We are sitting on the sofa, watching "The Crying Game" together.We are sitting on the sofa, watching "The Crying Game" together. We are cuddling in each other's arms, your cheek nuzzling mine. You are dividing your attention between the movie, where the TS star is tenderly giving a blowjob to her boyfriend, and my slender right arm, resting contentedly against your chest, a pearl bracelet encircling my tiny wrist. You are impressed by how feminine, sophisticated, sexy I look in my new outfit. I am wearing a white blouse with sleeves & back made of sheer silk organza, a short black silk crepe de chine swing skirt which falls in big, loose folds around my slim waist, leading down to my shapely legs in silky black pantyhose, glistening in the twilights of the room; my pretty feet in black satin hi heel shoes are on the coffee table, giving you a beautiful view of my slender ankles & feet... You are particularly impressed by my shoes. They are Yves St Laurent black satin hi heels: pointy toes with open sides highlighting my curvaceous insteps, and peekaboo opennings showing two little toes, painted a demure peach red. You gently brush your hand over my arm, pulling me onto your lap. Your chin nuzzles my neck, enjoying the perfumed nape of my neck. As you brush your lips on my earlobe, I shiver. Your warm hand slip into my blouse, past the lacy edge of my satin bra, seeking my pert little nipple. As it zeroes in on its target, I moan softly in my throat and lean my head back on your shoulder. I can feel your erection thru my soft skirt, probing me questioningly. You sink your face into the loose curls of my hair, savoring my feminine fragrance. You notice that my hands have sneaked into the folds of my skirt, and I am now rubbing myself down there. My breath grows shorter as I squirm, rubbing my silky thighs together. You watch in fascination as I rub myself, looking up at you, my eyes glazed with desire & lust, my wet pouty lips parted slightly, invitingly. I slip one hand into my blouse and caress my nipples, moaning softly. Then I lean over, unbutton your shirt, and start kissing & nibbling on your nipples. I run my soft hands over your chest, squeezing your nipples tenderly. |