 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Seamless at on 21.05. at 07:42:45 ~Seamless~- - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I don't know..." I couldn't think of anything else to say. To say the truth would be far too risky. "Well, I don't believe you," she countered. "You've got a thing for hosiery, don't you." Oh no! She's calling me on it? I did everything in my power not to show a reaction of embarrassment or that look of "you caught me". I shook my head. "A thing for hosiery? Heh, that's a laugh!" I was losing ground. I had to jostle this somehow. But how? "C'mon, admit it. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Hosiery is very sexy, don't you think?" She was prodding me. She wanted me to tell her. "Well, of course. I think it's much better to show off the form of the leg than hide it behind pants." And they feel so good against your skin, you know--what I wanted to say! "Exactly. So, you have a thing for it--you really like seeing women in pantyhose and tights?" Umm, what? I was expecting her to ask me if I wear them! "I really do--I don't know when it started... all I know is that it's an amazing turn on," and I beamed a sly smile. And as she beamed one back, her tights clad foot which had already slipped free of its shoe was now stroking me on my left calf. "Gary, Linda--how's it going?" Dale caught us off guard, sneaking up behind us. Linda gracefully withdrew her foot and slipped it into an eager shoe, as she turned to face Dale with a smile. "So, Dale, get any numbers yet?" she winked. He thrust his hand into his trousers and retrieved 3 slips of rumpled paper, each with a name and number of a girl. "I still don't know how the hell you do that," I shot at him with a raised eyebrow. "The trouble is," Linda volunteered, "he can get 'em but can't seem to keep 'em!" "Haha-heheheheh!" I couldn't help it--Linda's sting was just so sweet. "Yeah, maybe, but I sure as hell have fun trying," Dale recovered. And with that, he proudly strutted away to... wherever. I didn't care--my attention was only on Linda and her sexy legs. "C'mon," Linda said, as she grabbed my hand, leading me off to the side. Hmmm... I wonder. Well, before I had time to think for very long, we found ourselves in one of the corner dorm rooms. No one was around--they were all at the center of the party a few doors down the hall. On the walls and atop the dresser were photos of ballet dancers. All women. In white tights and tutus. "Who's room is this," I wondered. "Sylvia and Ena live here. Ena's away for the weekend and Sylvia's with some guy at the party." I was about to say something. But when soft lips press against yours, the last thing you want to do is talk. Linda worked fast, teasing my mouth with her tongue. She pushed, and I fell back onto the bed. I shifted so she would have room next to me, but instead she swung around and straddled me. Both feet were shoeless, and she stroked them up and down the sides of my legs. This was simply amazing! Never in my wildest dreams did I expect... and to be fooling around in someone else's room, with the thought of getting caught--erotic! I shifted the nearest pillow under my head, so I could reach up to Linda easier. I returned her tongue caresses with mine, slipping in between her lips with gentle but firm swirls. She tasted divine. As our tongues danced with each other, Linda’s hands were busy unbuttoning my pants. They were down by my knees in a quick moment, and I shook my legs to finish the job. And while this took place, my hands worked on releasing Linda of her black leather skirt. It slid off quickly, eased by the smooth white Lycra tights on her legs. Wow!! I couldn’t believe it—Linda’s tights. The crotch was open, giving full access to Linda’s love cave. The thought of penetrating her while she wore tights excited me so much, that I practically ripped my briefs off. My penis stood hard at attention, throbbing eagerly to be sheathed with Linda. I raised myself up from the hips, trying to make contact with her, but she pushed me back down. “No my sweet, not yet…” she whispered. While she kept me pinned down with the weight of her body on my pelvis, she glided her labia over my throbbing member, teasing me. I wanted her SO MUCH, that I couldn’t stand it. “Oh Linda, please… I need to be in you!” “Shhhhhh…” She continued her pelvic taunt, while also rubbing my legs with her tights clad feet. I closed my eyes. It was heavenly, and yet so cruel. But then she stopped. Before I could say anything, she spun around on her wrists, planting her crotch right before my mouth. Oh, the aroma of sweet nectar filled my nostrils! And as I took a cautious stab at her lower lips with my tongue, I could feel Linda holding my penis between her fingertips. Her facial lips tasted sweet, but these lips were even more delicious. Linda was definitely graced with a beautiful, natural scent. Ohhhhhhhhhh!! Her mouth came down on my shaft with no mercy. And that tongue, swirling, teasing, lapping up and down. Linda worked me quickly. Having already been hard and teased, it wasn’t going to be long before I erupted. I gently kissed and teased her too, all the while taking in the amazing sensation of my hands sliding over her thighs in tights. Then suddenly I felt something on the sides of my head—her feet! They firmly and carefully rubbed me, behind my ears and down the back of my neck. Linda’s body began to quiver, and I knew she was close. I switched from fleeting teases of her clitoris, to firm and frequent strokes of my tongue, and gave her the unexpected surprise of my fingers parting her lips to enter within. She grabbed my member firmly then sucked hard, pulsing with her tongue—and it was all over for me. Hot semen spurted forth, giving her a warm milky treat. As she took my juices in, she erupted too, her body convulsing to the rhythm of her orgasm. I was showered with her love and couldn’t get enough. We both snacked on the treats we’d given each other for a few moments, then Linda relaxed her muscles, draping herself over me. It was so blissful… it seemed like we rested there for hours, when—the door swung open (what, we didn’t lock it??) and there stood Sylvia! [… to be continued …] Copyright (C) 2001 - Seamless Answers to this message:
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