There are few garments of clothing that have such sexual power as stockings: black, seemed, fishnet, long holdups or whatever, they all arouse and excite. Even women!
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Chapter 1
Sammi had never felt such a beautiful coming together of her emotional and physical needs. She had never experienced such a combination of feelings and sensations. Never before had her mental state so coincided with her physical needs in such an awesomely satisfying and pleasurable manner. Tenderness, caring, sensitivity, being wanted, being needed, belonging, giving and taking, were all there. The feelings went deeper than liking and fancying, maybe they bordered on, or were, love! Every sexually sensitive part of her body was aflame, every inch of her skin was tingling, her breasts felt so full and heavy and her nipples ached with need. It was like one continuous, ongoing orgasm that increased in intensity with time.
It hadn't been like this when she lost her virginity, nor during her two brief love affairs. It also hadn't been anything like this when she and her half-brother Gareth had had sex several times. But she was feeling this amazing amalgam of feelings now, in a threesome with her friends, Claire and Greg.
Chapter 2
Immediately Claire broached the subject, Sammi's mind went back to a long, slightly drunken conversation Claire and she had had just before Sammi finished at uni. a year or so ago.
"I think she's absolutely gorgeous," Claire had said as they watched Helen Mirren in a film on TV.
Greg, Claire's thirty five year old partner was out for the evening, and Sammi and she had been out to dinner. They had 'staggered' back to Claire and Greg's tiny cottage in town near to the university where Sammi was just completing her finals. They had become friends after meeting in cafe where Sammi sometimes went to study. Claire had a degree in English from London. As Sammi was also studying English they had an instant interest in common. From that, their friendship had grown and now included Claire's partner Greg. Sammi occasionally went to dinner at the cottage, the three of them would now and then go out, for Sammi didn't have a boy friend, although both Greg and Claire had offered to 'fix her up' many times, and both of them had visited Sammi at her parent's house in Essex.
Although there was an eight-year age gap between them, Claire and Sammi had always got on very well. "Just like sisters," Claire's mum had said when she met Sammi. Apart from Sammi's, almost natural long, blonde hair, they were similar. Claire had shoulder-length, brown hair with natural auburn tints. They were about the same height, both were slim, size tens, with b to c cup boobs, trim waists, flat tums, nice legs and great bums. 'Two fantastic packages,' Greg had once described them.
"I do too, her and Susan Sarandon are two of my favourite film stars," Sammi had replied.
"Yes I think both are fantastic."
"They're both very ready it seems to get their kit off," Sammi said smiling.
"Well they have got the bodies for that, haven't they?"
"Yes, did you see the photos of Helen in that red bikini?" Sammi asked
"Mmmm, yes and she's sixty you know."
"And I guess SS must be about the same."
Claire paused for a moment as refilled their glasses. "Have you ever seen Hunger?"
"No what's that?"
"A film with Susan Sarandon and Catherine Deneuve."
"How old is it?"
"It must ten or fifteen years, Catherine is a vampire."
"What like Dracula?"
"Sort of, but much more subtle than that," Claire explained.
"I'm not really into that sort of stuff," Sammi explained."
"Oh it wasn't that which made me ask."
"What was it then?"
"It was talking about their bodies, you see rather a lot of hers in it."
"I saw quite a lot in White Tower, I think it was called, she seduces a young guy, very sexy."
"In Hunger she's the one who gets seduced." Claire advised.
"Oh who by?"Sammmi asked.
"Catherine Deneuve."
"Oh are they lesbians then?"
"No not at all, they both just enjoy sex. It's probably the most erotic scene I have ever seen in a film. Watch it on youtube."
"Ok I will, for sure," Sammi said making a mental to do so.
"You ever done anything like that Sam?" Claire asked.
"What with another woman?"
"Yes."
"No I haven't, have you?"
"Yes when I was at uni, nothing serious or heavy."
"I often think about what it would be like though," Sam told her, before they heard Greg's key in the lock and they changed the subject.
Chapter 3.
Sammi had been a slow starter with sex. For no particular reason and certainly not because she was a prude, she had hung on to her cherry until well into her nineteenth year. Losing it hadn't seemed that big a deal and the occasion was certainly nothing that special. Shortly after that, she went to university in Bristol and wasn't that active there either, having only two brief affairs, both with older guys. So, by the age of twenty one, she had only had full sex with three men.
Since her twenty first birthday party just over a year ago, things had changed massively. And she put a lot of that down to wearing stockings. Why? She wasn't sure, but they seemed to do something to her. She wore them under her long ball-gown at her party and she was sure they were the main reason that she and Gareth had full sex that night. She wore them at her graduation when she ended up being fucked by one of her ex tutors. And when she had worn them other times she always seemed to get laid.
Her first taste of sex with Gareth had, coincidentally, been at her eighteenth birthday party. There, he had fingered her to a climax, although at the time, she wasn't completely sure what they were. In the subsequent three years, they had gone further. Sammi had masturbated him, he had sucked her nipples and several times they had both been naked, but they hadn't fucked. That happened, though, at her twenty-first when he had worked out she was wearing stockings. It had been repeated several times since, even though both of them were critically aware of the problems for they both had the same father, Kevin, but different mothers.
As Sammi's interest in, and experience of sex increased during her twenty second year, so she found herself becoming curious about sex with other females. She had thought about it a lot for some time and being a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty, she had been propositioned many times, with several of these being whilst she was at university, including one from a lecturer. She had turned them all down. Again, she was not quite sure why, for she was hellishly curious, and she didn't really have a moral issue with same gender sex. Probably just circumstances and the dykie old birds that had tried it on she smiled ruefully whenever she though about it. She was aware, though, that just as had she had been with Gareth, she was primed for it and felt that sooner or later it would happen. No rush though.
Chapter 3.
She opened her legs wider. He reached behind his legs and grabbed her ankles. Yanking them upward he pushed them over his shoulders. He then surged harder and faster into his wife's stretched and gaping hole.
"That's what you want isn't it?" He asked.
