Stocking Tease

I was browsing images on my computer, images of women in stockings and suspenders, stylish women in various attires. It wasn't porn or something like that. I just loved to see and feel a woman's legs in nylons and heels. I always had a thing for that. I was looking at a picture of a woman's legs in Cuban-heeled stockings and black mules when I heard her walking into the study. She put her hands on my shoulders as she stood behind me and looked at the computer screen.

"What are you looking at, Babe?" she asked.

"Have you ever worn stockings, Baby?"

"No, Babe. Never."

"Would you?"

"Maybe, I don't know. Would you like me to?"

"Yes, Baby, I would love you to wear stockings."

Then I told her I loved the feel of nylons, the look of them on a woman's legs, how they made her legs look even better. She listened then she kissed me and said: "We shall see."

A couple of weeks had passed, and it was a Friday night when we were getting ready to go out. She told me to get ready in the spare room and to wait for her in the living room while she got ready. I was channel surfing when I heard her heels on the parquet. I clicked the TV off and turned my head towards the door. She told me to close my eyes before I could see her. So, I did. Shortly after, the sounds of her heels placed her in front of me.

"You can open your eyes, Babe."

Wow!"

She looked hot, hotter than I had ever seen her. She smiled and asked what I thought.

"You are gorgeous, Baby, and I noticed immediately that you were wearing nylons. Thank you. You are the best."

"Come to me and feel my nylons on my legs," she said.

I stood up and kissed her softly on her red lips, then dropped to my knees putting my hands gently on her ankles. I ran my fingers up to her knees on her shins then back to her ankles on her calves. When my fingers touched the back of her knees I felt the seams of her nylons, and my heart skipped a beat at the thought she might be wearing seamed stockings. I ran my fingers up her legs again. This time I went higher and higher until I reached the hemline of her dress.

It was a short dress that loosely glided over her body with deep cleavage showing off some of her creamy white breasts and was tied around her neck. She did not stop me, so my hands continued their journey when I discovered she was wearing stockings. I felt the smooth skin of her thighs and the heat of her pussy on my fingertips. That was when she told me to stop.

I stood up and pulled her into my arms noticing her dress did not have a back. I kissed her softly again and told her how hot and sexy she was. My hands were aimlessly caressing her back when one of them slid under the dress and squeezed her naked arse. She told me to stop. Rather reluctantly, I withdrew my hand.

The drive to town was uneventful except for her dress riding up on her thighs, exposing the darker top of her stockings and the clips of her suspender. I kept stealing glances at her legs that she noticed. She told me to focus on the road. I kept putting my hand on her thigh, to which she did not object at the end.

I parked the car in one of the parking houses not far from the restaurant. When I got out, I saw she had not moved at all. I knew she just wanted me to open the door for her, so I rushed around the car to open it then waited for her to step out. She swung one leg out, opening her legs wide enough for me to see not just her skin above her stocking tops but her bare pussy. At that moment the realization hit me; she had nothing on under her dress. I smiled and told her I loved the way she looked as she swung her other leg out and stood up.

"I hope so. I love to be a sexy slut for you," she said.

She walked away from the car and waited for me. I closed the door and took her arm. We walked the short distance to the restaurant frequently stopping for an intimate kiss. We got a lovely little round table on the side, so I moved my chair closer to hers. I glanced at her legs, and I could see the stocking tops showing again. I put my hand on her leg. She looked at me then she kissed me softly.

"You really do have a strong fetish for stocking-covered legs," she said.

"I cannot deny that."

"I started to love wearing them, too. They feel so sexy."

"They do look sexy on you."

"I think I will wear them again."

"Yes, please."

Halfway through our dinner, while we were waiting for our next course, she crossed her legs, turning even more towards me, which caused her dress to hike up enough to show her creamy white skin above her beige stockings. She pushed her foot against my shin. I had a semi-erect cock and it showed. I did bring this fact to her attention.

"We shall make good use of that later," she said with a coy smile.

"I hope so," I whispered.

I was totally absorbed by her, and it took me a while to notice a couple of guys, who dined a bit further to her left, were stealing glances at her. I pointed this out to her saying the boys were enjoying the view she offered them.

"I know, Babe. They've been sneaking glances at me ever since we walked in. Is it okay if I show them a little bit more?"

"Sure, Baby, you know I love your sexy teasing. I think I will even love when you tease strangers."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, my cock says: 'yes'. So, who am I to argue with him?"

She uncrossed her legs, turned towards them, and crossed her legs the other way. The hem of her dress crept above her stocking top. Her golden stiletto mule was dangling on her foot, and her red toes shined through the stocking like a beacon in the night. I could see their attention perked up instantly, and they shamelessly stared at her. She smiled at them, then turned her head towards me and asked me to kiss her. I did, with a soft, lingering kiss that was interrupted by the arrival of our desserts. Once the waitress had left our table, she dipped her finger into the cake and put it in her mouth. It came out clean, and she whispered that this was what was waiting for my cock.

"You are killing me, Baby," I said.

She dipped her finger into her cake again and offered it to me. I took it in my mouth, and slowly she pulled it out. It came out with some cake still on her finger.

"You still have some things to learn, Babe."

"Well, I don't suck cocks, I eat cunt," I replied.

She giggled and dipped her finger into the cake for the third time.

"Watch this," she said.

With that, she turned towards the guys. They were looking at her intently and watching as she parted her red lips and slid her finger into her mouth, then closed her lips around the finger. Shortly after, she seductively pulled her finger out and smiled at them. She uncrossed her legs almost in slow motion and spread them a bit wider than necessary. She turned towards me and crossed her legs the other way, her foot rubbing against my shin. Picking up her glass, she asked me if I liked the tease.

"Yes, Babe. You're driving me crazy with your teasing."

"Let's drink to that," she said.

I put my left hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently as we sipped on our wines.

"You let them see up your dress, see your shaven pussy, didn't you?"

"Maybe."

"You are the sexiest tease I've ever known, and I love it, Baby."

"I want to see that."

She grabbed my semi-erect cock through my pants and firmly squeezed it. It was so unexpected I almost spilled my vine.

"You have not lied to me. I can feel it."

She did not take her hand away, not even when the waitress came to our table to take the empty plates. The waitress looked at her hand, then at her and smiled as she walked away. She squeezed my cock again, this time a bit harder. In return, I slipped my hand where her stocking met her naked thigh, pushing her dress even higher. I felt the heat from her pussy on my fingertips. She kissed my cheek and whispered: "I want to be fucked, Babe."

"I could bend you over the table and fuck you right here if you were okay with spending a night in jail, or we could just go and find a better place," I said.

"Pay the bill, and let's find a better place."

I did, and we walked towards the front. As we did, we had to pass the guys' table.

"I hope you guys are having a nice evening," I heard her say to them.

"Better than expected," one of them replied.

We walked out of the restaurant and snuggled up to each other. Back at the car, I opened the back door for her. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow then she got in the back seat. I followed her then I pushed the front seats forward. Now, I had enough room to kneel between her legs. I told her to pull her dress up to her waist and sit at the edge of the seat, then put her heels on the back of the front seats.

"Beautiful," I said.

I kissed her stocking-covered thighs, first one, then the other, but not her skin. Slowly I crossed the line, and I was kissing the skin on her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy. She told me she loved the tease, but she really just wanted me to eat her out and make her cum. I told her we would get there soon, and before long, I was kissing, licking, and sucking her pussy. I was eating her out, and she was moaning aloud. As my tongue swirled around her clit in every which way, her moaning got louder, her breathing more rugged.

"Eat my cunt," she yelled at me, "make this bitch cum."

I kept eating her feverishly as her orgasm approached and soon it washed over her. She grabbed me by my hair keeping me on her pussy until her pleasure subsided. I heard clapping and cheering. My eyes flew open, and I looked up as she opened hers. We looked around, and I realised the guys from the restaurant were watching us. I looked at her, she was looking at them startled, then she looked at me nervously. I smiled and said to her: "Your audience is very appreciative."

I leant over and kissed her passionately, our tongues entwined. Breaking the kiss, I asked if she wanted me to fuck her, as my cock was bursting out of my pants. She glanced towards her audience and whispered: "Yes, fuck me, Babe. Fuck my cunt."

Without a word, I undid my pants and took my cock out. She took hold of it for a couple of strokes then she lay back on the seat. I rubbed the purple head of my cock on her pussy lips, opening her folds. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the faces of the guys pressed against the window. I pushed the head of my cock into her hole. I heard her gasp, and the guys cheered. I looked at her as I pushed in a few more centimetres. She was looking at me, then the guys, then me again with glazed eyes. I pushed the full length of my cock into her cunt as deep as I could.

"Fuck me hard, make it a good one," she told me.

I started to fuck her at a slow and steady pace.

"You love to be an exhibitionist slut, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, fuck your slut, pound my cunt!"

"Like being watched by horny guys while your man fucks your cunt?"

"Yesssss, I doooo."

I increased the tempo of my pounding, and her moans became louder. I was fast approaching my own orgasm.

"Show those guys what a slut you are, show us your tits," I said.

She reached behind her neck and undid her dress, lowering it to expose her breasts.

"Play with them, play with your tits, with your nipples."

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, make me come," she yelled at me.

"Look into my eyes and tell me what a slut you are."

"I am a slut, your slut. Fuck me, make me cum in front of these guys. Let them see me cum on your cock, you bastard," she panted then she screamed: "I am cummmmming."

Her body shook and jerked as her orgasm washed over her again. I was fucking her feverishly to the cheering of the guys at the sight of her orgasm. I kept fucking her wrapping my hands around her stocking-covered thighs. When she started to come down from her high, I reached mine. I pushed my cock deep inside her and kept it there as my white cream flowed into her body.

"That's it, Baby, fill me up, give me your baby juice," she said with a gentle tone in her voice.

After emptying my balls, I kept fucking her gently until my cock started to soften. I leant over to kiss her tenderly and with love when my cock slipped out. I grabbed a bunch of tissues and cleaned up both of us. I looked around and saw the guys were grinning. I looked at her, her dishevelled state, how her hair was messed up, how her dress was bunched up around her waist, leaving her fully exposed to us, and how her nylon-covered legs were up on the seats, wide open. Her pussy was red and raw from fucking.

"I love the way you look right now, Baby," I said.

"Me, too," she replied contently.

She turned her head and looked at the guys.

"We put on a good show for them, didn't we?" she asked as she smiled at them.

"Yes, we did, you were the star of the night," I said.

"I was? Yes, I was."

"Look at the lust in their eyes for you. If they had a chance, they would eat you alive and fuck you until you couldn't breathe, and all I have to do is unlock the doors."

I saw a mixture of lust and fear in her sparkling eyes. I reached for the door handle. Her eyes followed my hand then she looked at me but did not say anything. I held the door handle and her gaze, my cock started to stiffen, and my heart pounded in my throat. The tension in the air shot through the roof. I was in two minds at that moment. I wanted to open the door and watch her being fucked senseless, but instead, I let go of the door handle after what seemed like an eternity. I kissed her softly on her now smudged red lips. Our lips parted and our tongues swirled around each other passionately.

Breaking the kiss, I told her to stay in the back, and I would drive out from the parking house. With that, I pulled my pants up and climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine and drove off. I moved the mirror to see her when I realised she stayed as she had been during our fucking, not even removing her legs from the front seats or fixing her dress. She was a sight to behold.