“I’m glad you decided to wear the stockings,” Emma
whispered into my ear as she slipped her right hand under my buttoned shirt and
started massaging my large breasts.
We were at the office working late, most of the staff had already left
for the evening. There had been some sexual tension between Emma and myself
since I started working here a few weeks ago. She placed a gift in my drawer a
few days ago and suggested I wear it to work one day. It was a pair of stockings.
It was also the first time I’d acted on my bisexual desires. I’d only ever been
with men before this night.
“Oooh, I’m glad you ditched your panties like I suggested,” she
whispered again as she placed her under my short black skirt and rubbed my
shaven pussy through the stockings.
I moaned, feeling my nipples growing more erect as Emma continued
kissing my neck and moved her hand slowly in circular movements between my
legs. Our lips locked and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. She tasted so
good.
Emma’s hands moved up again and unbuttoned my shirt. She unclipped my
bra as my massive breasts bounced out. She wasted no time wrapping her lips
around my areolae, sucking hard and teasing my stiff nipples with her tongue. I
moaned softly and arched my back.
“Feel this,” she said
as she lifted her head and placed her hand under my skirt again.
I could feel her grab
the top of the stockings, twisting it in her hand and pulling it up. The soft
silky material slid across my swollen lips, I could feel it slide into my moist
folds. Emma had a crazy stocking fetish.
“That feels so good,” I
whispered as I closed my eyes and gasped.
She pulled the stockings
tighter before lowering her hands and rubbing my pussy softly. I could feel my
tender clitoris harden as she rubbed it gently through the stockings. She could
probably feel my moisture seeping through the sheer fabric.
“Let’s try something
else,” she said softly as she stood up from the sofa and pulled her knee-high
pencil skirt up to her waist.
Emma was also wearing
stockings… and no underwear. She spread my legs slowly and placed her right leg
over my left leg and moved her waist close to mine. Emma started grinding me
slowly, pressing her pussy against mine. I could feel she was wet. The friction
of the stockings intensified the feeling I had between my legs. I arched my
back and moaned loudly, closing my eyes as she started grinding me harder.
Within minutes I felt
electricity pulse through my body as I convulsed in an orgasmic fit, shaking
and trembling as Emma ground me harder and leaned forward to lock her lips
around my rock-hard nipples. I cried out and grabbed her hips, pulling her
harder between my legs as our private parts became one.
A few minutes later we
lay on the couch, exhausted and breathing heavily. I looked over at her
beautiful face.
“Thank you,” I smiled
as I leaned in for a passionate kiss.
