Almost home…

Posted by admin on February 1, 2010

We had made it almost home, you and I.

I was dressed all in black, complete with my garter-belt and black sheer nylons.  You said you loved how they felt against my thick and creamy thighs.  On the way up the walk you whispered for me to stop… “Raise your skirt, Sephora, ” you huskily breathed.

Without turning around I lifted my black skirt until it rose to just above my stocking tops.  I heard your breath exhale loudly and biting my lip I pulled it a little further up my big round ass.

I heard you moan softly and felt your hand caress my bare skin, then snap my garter against my thigh with a ‘WHAP’!  The sting brought me around to you as a giggle and whine rose from my ruby red lips.  You gazed deeply into my brown eyes and held me there, waiting for what you wanted next…
You stepped back from me and crossed your arms as you simply said, “More Sephora. More…”
Not even inside, yet.  I slowly began to strip, exposing my creamy round breasts to you and whomever else was watching from their front steps.   I went to my knees, my nylon stockings catching on the rough cement and fraying with each movement.

I crawled to you… like a cat… almost purring at the burning I felt coming from your deep blue eyes.  I ran my hands across my thighs and then laid back on the warm cement walk, spreading myself for you.

A simple small groan escaped your lips and I smiled, my hair falling around me like an auburn curtain.   With one hand I beckoned you forward…  “More” was the last thing I heard from your warm wet lips.