Socks and Stockings Ch. 02

Her hands went to my sides as she gently rubbed there. Then she pulled away from me. I'd only involved myself in the kiss a little bit, but already my stimulation-starved body sported hard nipples and firmer breasts... the swollen lips of a woman who loved to be kissed by man and woman alike. My tally for kisses from strangers had come up to two for the day. She smiled.

"I wanted to break the ice a little," she said sitting back and taking her drink in her hand again. I cleared my throat.

"Is there any particular reason why?" I picked up my drink again and took a larger sip than before.

"I hope to teach you- or at least show you how I operate in the bedroom."

"So, you brought me here to have sex with me?" I was honestly confused.

"With Julian."

"I'm having sex with Julian? I already told you-"

"No, no. Here." She took my drink from me and set it down on the coffee table where she had set hers down. She took my hand and led me upstairs. The two guest bedroom doors remained closed most of the time. The master bedroom door was open. She led me in. Their mahogany four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room atop plush green carpet. The walls were a bastard color of tan and gold with white trim. Other mahogany pieces lined the walls and the cushions on the bed matched the carpet, drapes, and bedspreads.

She led me to a door and opened it. Inside was the largest closet I had ever seen. She nudged me inside.

"Julian and I will have center-stage. You'll be in here," she grinned.

"You want me to hide... in the closet... while you fuck your husband? That's a little crazy. Are you sure he won't know I'm here?"

"Believe me, honey. He won't be able to think about anything else." She laughed.

"Wow. Um. I guess that's okay."

"Here," she pulled a chair from the writing desk on the far side of the room. She tucked it into the closet. "Sit."

I did as she ordered and sat down. She closed the door most of the way, leaving it open just a crack. She walked over to the bed and vaulted onto its pillowy surface.

"Can you see?" she asked.

I could see remarkably well from the closet. Tessa pointed her rear-end towards the closet door. I could just imagine Julian joining her there.

"Yeah, I can see."

"Good, but I still don't-" she pulled open the door, "I still don't understand why you kissed me."

"You'll feel more comfortable with what's going on if you're more "acquainted" with at least one of us."

"Right. I guess that makes sense.

Okay... so when does this start?" I tugged at my blouse a little to free some of the wrinkles that had developed.

"He should be home any minute. I'll go down and "greet" him. Until then we can hang out in here."

"Okay. Oh, I hate to impose; could I borrow something to wear? I've been in these clothes all day."

"Yeah of course." She came back to the closet and kneed the chair out of the way to inspect her shelves. She pulled down a black tank-top and a skirt.

"How is this?" she said holding up the pieces of clothes for my inspection.

"That's fine. Thanks so much." She pulled down two other non-descript pieces of clothing and draped them over her arm. She closed the closet door most of the way with her foot. She offered the pair of garments she'd chosen for me and I took them then made for the master bathroom.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To change."

"Don't worry about it. Just do it here. Let's see what Bryan is so tired of," she smiled playfully at me.

I could feel myself blush.

"If it makes you feel better, I'll change with you." Her hands went to the top-most button of her vertically-striped shirt. She pulled each one away from each eyelet until most of her upper body was exposed. She wore a pretty blue-satin bra underneath the shirt.

"Sure." I tossed the tank top and skirt on the side of the bed and tugged off my satin blouse. I dropped it onto the bed. My breasts hurt by now, still swollen from the intimacy of our kiss. She eyed them like she was an art-critic observing a sculpture. My bra felt tight at her inspection. I had worn a plain pink satin bra and panties underneath my blouse and pants. It was my most comfortable set of underwear. She reached behind her, unhooking and zipping down her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Her perfect flat stomach looked like a stretch of wide toffee. How did she have such perfect skin? To my surprise, she wore... no panties.

It caught me off guard. The whole time she stood without clothes, I couldn't help but stare at the tiny landing strip of curls that adorned the slit between her legs. I could clearly see the opening where soon her husband's cock would be. With one hand, she unhooked her bra and removed it, dropping it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Now she was completely naked. I remembered the last woman with whom I'd been. She had been substantially curvier than Tessa, but somehow Tessa's sensuousness outweighed that of the other woman. Despite the obvious wrongs of the situation, I found myself wanting to touch her. I fought the inclination but was encouraged to continue disrobing- unbuttoning and zipping down my pants until they lay on the carpet.

Without asking, Tessa came over to me and unhooked my bra. I pulled it down my arms. While I did this, she hooked her thumbs into the elastic of my panties and yanked them down below my hips. She let go and they slid to the floor.

"I can't see why he doesn't like being with you. You have a lovely body," she said, looking over my shoulder. I looked to see why she was looking straight ahead until I understood that she was looking into the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. There I was... naked with another woman- blushing from head to toe with embarrassment. It'd been years since I'd been naked with another woman. I hadn't had sex in weeks and now that she knew... I was vulnerable to her. Her hands ran up and down my arms. It was possible she was doing this to comfort me. On the other hand, she could be trying to take things further. It was hard to tell.

Her hands rested on my hips. Her lips pressed to my right shoulder. Her hair tickled my back.

"You have a nice figure. I'm sure Julian would enjoy it if I had hips as wide as yours." She pressed her soft hands up my sides. She opened her eyes, watching my reaction in the mirror as her fingertips grazed my nipples. I could scarcely keep from shivering. Immediately a heat rose in the pit of my stomach and my lashes fluttered against my cheeks as she teased the aching tips of my breasts.

She cupped each one, using her hands to weigh each of the fleshy globes made prisoner by her fingers. "These are fantastic. I've always wanted to ask you if they're real."

"Yes."

"They're beautiful. Bryan must be crazy not to want this body." She moved her hands back to my sides. "God knows Julian would tear you apart." The aggressiveness in her voice both scared and enticed me. "If you weren't so averse to sleeping with another man, I'd tell you to stay out here." Her eyes smiled at me in the mirror over the crest of my shoulder.

A voice in my head told me to say yes. My gut told me it'd be the time of my life, but I was afraid of doing something that might hurt later. I just wasn't ready to take the step.

"I think I'll just watch," I took a deep breath and licked my chapped lips. I saw her smile at me in the mirror as she backed into the bathroom.

"Okay. Well I'm going to go freshen up. It's probably best for you to wait in the closet just in case he comes home before I come out." She went into the bathroom and closed the door. The faucet turned on inside. I pulled on the tank top and then tugged on the loose skirt. It had a drawstring at the top, which I let out a few inches to accommodate my wider waist. The skirt nearly came down to the floor, the entire length splashed with bold colors and patterns suggestive of a sunny day on the beach. I bundled my clothes in my arms and made my way back over to the closet. I plopped down in the chair and closed the door most of the way.

"Jesus," I said, rubbing my forehead. The cooler clothes were definitely comforting- mostly for the fact that I was no longer naked with someone else touching me.

I heard the faucet turn off and the door opened again. Tessa wore the clothes she had pulled out of the closet for herself. It was a cute outfit, a jean skirt and a blue tank top. The bounce of her chest was evidence enough that she hadn't bothered putting any underwear on.

"Comfortable?" she asked me, looking in my direction as she smoothed the bedspread. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"Okay, well I'm going to go downstairs. It might be a few minutes before we come up. Just wait there."

"Okay," I almost whispered.

I heard her pad out of the room and tromp down the stairs to the landing. For a few minutes there was silence, then something stirred, a key clanked into the front-door lock and the sound of children playing outside was faint before the door closed.

I could hear Tessa's smooth voice say something. Then a deep masculine voice answered, cooing back to her. I couldn't hear anything for a few minutes after that. I couldn't help but ask myself what she was doing down there. I wondered how she might be seducing Julian. Though, I conceded, it wouldn't matter anyway- Bryan was a different man altogether.

I tried to imagine what Julian would look like naked. He had to be almost seven feet tall. He had spent some time in the military and was now a personal trainer. He had the body to prove it. With his thickly-muscled arms and legs, he'd probably be able to tear someone in half. His eyes were hazel brown. He always seemed determined and focused to me always processing some deep and all-encompassing thought... maybe the effect of previously being a soldier. I could imagine vaguely, how he might look... but my imagination didn't serve me very well. I took another deep breath. It had been almost ten minutes when the quick thud of feet came up the stairs.

The half-open door shook the walls as it was thrown ajar. My eyes flew open as I saw Tessa's lean body catapulted onto the bed. I immediately thought he might have hurt her, but apparently not- since she was smiling at him. His thick body covered her tiny one.

He hid his face in her neck, kissing and feasting on her throat. Her eyes floated closed and she moaned. She managed to widen her stance and wrap her legs around him. Then he made a sound I had never heard a man make... it was almost animal in nature. He yanked her tank top up over her chest, her breasts falling into his hand. His other hand was shoving her skirt down her thighs to bunch at her waist. Her fantastic legs dropped to either side of him.

He licked his way down to her chest, taking a nipple in his mouth. She groaned in tortured arousal. He switched his mouth to her other nipple, suckling greedily while his hand massaged her other tit. His free hand dove between her thighs and began pumping there. I couldn't see from my side-view but I didn't have to see to know he was good at what he was doing. His arm was pistoning at breakneck speed. Her screams reflected the expert way he finger-fucked her.

My eyes stayed wide as I continued to watch. In my envy, my own nipples were hardening... my own pussy beginning to get wet. I clamped my legs shut and took a deep breath. Now was not the time or the place.

Tessa's chin dropped, her mouth open wide as she gasped in ecstasy. Dew formed on her skin and after only a few minutes, the muscle-contours of her hips flexed tight and locked at an upward angle. Her cries crescendoed to a high pitch, her eyes rolling into her head. He slowed his pace as she calmed down from her orgasm. She lifted to give him a soft kiss and then pushed him lightly over onto his back. She giggled playfully and slowly unzipped his pants.

"Don't play, girl. Suck that dick." He grinned at her.

"Maybe I want to take my time," she teased, mischief in her face.

"Don't make me get you like last time," he warned with a smile.

She freed him from his pants and underwear, sliding them down slowly to throw them off the bed. Now his thick shaft was fully visible, shiny at the tip with pre-cum. Though his length was average, he was definitely wider than some of the cocks I'd seen in porn. I was surprised at my pussy's reaction to his sudden nakedness. My kegel muscles tightened as Tessa slid his purple staff into her mouth. My hand instinctively rushed to the warm wetness of my crotch. I stopped my fingers from pulling aside the cloth there. Resisting the temptation became harder as she began performing on him. All the white, I couldn't help but notice his facial expression mellowing and evening out. He was deeply concentrating, as if in a trance.

'What the hell is she doing?' I thought. I strained my eyes to see. She was slowly swallowing him. She pulled away from him. He didn't dispute with her as she sat up and moved her hand to his throbbing cock. She put her index finger on the upside and her thumb on the bottom-side and gently began stroking. She changed her pressure until the slack skin on his shaft barely moved. I never would have imagined him getting bigger, but it was happening in front of my eyes. The slight coercing motion of her fingers seemed to be increasing his sensitivity too, he was breathing harder.

This technique was new to me. While Bryan enjoyed what I usually did... this maneuver might be a new favorite. I would have to ask her later where she learned this.

Meanwhile Julian looked as though he were going to explode. She dipped her head and began licking the length of him so quickly that her tongue was a blur against him. He let out a growl. It threw off my train of thought. My fingers were beginning to twitch. I observed Tessa's face. She was studying Julian's reaction attentively. She removed her hand from him, let him catch his breath, and then blew lightly on his erection. His head fell to the side as he smiled in my direction. I had never known a woman to actually blow on it before. He regarded the action as if it was an inside joke. She giggled again and sank his cock deep into her face, her lips clamping down on the base of cock.

His amusement disintegrated and he tensed at what seemed to be a rush of pleasure. I marveled at how she had swallowed him so wholly in one stroke. I could do this, but only after I had worked my way into it. And not only did she do it once, she did it repeatedly. Soon his moans were too much for me.

I couldn't keep my fingers from hastily pushing my panties aside and diving between the folds of my sopping pussy. The abandon brought a chill over my entire body. I felt the overwhelming ache – of naughtiness and of restraint – I'd been feeling for the past few minutes melt away. Just a few feet away, one of the hottest women I'd ever personally known was fucking an equally attractive man. I couldn't believe I was actually watching this... hearing him moan... hearing the wet congress of mouth on meat.

I worked my fingers deftly. I held my mouth shut with my other hand. I could feel my own hot breath rushing over the horizon of my fingers, could smell my own wetness misting in the heat of the closet.

"Stop, baby. Stop." I heard Julian whisper. I stopped my own fingers, trying to listen over the blood rushing in my ears. I opened my eyes. She had lifted her head from his cock and was smiling lovingly at him. She matched her previous technique from before, once again pressing her fingers so slightly... increasing his sensitivity.

"You can't be doing that to me," he said with a chuckle. He licked his lips, taking a deep breath. "You know how worked up I get." He drew her down for a kiss and held her tight for a moment. Now I understood that most of what she was doing was proven to please at least Julian – even to the near breaking point. I suddenly appreciate what she was doing for me... letting me sit and watch the intimacy.

They held each other for a minute as he gathered his wits. He guided Tessa onto her back and gave her deep kiss. I had begun pressing my twitching pussy again during their kissing. A half-ache made my chest swell. How I wished for this with Bryan. My clit jumped as I thought of my naked husband. Sitting here, watching this... this was for Bryan.

I turned my attention back to the couple. He spread her legs and moved his hand between her thighs. He worked her there for only a second before slowly sliding himself into her. Both parties groaned. He pulled all the way out of her and chuckled as he took one of her nipples into his mouth.

"You bastard, don't tease me!" she whined.

"I gotta get my revenge baby," he said in his lusty voice. He growled and wiggled his hips between her legs. I could only imagine her anticipation rising. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and suckled there. As he did this, he pressed himself into her again.

"Shit baby," she cursed in a whisper.

"I should make you beg for it." He chuckled evilly, lifting his head from her heaving chest. She swirled her fingertips around his nipples.

"I could wait all day, but I'm not so sure you can." She grinned at him, dropping her hands to his tight rod. "I know you want my pussy." She snickered and then moved her hands away, playing with her own tits as she smiled at him.

Without notice, he drove himself into her. Her body quaked at his sudden entry.

By now my own hands were working again, tearing at my pleasure-points without remorse. My pussy bloomed as my fingers slid against my g-spot, my thumb on my clit. Their screams seemed to shake the walls. My restraining hand had fallen from my mouth to my breast. I breathed heavily now and without regard for the couple. They were lost in their own world of lovemaking. She was coming closer to a third orgasm. I watched as his concentration began to waver and his brain began sending signals for release to his cock. He humped her like a mad man, making her body sing with every thrust. She moaned as he stirred her pussy, touching every available inch of her insides with his muscle.

She cursed him lovingly, coaxed him with dirty words. Soon he was pushing all the right buttons on queue and it became too much for her. Her visibly chapped lips fell open, her eyes also fell open and we made eye contact. She was coming. I was coming. Julian was coming.

My orgasm came hard and I bit my lip to hold back my yelp, until I was sure I had bit into my lip. Julian made the guttural animal noise again, Tessa exploded with him deep inside her. Not a moment later he lost himself there in the wet cavern of her depths. I caught my breath as quietly as possible, not that Julian would be able to hear. He had all but collapsed onto Tessa, her arms and legs were wrapped around him, her hands clasped at his back. He rested his head on the pillow beside her head.

After a minute, he rolled away from her and lay on his back. His cock throbbed in time with his still-excited heart as it began to shrink. I retrieved my sticky fingers from between my legs, taking a deep breath. I didn't think either of them heard me. Julian had a wide smile on his face as Tessa rubbed his stomach lovingly.

"You are too good to me baby," he said, his eyes wafting closed.

"It's cause you're so good to me," she said with a giggle and kissed him softly on the lips.

"I'm gonna go wash up," he said getting up from the bed. "Want to come with me?"

"Yeah babe. Just give me a second to catch my breath. Go ahead and get the water ready." Though she was turned away from me, I could hear the smile in her voice.

He disappeared into the bathroom and I could hear the shower turning on. Tessa walked shakily towards the closet.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "Christ woman, you really tore him up!"

She laughed and shook her head, "It's taken a long time to get everything down." She sniffed the air. "I can see you enjoyed the show."