One leg at a time, I eased out of the pantyhose and dropped them on the bed.One leg at a time, I eased out of the pantyhose and dropped them on the bed. He picked them up, stretched them a few times, and said "I'll bet these would make pretty decent ropes." There was a strange note in his voice that I'd never heard before. I continued to undress, dropping my bra to the floor, and answered carefully, "Probably. After all, don't stranglers use them?" He stretched one nylon leg over his hand and stood behind me. He didn't say anything, just nibbled on my neck and ran the silky yet rough nylon across my nipples. They shriveled into erect knobs almost instantly. I reached my arms back, knotted my fingers in his hair. "Why do you ask?" "Ask what," he said, trying to sound innocent. "About ropes." "Oh, just thinking." He sounded distracted, probably because his teeth were idly scraping the underside of my chin and his nylon-sheathed hands were lightly stroking my thighs. "I was kind of wondering if maybe you might enjoy not having as much control as usual.... " The sexual tiger that lurks just below the surface of my conservative personality growled. The idea was... intriguing "You know," he went on, "not being able to pull away because you aren't ready to come yet, not being able to grab my hips and drive me into you..." His voice was a low murmur, accompanied by more gentle caresses along my inner thighs, always carefully avoiding my pubic mound, more light nips along my neck. I couldn't tell whether my arousal came from his touch or his suggestion, but I didn't care. I felt his erection rising through my panties and his jeans, and backed him against the wall, pressing myself against him. "So, what did you have in mind?" The soft purr of my voice matched his quiet tones. |