Ali and Me 1 - Stockings

Her beige, wool skirt ended about four inches over her knees, but her stocking tops were below that and went to her knee joint. "Trust me?" I asked with truly honest intentions. She paused, then nodded. I asked her to raise her skirt to mid thigh, then higher. When she did, I asked what she thought about how her tops looked in the mirror.

"Ugly! Hideous!" she said. I had her take off one shoe, knelt and put her warm foot on my thigh. After struggling to stretch her stocking, starting at her toes, I kept stretching and sliding my hands up slim her leg for the most intimate contact we'd ever had. Between her raised leg and my movements, I had frequent and prolonged peeks at her pale green bikini panties.

"You see how much better your legs look with much more thigh exposed? I just need to get the stocking up there and beyond. Lift your skirt higher for me and spread your feet." She scoffed, justifiably believing I wanted a close up view, but lifted it to panties' height anyway.

"Is that high enough, or should I just take off the skirt?" Fortunately, I recognized her aloof, obnoxious, and sarcastic manner as a defensive facade and I didn't answer, but got my hands inside her stocking top and pulled and stretched it along her shapely thigh. Recognizing that I saw thru her seemed to be assuring her about me and seeded a stronger connection. I made sure to brush her pussy every time I pulled the inner tops up. She flinched the first time, but was very stoic after that so I enjoyed my prolonged contact with her smoldering pussy. "I hope you're enjoying touching me. Consider that your reward for helping me!" She barked.

"Thank you, believe me, I do," I smiled. "I figured that being a model, you're used to stripping around groups of people and even being touched intimately by a variety of people with any possible excuse. Tell me that doesn't happen! Now that I got the top close to your leg top, you can lower your skirt. Too far! Just until the bottom lace edge is hidden. Maximize the peek-a-boo effect. When you sit, it will show more and men will fall over for a better peek. How does this leg look compared to the other?"

She twisted several time as she stared into the mirror and looked for a reason to deny the truth. "Yes, damn it! It does look much hotter, but I can't wear my skirts this short in public. Yes, yes, I know I wear much less in a bikini and on a runway. Often, our cheeks are hanging out, some let their tits loose and uncovered and it's not unusual to see camel toes. I almost never go that far, almost. But, you know how model tits are supposed to be small, like mine. Is there, um, any CT?"

Such subtle direction. I didn't answer that last question, but YES, there was a thickening camel toe and I kept trying to sniff it as I tightened her panties around it. "If you can get half or more of your tops into the final, tapered part of your thigh, they will also stay up longer. When it does start to slip, pick a sucker and tease the hell out of him by stretching your stockings all the way up and letting your skirt rise to your hips. Believe me, the whole room will go silent." She smiled and closed her eyes, visualizing her arousal at exhibiting, as I pressed lazy, daring circles around her dampening pussy.

After I stretched the other stocking, I exercised her pussy and thumbed her clit — no more subtlety needed! A small wet spot appeared and quickly grew. I inhaled her subtle, heavenly scent. She was silent, her head tilted back. Her clit was already escaping its hood and putting a dent in her panties. I slipped two fingers into her wet panties and she gasped, but didn't object. Even if someone entered, I wasn't about to stop. My fingers slid up and one bumped over her clit and lightly pinched it. She lurched and grunted.

Abandoning her sexy legs, I slid her panties down while she still kept her skirt at hip level. Her bald pussy lips were swollen, gaping and inviting. I accepted the invitation and dove in nose first. Even while inhaling her deepest fragrance, my tongue pushed in and licked her swollen outer and inner labia. Her gasp echoed and amplified in the rest room. It was truly music to my ears. My fingers slid under my tongue and pulled more of her tangy nectar into my hungry mouth. I surrendered to the moment, as did she. Our breathing quickly increased and long before I expected or wanted it, she shuddered and hissed a barely controlled orgasm. I savored her extra flow and kept drinking.

Before she let her skirt fall, she took some moments to calm down, leaving her legs spread and pussy gaping for me. "That was great. Thank you, but don't make too much of it. Please, just think of it like a long, warm hug. My fiancé is OK with our having separate sex, but if you make too much of it, this will never happen again. You have great oral talent and I may even reciprocate, but not now. I just tested clean for STDs and am on the pill, so you are safe. Am I? You can keep the panties! How does such a shy boy know so much about a woman's body? Get your cock under control and let's go."

She smirked at her obvious control over me, especially when I sniffed and licked her not so prim and proper panties as she watched with a wicked, dominant smile. Before exiting, she evened out her stockings and rolled her skirt up four more inches confirming she did have an exhibitionist streak in her after all. "Yes, Ali, you are safe too. I always start off with women gently, with respect and am often taken as shy. A bit of that lingers in me, but I have practical experience and studied genital anatomy and Masters & Johnson since grade eleven. There's much more I can show you."

I grinned as I let her absorb that then walk ahead of me, up the steep stairway, and watched her damp, naked, and gaping pussy twist and tease under her shortened skirt. Lovely. My stiff again cock enjoyed the show too. Even ten feet away, I felt her clit tingle as she squeezed it, as if it were my own.

The rest of that school year, she hunted me down at least weekly. The first time, she clutched my shirt and gasped in my ear, "Come on, stud. I want you to fuck me hard and fast. No romance, just hot sex. You OK with that?" Of course, I agreed. We found a different Rest Room. She locked the door, attacked my slacks, and pushed them down with my briefs. "I'm only doing this with you because I trust you to be discrete and not get attached. Sometimes, I just need a hot, stiff cock. I hope you are up to it. Ohhh, I see you are. And uncut. This is new for me. Shove it in me and make like a rabbit!"

She pulled her snug skirt up to her waist until she exposed her bald pussy and pubic patch. Fiercely grabbing my swelling cock, jerking much too hard, she hurt it badly. "Hey, beautiful, if you keep that up I won't be able to perform and you may cause damages. Slow down and be mindful of me too. Stop! I see your gaping pussy is swollen and wet; maybe this is a good time to return my oral favors? If all you want is to get off fast, get a vibrator and use it as I eat you. But if you want a more satisfying fuck, suck me deep and get me off first so I'll last in you more than thirty seconds. What's it going to be?" Daggers shot out of her eyes as she continued to rub my softening cock against her clit. She puckered her lips as she debated leaving me as I was, or complying with me.

"You do know I can have anyone on campus or at work so I'm doing you a huge favor just letting you see my pussy?" Startled by her own angry words and defensive horniness, she gasped, squeezed my cock, and frowned. "No one has ever stood up to me like that. I don't know what to do. I won't kiss you since that's too intimate and too close to cheating." She looked down at our naked genitals and laughed as she shook my cock and slowly slid my foreskin back and forth. "I'm sorry was such a cold bitch. You do have a beautiful cock with the hood up or down. I guess sucking you off is OK. Maybe next time we'll try 69, but —"

"Thanks, but if you mean your apology, you'll get on your knees and deep throat me now. A few minutes after that, I'll fuck you. In between, I'll drink from your pussy until you cum. But, I won't be your vibrator replacement or simple fuck toy." What has gotten into me? Am I ready to refuse a gift horse as hot as she is? I guess I am. Now we'll see how horny she is. Her mouth dropped. I reached to unlock the door. She dropped to her knees.

"OK. You're right. I'll blow you, but I won't swallow. Never do."

Risking it all, I said, "Yes, you will swallow every drop then lick my cock and balls clean. The thing with deep throat is when I cum while in your throat, you won't taste me. After my first load, I want to fill your mouth; I want you to savor my cum before you swallow it. After I fuck you, I want you to suck me clean of both our juices. Then it's up to you if you want to share our cum with me. That's the deal. Do that and I'll cum whenever you call. If you agree, stay on your knees and start licking." That's the tipping point. The risk of losing her pretty pussy is high. Her delay and indecision are lasting too long.

Someone rattled the door harshly. Ali shouted, "Busy in here cleaning up my vomit. Find another room." We listened to the welcome sound of heels echoing as they clacked quickly down the hall. She smiled at me, yet never lost eye or hand contact with my cock. Slowly, her tongue reached out and licked under my hard shaft. I sighed as much in relief of winning my dare, as from feeling her hot tongue lap my cock seconds before she sucked me into her steamy mouth. When I hit the back of her mouth, she surprised me with no gag reaction. As I slid into her snug throat, she smiled around my cock while I moaned, once more under her control.

With her wet pussy temporarily out of reach, I pinched and twisted an obvious nipple until she lurched and grunted hard. Then I pulled her blouse and bra up to her chin. Her pale, tiny tits had barely stopped their rebound when she popped me out of her throat in panic. "No. Not my tits. They're ugly and small and I don't like showing them." Her face and eyes crumbled, nearly sobbing her distress. Who had beat that self image into her?

"Sweetie, I want them umm, handy regardless of how they look. They are not ugly. Size and shape are nice visual attractants, but not why I want access to them. Since your pussy is out of reach for the moment, I want to pinch your rosy nipples to make your clit throb. You just felt that connection and seemed to enjoy it." Easy on the sarcasm, dummy. "Your reaction tells me your pebbles are sensitive. I'll taste and nibble on them when we fuck."

Relieved, 'Ms. Prim and Proper ' sucked me directly into her hot throat until her nose was buried in my pubes. Somehow, her tongue wrapped around my shaft between gulps and squeezes. Ali backed off for air then quickly plunged deeply onto me. As if my moans weren't enough, she began to hum 'Oh say can you SEEEEEEEEE,' and I began to shoot into her as I pinched her hard pebble-nipples. She groaned, convulsed and came as I did.

After firing three times, I backed out slightly and filled her mouth as promised. Her eyes widened and I had to hold her head on me as I pinched the same nipple hard again. She groaned again and accepted my load. When I stopped grunting and spurting, she gently backed off my cock, still sucking my crown. As she opened her jaw and showed me a mouthful of my cum, she smiled, swallowed it all, then showed me her empty mouth and coated teeth. As she licked her lips and teeth, savoring me as I'd insisted, she didn't notice the wide smear that gave her a cum moustache. I grabbed my 110 camera and took photos of her on her knees still licking my cock and a clear shot of her new stache.

Before I could stop her, she fixed her top and skirt and unlocked the door. As I pulled up my slacks, she said, "That was fun. It's always great to find a man with good taste." Ha. She paused in the doorway, looked around, and added, "I'm late for class, but cumming twice even without fucking was worth it. Meet me here at four and we can finish what we started. Ciao, Bello." She leaned in for a kiss, but missed and was gone and back in her Ms. Prim and Proper mode, heels clacking in model tempo, before I could warn her about her cum stache. I could only imagine the giggles she got as people guessed what that creamy drop was. Fitting compensation for her final tease!

Leaning against the wall by the Ladies' door, I checked my watch one more time. It's four-ten. Maybe she's pissed I didn't tell her about her creamy stache so she's standing me up? Just as I decided to leave, I heard 'clack, clack, clack-clack, clack' rushing and echoing in the empty hall. Ali turned a corner and rushed into me. Her face scrunched, she slapped my arm hard and demanded, "Why didn't you tell me? People were rubbing their noses at me the whole class until someone passed me a tissue and mimed to wipe my lip." Then she smiled, "It was so embarrassing — yet it got more people actually talking to me."

I laughed and tried to kiss her. She gave me her cheek. "S-s-sorry. I tried, but you were gone so fast. You can handle them. Night classes start at six so we have up to two hours. Are we doing this or not?"

In answer, Ms. Prim and Proper pushed me into the familiar room, put out an 'out of order' sign and locked the door. "Now strip! I want you naked, Al."

"Funny. I was about to insist on the same thing for you. You want help?" Her mouth dropped to say something, instead, she kicked off her shoes and turned until her skirt's side zipper faced me. I wasted no time dropping it and the skirt. Silently she turned her naked pussy to me and hesitantly lifted her arms over her head. After unhooking her miracle bra, I pushed it and her blouse up and off her then stepped back to admire her naked beauty, small tits included. "Let's leave the stockings on this time as a reminder of how we got here."

"OK. Your turn. Shoes and socks off." Ms. Prim and Proper attacked my slacks and pushed them off me with my briefs. My cock sprung up and out. She rubbed it with her thigh as she slowly peeled my shirt off. She took a step back and blew me a wolf whistle. "I do like a hairy man."

"Yeah right. I know I already have a softening bod, but thanks. You may be right about your small tits, but they aren't ugly and your rosy nipples are perfect for you and responsive. This is where I normally round first, tap second, and vacation and dine on third base. But there's no first with you and you still want a quick home run. Is that still right?"

"I don't mind your lingering on all the bases except first. Batter up! You can park your bat in my dugout while you dust off third. Bring me your bat."

"Yes, coach. Coming . . . well not yet, we hope." As I slowly closed the distance and she reached out for my cock, I begged, "Can we quit the baseball talk now?" As she slowly pumped my shaft, she licked my ear and sent shivers down my body. We hugged and I savored her hard pebbles warming two small spots on my chest. When I nibbled on her ear and scrapped along her neck, I felt her goose bumps along her body. This isn't the 'slam, bam' hard fuck she asked for, but I'm not complaining.

"This is nice," she sighed, "but exactly what I need to avoid. Make me wet; make me cum on your fingers and your face then fuck me like a rabbit. Make me cum on your beautiful cock and I'll lick it clean as you asked."

"As you wish. You are so delicious; cum on my face first." Fingers first in her wet pussy made her clit grow and her kitty weep. Adding my tongue made her moan loudly. But when I pushed my fingers deep and up, I knew I found her G when she gushed all over my face in a brief torrent and her entire body quaked. Delicious. "Lick my face and taste your squirting."

"What? I don't squirt. But your face — it's drenched." I smiled and encouraged her to lick me. "Mmm, this is me, but not me as ever tasted me. You made me squirt?"

I bent and took one more deep lick from her taint to her clit. "Now turn, bend, and grab the sink." She did, but I pushed her head lower. As my cock entered her snug, engaged pussy for the first time, we both gasped and sucked air through narrowed lips as I continued to rabbit her. Her climax slowly approached, but since she wanted it fast and hard, I pushed her face lower and angled my cock so it bumped her already swollen G and she screamed out her orgasm. She triggered me and I filled her pussy with several ropes of hot cum. Her knees caved as she shuddered and I had to breathlessly hold her up until she recovered. Minutes later, I sarcastically asked with a grin, "Was that OK?" She grunted and stayed bent over with my softening cock still in her.

When I twitched and added cum to her purse, I felt her Kegel squeeze bring my soldier back to life. Gasping, I asked if she were petitioning for another round. Fortunately, she gasped, "No! Four hard orgasms are enough for one day. But I'll be back for more as long as you are willing and able. I guess I need to clean you, us, up?"

"Yes, you do. Let's catch our breaths first. We have an hour before night classes start." We held each other until we were ready, my sauced wiener between her bun-like labia. Ignoring our body sweat, she dropped to her knees and took me in mouth with much more relish than I expected. Though I was sore and pained, I let her lick me clean of our juices and experiment with my foreskin. She enjoyed my flinching far too much.

Finally clean, we dressed and she said, "Monday, we meet in a locker room so we can shower. See you then, boy toy." We walked out and nearly kissed. The rest of that year, we met for more of the same exciting, clandestine, encounters. When she graduated, she vanished. But that wasn't the end of our story.

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gk July 25, 2020