Mark, do you know what it means to be bisexual?" I said I thought it probably meant a person liked both sexes, men and women, or women and men as the case may be. "Yes, that's it exactly," Miss Pullam said. "Some people enjoy sexual relations with the same gender as much as with the opposite gender. There's nothing wrong with it, as there are many shades of human sexuality. But if two people are comfortable with each other, then they may want to explore pleasuring each other, whatever their genders.
"You may have deduced from the book that I appreciate women's bodies as well as men's, and sometimes have intimate encounters with them." Wow, first the interracial thing, and now Miss Pullam was telling me she was into chicks!
I'd like to watch that sometime! Maybe she'd let me?
She fast forwarded to a scene where the same older woman was sitting on the couch again, but now with a younger man next to her, fully naked. There was some dialogue, and then the woman was putting a pair of black pantyhose on the man as he sat, then getting him to stand so she could pull the upper part all the way over his butt and penis. He looked incredibly hard and really turned on. Especially so when she stood behind him in her high heels, taller than him, rubbing his dick through the sheer material, while feeling and squeezing his butt through it.
"You may think it's shameful for a man to put on woman's clothing, but it's not. It's just exploration, feeling the different materials and articles of clothing. It can heighten the eroticness of an encounter. Like there, she's rubbing her face on his penis through the pantyhose while he stands in front of her; he seems to be enjoying that."
Miss Pullam then let us watch for a while without talking. And it did seem like the man enjoyed the pantyhose, because he kept commenting how silky they felt against his legs and dick, and how sexy he felt wearing them. When he knelt in front of her to go down on her, Miss Pullam jacked me a little faster and asked if I'd like to try that. All of a sudden the Victoria's Secret bag made sense. But I didn't answer right away, still struggling with the concept.
"It doesn't mean he's gay, Mark. He's just trying something new, maybe getting a little sense of what it feels like to be a woman. But he doesn't have to go any farther than that." A pause, then, "Would you like to try some on?"
I looked at Miss Pullam and her face was very open and honest it seemed. I didn't feel like she had anything bad in store for me, like her daughter had the other night. So I said yes and Angela's face lit up, glad I hadn't rejected the idea out of hand. Pulling a pair of black fishnet pantyhose out of the bag, she knelt in front of me and worked them over my feet and up my legs. When she got to where I would have needed to stand or raise up, she held me down with palms on both sides, then leaned in and engulfed my dick in her mouth. Bobbing on it and swirling her tongue inside, she had me close to coming in almost no time.
Sensing that, she had me stand so she could pull them all the way up. Then she had me turn so she could admire her handiwork. I looked down and saw that my legs actually looked good in the hose. Almost like a girl's legs, if a bit more muscular. Angela turned me toward the screen and got behind me and teased my cock and balls through the pantyhose as the lady on-screen had done earlier. The man was now on his knees in front of her, her pantyhose pulled down, him lapping her up contentedly.
Miss Pullam then pulled hers back down and sat on the couch, inviting me to do the same to her. I did eagerly, realizing that this new sensation did indeed excite me more than I'd been before. But after only a few minutes of doing this, Miss Pullam pulled me back up to the couch to let me see the scene playing out. The woman was holding up a shiny black camisole by its spaghetti straps, asking the man if he'd like to try it on. He did of course, and the woman admired him effusively, rubbing his nipples through the silky fabric, playing with his dick through the pantyhose. All of which seemed to excite him even further.
Miss Pullam paused the movie there and looked at me quizzically, but didn't say anything. Realizing where this was going and what she wanted me to say (I really did want to try it for some reason), I asked if she had one of those for me. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she reached back into the Victoria's Secret bag and pulled out a very similar black silky camisole. I raised my hands above my head as I'd seen the man do, and she draped it down over me. Then she massaged my nipples through the soft material, asking if that felt good.
It certainly did, even more so when she moved one hand down to my throbbing dick. Asking her to restart the movie to let me see what the man was going to do next, I pushed her back on the couch and knelt in front of her and began lapping her up again. She started the movie and I heard that same thing playing out there. The woman soon asked if he liked her black high heels, and he said he did. He then took one of her feet in his hands and proceeded to kiss the top of it all over, and then went down to the toes, sucking them individually.
I wasn't sure about this new thing, but it seemed to be what Miss Pullam wanted, so I did my best to mimic the man. I found her feet smelling very good, and even when I sucked her pinky toe into my mouth it tasted good, not like gym socks or anything. With my mouth busy there, I snaked my hand up to her pussy and continued to pleasure her there. Her moans and squirms told me I must be doing a pretty good job.
"Would you like a pair of your own," the lady on the screen was asking. She was holding up a similar pair of black high heels, probably 4 inch stilettos. The man said (rather too excitedly I thought), that he would. So I looked at Miss Pullam expectantly, and when her gaze flitted to the bag I knew she had some for me also. So I just nodded yes, and giggling happily she retrieved them. Black and shiny like hers, a thin strap to buckle around the ankle, and a slightly thicker one over the arch area, leaving the toes exposed.
