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A complete work of fiction with no reality except the yearning for a time long past.
Greta was still wearing her full brief nylon panties as my hard cock bottomed out inside of her. I looked down at her as she looked into my eyes with a wanton look of lust and passion. I heard her moan softly and say, “Yes Larry, just like that, I want to cum on your cock.”
I needed no encouragement but her words brought me close to that point of no return. I had been sexually charged over Greta since we had met in the diner. For some unknown reason she seemed like someone I must have met years ago. But the 40 years difference in our age told me that was not possible. Yet the way she dressed and the way she reacted to me seemed like the early days of my budding sexuality.
Greta met each thrust of my cock with movement in her hips to provided additional stimulation. I looked down between us soaking in the vision of her femininity. Her soft smooth skin was flawless except where her panty girdle had left telltale marks around her waist. Her silky white panty started just below those marks the girdle left. The glimmer of the silky nylon as it moved with us was sensuous and erotic in my mind. Her words of encouragement as well as my sexually charged mind spurred my continued steady rhythm.
Greta moaned again and I felt her hands pull at my hips and her heels locked behind my knees. I felt a tremor in her body, something akin to a slight earthquake that shakes but does no damage. I had no doubt this signaled her orgasm was near. I ground my cock deep inside of her and knew that my pelvis was grinding against her clit. I looked at her face as her eyes closed and she made a humming sound. I could feel a gush of fluid around my cock and knew she was cumming.
I bent and kissed her lips as I held tight against her. I felt her rock her hips and broke the kiss and began thrusting fast and hard in her. She had signaled her need and I wanted to comply with the urgency I sensed. I felt her shudder several times and then her eyes opened slightly, just slits in her head and she smiled. “Did you cum,” she asked, “because I did.”
“I know you did,” I said, “I am close are you sure I don’t need to…”
She pressed a finger to my lips, “fill me up, fill me with your cum.”
I thrust twice more and my tip expanded, my balls tightened, and I sent my thick cum jetting deep inside of her. “Umm, that feels wonderful,” Greta said, “I love feeling you fill me with your seed.”
“I am afraid we made a mess of your panties,” I said as my spent cock slipped out of her and I could feel our mingled fluids follow my tip out of her pussy. I looked down and saw her panty slip back over her pussy and it became translucent with the gush of fluid.
“I have more,” she said with a grin. “Perhaps when I change you can help me pick out something to sleep in, or should we sleep naked?”
I had not planned on sleeping over, yet it was a Friday and no work tomorrow. The only thing I had to go home to was my computer screen and porn. Lying here under me was a real flesh and blood woman that wanted me in her bed. It was painfully obvious in my mind that it had been several years since I had been with a woman. “Why would I not want to stay,” I thought with a grin.
“What?” Greta asked, “You’re smiling.”
“I know,” I whispered as I bent and kissed her tenderly. “I had not thought ahead to staying over with you. In fact I had not thought for a second that this would lead to us being in your bed. “
I kissed her again, not a tender kiss like before, but one with plenty of parted lips and tongue. “Of course I will stay, and I’d love to help you pick out panties to sleep in. If you sleep in something I get the pleasure of disrobing you in the morning.”
I rolled off her and moved close to her soft warm body. My hand ran from her tummy to her breasts. I loved toying with her nipples and then I moved down her tummy and traced a line around the marks left by the girdle. “Can I tell you a secret?” I asked.
“I think I know the secret, but yes tell me.” Greta said as she looked in my eyes.
“I had, well have this thing about women wearing girdles.” I admitted.
“I thought so, the moment I felt your hand bump my butt and I turned to look at you I could read something in your expression. I don’t pretend to be a mind reader. But something in your expression told me you knew something about me that the average man wouldn’t have picked up on.”
“I guess I wouldn’t make a very good poker player would I?” I said with a smile. “It was a long time ago I met a girl and we did what was called petting in those days. Her hands were all over me but not before mine had been all over her. Our heated play ended up with me having my hand up her skirt. She was wearing a long leg panty girdle with hose and loved feeling the garments on her. And when my hand went between her legs it was a girdle with a split crotch…”
“And beneath that,” Greta said, “were her panties and I’ll bet nylon panties that were wet with her arousal.”
“How would you know that?” I asked.
“I know because it happened to me in the exact same way.” She said. “Now it is my time to share a part of my secret. I have been in love with foundation garments since I was very young. My mother had a huge number of girdles and bras and shared them with me as I grew up enough to have them fit. When she passed they became mine. Does that sound creepy?” Greta asked as she finished telling her secret.
“Not at all,” I said tracing a line on her leg left by the girdle. “Is that is where you got the girdle you wore today?”
“Yes, that is where all of mine came from.” She said “It is impossible to find anything like them in today’s garment industry. Many of mine are so fragile I hate wearing them on a daily basis. When they are gone I will be sad.”
Greta rolled over on top of me pressing her nylon panty covered pelvis against me. “I need to shower, will you join me?” She whispered.
Our shower lasted until the hot water was gone and we were forced out by the chill from cold water. My hands never left her body the entire time and she did the same to me. I apologized for the lack of a second erection, “I need time to recover.” I said, “There was a time in my younger years where I would have you pinned against the wall with my cock buried deep inside you. The will is still there but age does slow me down.”
“No apology is necessary,” Greta said as she rubbed a towel across my chest, “We have the morning, right?”
“If you are still in need,” I said as my hand slid between her legs, “My fingers and tongue are at your service.”
“I will wait for you to recover,” Greta said as she led me by the hand to the second bedroom. “I want to show you something,” she said and opened the door to a room filled with every description of lingerie one could imagine. “I have often heard it argued that only men have a lingerie fetish. They are wrong,” She said as she revealed her collection bra and girdle display mannequins from the 1950’s and 60’s clad in vintage foundations and racks of nightgowns and slips.
“I was surprised you weren’t wearing a slip today,” I said, “I thought you might not have one.”
“I don’t have one, I think there are over 50 of them on the racks. But none of them fit my mood today. I hate admitting it but I wanted to see if anyone noticed I was wearing a girdle. I knew it would show through the thin knit skirt I was wearing.” She turned looking up at me, “And I found one person that knew, care to guess who it was?”
I blushed, “I don’t need to guess.”
“I find this like going shopping,” Greta said as she pushed hangers across the rack with nightgowns.
“What is your pleasure?” she asked. “Do you like pink, violet, blue, ivory, or maybe just white.” She said as she pushed each gown of that color down the rack.
“I think ivory. It will go with your hair and those pretty brown eyes.” I said as I pulled a simple knee length gown off the rack. The top was covered in lace with short puffy sleeves and I noticed a panty hanging inside of it.
Greta held it up to her, “you like?” She didn’t wait for an answer, “Why don’t you get us a glass of wine from the kitchen while I get this on, it will let me make a grand entrance,” she said with a sweet smile.
Greta did make that grand entrance, twirling the full gown letting it wrap seductively around her knees as she stopped moving. The gown was almost sheer letting the light shine through and showing her perfect silhouette through the ivory fabric. I could see the panty through the fabric and knew it must be heavier nylon because was not a hint of a shadow of her pubic hair.
We shared a glass of wine and then got under the blankets. In the dark I could feel her warmth against me, her gentle curves lying close to me was comforting and kept my mind aroused even though I was out of commission until morning. I had my arm under her head as her hand traced lines across my chest. I drifted off to sleep with my head filled with her scent.
I woke to the scent of coffee and the sound of the coffee maker hissing the last bit of water through its inner workings promising a dark rich beverage to start the day. As my eyes opened there was a momentary confusion that comes from a change in bedrooms. My eyes focused on a table lamp beside me, white porcelain with a trail of delicate flowers along the front. I detected a sweet musky scent of perfume and yes the scent of recent sex between a man and a woman. These scents filled my head and the warmth of a body spooned behind me told me I was not in my bed at home.
The fog cleared from my mind and I remembered Greta and the promise of more sexual passion in the morning. My erection was, as it always was in the morning, standing proud and throbbing. I rolled onto my back and Greta moved and rolled back against me. Her nightgown was as soft as silk and my fingers touched her thigh and her leg moved over the top of mine.
I felt her knee rub over my erection and she whispered, “I think you have recovered,” and she rolled on top of me. Her gown slipped across my bare body and the feel of the slippery nylon encouraged my mind to fill with lust instead of the desire to piss away a good erection. Our lips met, tenderly at first. “A good morning kiss,” I thought as I wrapped my arms around her. Then a lover’s kiss, a kiss filled with passion and desire.
Greta raised up on her elbows, “I trust you slept well.” She said. “You didn’t move when I got up to make coffee, I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No, I am usually up early, what time is it?” I asked not able to see the clock radio that was on her side of the bed.
“It is time for you to fuck me Larry,” she said with a grin. “I want to feel you inside of me again. Only I want to be on top of you, I hope you don’t mind.”
“It appears you are already on top of me, I have no complaints,” I said as I ran my hands down across her ass. Her panties were gone, there was no waistband to touch, and the gown molded to her ass. Her girdle had hidden the wonderful shape of her rounded butt.
Greta rolled off of me and standing beside the bed she pulled the nightgown off over her head. I watched as the ivory curtain rose slowly revealing her naked form to me. My cock ached for her attention as I watched her hairy pussy come into view. I could see the separation of her labia and wanted desperately to run my hand along her slit and find her clit. Then the gown rose above her nearly flat tummy and at last her breasts came into view.
I had admired them last night, but in this morning light they were all that a man could desire. They were perfectly formed with areola and nipple a few shades darker than her pale skin. The sag was as expected yet her figure was still that of a young woman that worked to stay fit. The gown dropped to the floor in a puddle of nylon that looked almost liquid against the carpeting. I pulled her back onto the bed with my hands finding all the erogenous zones that would lead to our copulation.
I smiled thinking, “why would I use such a clinical word to describe having sex with this woman?” And again Greta saw that thoughtful smile.
“Do you know you have the most expressive looks on your face?” she asked, “What just went through your mind?”
“I just thought, I want to fuck that young woman until she can’t take it anymore,” I lied. I did not want to admit that sometimes words come to my mind that doesn’t exactly fit the situation.
My hand found her slit wet and her labia swollen with anticipation. I ran my fingers along her folds of flesh and felt her tremble with pleasure and anticipation. Greta rolled onto her back and I got between her legs, planting kisses up each leg. Her body quivered with each little kiss. There was no doubt that she wanted the same thing I wanted.
I wanted to taste her, to know her scent and feel her body respond to my lips and tongue. My fingers slid over her hair, un-groomed and thick. I looked up as she raised her head, “I should have shaved,” she said.
“I don’t think so,” I said and spread her lips apart to reveal her dark red gash covered in her creamy arousal. I started with my tongue and got to her clit and gently sucked it into my mouth. It was swollen and rubbery and I could tell it was very sensitive. The slightest touch of my tongue sent a shiver up her spine and goose bump formed on her smoothly shaved legs.
“Ohh Larry, it has been so long since a man did that to me,” she said. “They all expect a blow job but rarely do they want to bring me to the edge that way.” I felt her hands on my head as she thrust her pelvis up. She moaned softly and then I felt that tremble in her body. Just like last night she had reached the point of the cascade of pleasure and emotion that would result in an orgasm.
When she relaxed I rolled onto my back beside her and pulled her on top of me. “There is no nightgown between us,” I said as I felt her straddle me and wiggle until my cock was pressed between her labia. She was hot and slick and she looked into my eyes, “I said I wanted you to fuck me, perhaps you will find that it is me that is going to fuck you.”
As she finished saying that I felt her pussy slip onto my cock in one swift motion. She pulled her knees up beside me and holding herself up with outstretched arms she rocked against my cock. “Fasten your seatbelt Larry, this is going to be a bumpy ride.” Greta said imitating Bette Davis in the movie “All About Eve.”
Greta began shifting her hips and rocking against my cock like a woman possessed. Her tits swayed back and forth as I felt her arousal wet my entire crotch. She had this look of deep concentration and it wasn’t a couple minutes before she shoved her pelvis all the way back on my cock and was racked by another orgasm. When she started to move again she looked down at me, “did I ever mention I am multi orgasmic?” and smiled as she picked up the pace again.
I was not the best morning guy when it came to sex. I usually needed to take a pee and then get back up but this morning she was taking me before that trip to the bathroom. The urge to pee ended at her first orgasm on my cock, but the third one I was nearing the point of no return.
I humped up into her as she began raising up off of me instead of rocking back and forth. The only sound in the room was our bodies slapping together and then in one blinding moment I groaned and pulled her down tight against my cock and filled her full. We were both out of breath as she flopped down on top of me.
“We’re going to need a shower,” she whispered as she pulled off of my spent cock. “Wow,” she said, I lost count.”
“I wasn’t counting,” I said, “I was holding on to make sure I stayed with you.” And smiled as she lay on my chest, and I felt her heart pounding in her chest. I wondered if she could feel mine.
We showered and I got dressed and said, “I will let you get dressed.”
“I’d rather you stayed,” Greta said, “I did a little strip tease for you last night now I’d like to show it to you in reverse.
I sat in a chair in her room and watched as she pulled pantyhose out of a drawer. Setting on a bench she crossed her legs and pulled the gathered up hose over her toes. “No panties?” I asked with a smile.
“Not today, but wait and I will show you why.”
Watching her slide the hose over her calf made me think of my first girlfriend. She always wore nylon stockings and it took her forever to get them just so. Greta’s hands moved expertly and deliberately with little need for adjustment of the hose and then uncrossed her legs and bent starting them on her other foot.
Her breasts hung between her arms and I felt my cock struggle to respond. It was a surprise to me but then she was a very arousing young woman. As she stood she pulled each leg equal amounts up her thighs and finished by pulling the panty high above her waistline. I knew by looking these were not control topped hose and were sheer enough to show her hairy patch. My cock continued to respond.
She selected a lace soft cup bra and I loved watching her bend over to adjust her boobs in each cup. She looked up while bent over, “Are you enjoying the show?” she said with a grin and adjust the other boob.
“Now for the crowning touch,” she said as she pulled out a white garment from her drawer. It was the cutest short leg girdle one could imagine. It had a pretty satin panel on the front and back. I loved the way it fit between her legs and when she slipped on her blouse and turned I admired the fit across her butt.
She stepped into her skirt and as she walked over to me said, “I want to go shopping, I need some new panties and bras and you can help me with that.”
Greta was still wearing her full brief nylon panties as my hard cock bottomed out inside of her. I looked down at her as she looked into my eyes with a wanton look of lust and passion. I heard her moan softly and say, “Yes Larry, just like that, I want to cum on your cock.”
I needed no encouragement but her words brought me close to that point of no return. I had been sexually charged over Greta since we had met in the diner. For some unknown reason she seemed like someone I must have met years ago. But the 40 years difference in our age told me that was not possible. Yet the way she dressed and the way she reacted to me seemed like the early days of my budding sexuality.
Greta met each thrust of my cock with movement in her hips to provided additional stimulation. I looked down between us soaking in the vision of her femininity. Her soft smooth skin was flawless except where her panty girdle had left telltale marks around her waist. Her silky white panty started just below those marks the girdle left. The glimmer of the silky nylon as it moved with us was sensuous and erotic in my mind. Her words of encouragement as well as my sexually charged mind spurred my continued steady rhythm.
Greta moaned again and I felt her hands pull at my hips and her heels locked behind my knees. I felt a tremor in her body, something akin to a slight earthquake that shakes but does no damage. I had no doubt this signaled her orgasm was near. I ground my cock deep inside of her and knew that my pelvis was grinding against her clit. I looked at her face as her eyes closed and she made a humming sound. I could feel a gush of fluid around my cock and knew she was cumming.
I bent and kissed her lips as I held tight against her. I felt her rock her hips and broke the kiss and began thrusting fast and hard in her. She had signaled her need and I wanted to comply with the urgency I sensed. I felt her shudder several times and then her eyes opened slightly, just slits in her head and she smiled. “Did you cum,” she asked, “because I did.”
“I know you did,” I said, “I am close are you sure I don’t need to…”
She pressed a finger to my lips, “fill me up, fill me with your cum.”
I thrust twice more and my tip expanded, my balls tightened, and I sent my thick cum jetting deep inside of her. “Umm, that feels wonderful,” Greta said, “I love feeling you fill me with your seed.”
“I am afraid we made a mess of your panties,” I said as my spent cock slipped out of her and I could feel our mingled fluids follow my tip out of her pussy. I looked down and saw her panty slip back over her pussy and it became translucent with the gush of fluid.
“I have more,” she said with a grin. “Perhaps when I change you can help me pick out something to sleep in, or should we sleep naked?”
I had not planned on sleeping over, yet it was a Friday and no work tomorrow. The only thing I had to go home to was my computer screen and porn. Lying here under me was a real flesh and blood woman that wanted me in her bed. It was painfully obvious in my mind that it had been several years since I had been with a woman. “Why would I not want to stay,” I thought with a grin.
“What?” Greta asked, “You’re smiling.”
“I know,” I whispered as I bent and kissed her tenderly. “I had not thought ahead to staying over with you. In fact I had not thought for a second that this would lead to us being in your bed. “
I kissed her again, not a tender kiss like before, but one with plenty of parted lips and tongue. “Of course I will stay, and I’d love to help you pick out panties to sleep in. If you sleep in something I get the pleasure of disrobing you in the morning.”
I rolled off her and moved close to her soft warm body. My hand ran from her tummy to her breasts. I loved toying with her nipples and then I moved down her tummy and traced a line around the marks left by the girdle. “Can I tell you a secret?” I asked.
“I think I know the secret, but yes tell me.” Greta said as she looked in my eyes.
“I had, well have this thing about women wearing girdles.” I admitted.
“I thought so, the moment I felt your hand bump my butt and I turned to look at you I could read something in your expression. I don’t pretend to be a mind reader. But something in your expression told me you knew something about me that the average man wouldn’t have picked up on.”
“I guess I wouldn’t make a very good poker player would I?” I said with a smile. “It was a long time ago I met a girl and we did what was called petting in those days. Her hands were all over me but not before mine had been all over her. Our heated play ended up with me having my hand up her skirt. She was wearing a long leg panty girdle with hose and loved feeling the garments on her. And when my hand went between her legs it was a girdle with a split crotch…”
“And beneath that,” Greta said, “were her panties and I’ll bet nylon panties that were wet with her arousal.”
“How would you know that?” I asked.
“I know because it happened to me in the exact same way.” She said. “Now it is my time to share a part of my secret. I have been in love with foundation garments since I was very young. My mother had a huge number of girdles and bras and shared them with me as I grew up enough to have them fit. When she passed they became mine. Does that sound creepy?” Greta asked as she finished telling her secret.
“Not at all,” I said tracing a line on her leg left by the girdle. “Is that is where you got the girdle you wore today?”
“Yes, that is where all of mine came from.” She said “It is impossible to find anything like them in today’s garment industry. Many of mine are so fragile I hate wearing them on a daily basis. When they are gone I will be sad.”
Greta rolled over on top of me pressing her nylon panty covered pelvis against me. “I need to shower, will you join me?” She whispered.
Our shower lasted until the hot water was gone and we were forced out by the chill from cold water. My hands never left her body the entire time and she did the same to me. I apologized for the lack of a second erection, “I need time to recover.” I said, “There was a time in my younger years where I would have you pinned against the wall with my cock buried deep inside you. The will is still there but age does slow me down.”
“No apology is necessary,” Greta said as she rubbed a towel across my chest, “We have the morning, right?”
“If you are still in need,” I said as my hand slid between her legs, “My fingers and tongue are at your service.”
“I will wait for you to recover,” Greta said as she led me by the hand to the second bedroom. “I want to show you something,” she said and opened the door to a room filled with every description of lingerie one could imagine. “I have often heard it argued that only men have a lingerie fetish. They are wrong,” She said as she revealed her collection bra and girdle display mannequins from the 1950’s and 60’s clad in vintage foundations and racks of nightgowns and slips.
“I was surprised you weren’t wearing a slip today,” I said, “I thought you might not have one.”
“I don’t have one, I think there are over 50 of them on the racks. But none of them fit my mood today. I hate admitting it but I wanted to see if anyone noticed I was wearing a girdle. I knew it would show through the thin knit skirt I was wearing.” She turned looking up at me, “And I found one person that knew, care to guess who it was?”
I blushed, “I don’t need to guess.”
“I find this like going shopping,” Greta said as she pushed hangers across the rack with nightgowns.
“What is your pleasure?” she asked. “Do you like pink, violet, blue, ivory, or maybe just white.” She said as she pushed each gown of that color down the rack.
“I think ivory. It will go with your hair and those pretty brown eyes.” I said as I pulled a simple knee length gown off the rack. The top was covered in lace with short puffy sleeves and I noticed a panty hanging inside of it.
Greta held it up to her, “you like?” She didn’t wait for an answer, “Why don’t you get us a glass of wine from the kitchen while I get this on, it will let me make a grand entrance,” she said with a sweet smile.
Greta did make that grand entrance, twirling the full gown letting it wrap seductively around her knees as she stopped moving. The gown was almost sheer letting the light shine through and showing her perfect silhouette through the ivory fabric. I could see the panty through the fabric and knew it must be heavier nylon because was not a hint of a shadow of her pubic hair.
We shared a glass of wine and then got under the blankets. In the dark I could feel her warmth against me, her gentle curves lying close to me was comforting and kept my mind aroused even though I was out of commission until morning. I had my arm under her head as her hand traced lines across my chest. I drifted off to sleep with my head filled with her scent.
I woke to the scent of coffee and the sound of the coffee maker hissing the last bit of water through its inner workings promising a dark rich beverage to start the day. As my eyes opened there was a momentary confusion that comes from a change in bedrooms. My eyes focused on a table lamp beside me, white porcelain with a trail of delicate flowers along the front. I detected a sweet musky scent of perfume and yes the scent of recent sex between a man and a woman. These scents filled my head and the warmth of a body spooned behind me told me I was not in my bed at home.
The fog cleared from my mind and I remembered Greta and the promise of more sexual passion in the morning. My erection was, as it always was in the morning, standing proud and throbbing. I rolled onto my back and Greta moved and rolled back against me. Her nightgown was as soft as silk and my fingers touched her thigh and her leg moved over the top of mine.
I felt her knee rub over my erection and she whispered, “I think you have recovered,” and she rolled on top of me. Her gown slipped across my bare body and the feel of the slippery nylon encouraged my mind to fill with lust instead of the desire to piss away a good erection. Our lips met, tenderly at first. “A good morning kiss,” I thought as I wrapped my arms around her. Then a lover’s kiss, a kiss filled with passion and desire.
Greta raised up on her elbows, “I trust you slept well.” She said. “You didn’t move when I got up to make coffee, I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No, I am usually up early, what time is it?” I asked not able to see the clock radio that was on her side of the bed.
“It is time for you to fuck me Larry,” she said with a grin. “I want to feel you inside of me again. Only I want to be on top of you, I hope you don’t mind.”
“It appears you are already on top of me, I have no complaints,” I said as I ran my hands down across her ass. Her panties were gone, there was no waistband to touch, and the gown molded to her ass. Her girdle had hidden the wonderful shape of her rounded butt.
Greta rolled off of me and standing beside the bed she pulled the nightgown off over her head. I watched as the ivory curtain rose slowly revealing her naked form to me. My cock ached for her attention as I watched her hairy pussy come into view. I could see the separation of her labia and wanted desperately to run my hand along her slit and find her clit. Then the gown rose above her nearly flat tummy and at last her breasts came into view.
I had admired them last night, but in this morning light they were all that a man could desire. They were perfectly formed with areola and nipple a few shades darker than her pale skin. The sag was as expected yet her figure was still that of a young woman that worked to stay fit. The gown dropped to the floor in a puddle of nylon that looked almost liquid against the carpeting. I pulled her back onto the bed with my hands finding all the erogenous zones that would lead to our copulation.
I smiled thinking, “why would I use such a clinical word to describe having sex with this woman?” And again Greta saw that thoughtful smile.
“Do you know you have the most expressive looks on your face?” she asked, “What just went through your mind?”
“I just thought, I want to fuck that young woman until she can’t take it anymore,” I lied. I did not want to admit that sometimes words come to my mind that doesn’t exactly fit the situation.
My hand found her slit wet and her labia swollen with anticipation. I ran my fingers along her folds of flesh and felt her tremble with pleasure and anticipation. Greta rolled onto her back and I got between her legs, planting kisses up each leg. Her body quivered with each little kiss. There was no doubt that she wanted the same thing I wanted.
I wanted to taste her, to know her scent and feel her body respond to my lips and tongue. My fingers slid over her hair, un-groomed and thick. I looked up as she raised her head, “I should have shaved,” she said.
“I don’t think so,” I said and spread her lips apart to reveal her dark red gash covered in her creamy arousal. I started with my tongue and got to her clit and gently sucked it into my mouth. It was swollen and rubbery and I could tell it was very sensitive. The slightest touch of my tongue sent a shiver up her spine and goose bump formed on her smoothly shaved legs.
“Ohh Larry, it has been so long since a man did that to me,” she said. “They all expect a blow job but rarely do they want to bring me to the edge that way.” I felt her hands on my head as she thrust her pelvis up. She moaned softly and then I felt that tremble in her body. Just like last night she had reached the point of the cascade of pleasure and emotion that would result in an orgasm.
When she relaxed I rolled onto my back beside her and pulled her on top of me. “There is no nightgown between us,” I said as I felt her straddle me and wiggle until my cock was pressed between her labia. She was hot and slick and she looked into my eyes, “I said I wanted you to fuck me, perhaps you will find that it is me that is going to fuck you.”
As she finished saying that I felt her pussy slip onto my cock in one swift motion. She pulled her knees up beside me and holding herself up with outstretched arms she rocked against my cock. “Fasten your seatbelt Larry, this is going to be a bumpy ride.” Greta said imitating Bette Davis in the movie “All About Eve.”
Greta began shifting her hips and rocking against my cock like a woman possessed. Her tits swayed back and forth as I felt her arousal wet my entire crotch. She had this look of deep concentration and it wasn’t a couple minutes before she shoved her pelvis all the way back on my cock and was racked by another orgasm. When she started to move again she looked down at me, “did I ever mention I am multi orgasmic?” and smiled as she picked up the pace again.
I was not the best morning guy when it came to sex. I usually needed to take a pee and then get back up but this morning she was taking me before that trip to the bathroom. The urge to pee ended at her first orgasm on my cock, but the third one I was nearing the point of no return.
I humped up into her as she began raising up off of me instead of rocking back and forth. The only sound in the room was our bodies slapping together and then in one blinding moment I groaned and pulled her down tight against my cock and filled her full. We were both out of breath as she flopped down on top of me.
“We’re going to need a shower,” she whispered as she pulled off of my spent cock. “Wow,” she said, I lost count.”
“I wasn’t counting,” I said, “I was holding on to make sure I stayed with you.” And smiled as she lay on my chest, and I felt her heart pounding in her chest. I wondered if she could feel mine.
We showered and I got dressed and said, “I will let you get dressed.”
“I’d rather you stayed,” Greta said, “I did a little strip tease for you last night now I’d like to show it to you in reverse.
I sat in a chair in her room and watched as she pulled pantyhose out of a drawer. Setting on a bench she crossed her legs and pulled the gathered up hose over her toes. “No panties?” I asked with a smile.
“Not today, but wait and I will show you why.”
Watching her slide the hose over her calf made me think of my first girlfriend. She always wore nylon stockings and it took her forever to get them just so. Greta’s hands moved expertly and deliberately with little need for adjustment of the hose and then uncrossed her legs and bent starting them on her other foot.
Her breasts hung between her arms and I felt my cock struggle to respond. It was a surprise to me but then she was a very arousing young woman. As she stood she pulled each leg equal amounts up her thighs and finished by pulling the panty high above her waistline. I knew by looking these were not control topped hose and were sheer enough to show her hairy patch. My cock continued to respond.
She selected a lace soft cup bra and I loved watching her bend over to adjust her boobs in each cup. She looked up while bent over, “Are you enjoying the show?” she said with a grin and adjust the other boob.
“Now for the crowning touch,” she said as she pulled out a white garment from her drawer. It was the cutest short leg girdle one could imagine. It had a pretty satin panel on the front and back. I loved the way it fit between her legs and when she slipped on her blouse and turned I admired the fit across her butt.
She stepped into her skirt and as she walked over to me said, “I want to go shopping, I need some new panties and bras and you can help me with that.”
Barbie
- 09.04.2021
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