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Sandra’s First Pair
She
accepted the gift with more than a drop of reluctance.
She never saw herself as kinky and was not interested in the various
fetish realms. And yet, the Hosiery
given held a special mystery as if she was about to open Pandora’s Box and be
enlightened by the secret within. Her
boyfriend Gregg just couldn’t wait. He
was so eager to get her home and see her in her special gift.
As they drove home, they discussed the Hosiery and the depths of the leg
fetish. Sandra looked directly into
Gregg’s eyes and was more than a bit mystified. She had been married to Gregg for over two years, and not
once had he mentioned his desire to see her wearing a garter belt and stockings.
The same secretive question swarmed through her head…
had he been cheating on her? Wouldn’t
she had known… and would that be
the only answer to his new found sexual fetish?
Greg insisted that they stopped
at the Lingerie store on the way home. Sandra
never owned a garter belt. She had
no purpose for one. Sandra was an
artist and her idea of getting dressed for work consisted of a pair of white
cotton drawstring pants and a big white shirt.
She had several “painting outfits” for years, each covered with
different shapes of spattered colors. Recently,
her paints had become more popular in the market, allowing her some extra
financial freedom. Gregg was a
great financial support, but Sandra wanted… no, she needed to be
self-supporting. She never wanted to be dependent on anyone, especially a man.
She loved Gregg dearly, and would do anything (almost) for him.
But her financial independence was essential to their successful
relationship. Gregg didn’t
understand her drive for independence. As
a successful Architect, he made enough to support them in any style she wished.
Even though they lacked for nothing, she never once splurged or bought
her self something special. She
insisted on only the necessities of life. That
was one reason Gregg had felt so uncomfortable to bring up his desire to see her
in Hosiery.
Sandra shook her head when she
saw the skimpy outfit Gregg had chosen for her.
Again, she reflected her doubts as she unconsciously stroked the softness
of the stockings she held in her hands. A part of her was excited to see just how well she looked in
her gift.
Upon arriving home, she insisted that
she have some time to herself. Initially,
she just wanted a few moments to mentally prepare her for the situation.
But after a long hot bath brewing over the Hosiery that a waited for her,
she was so eager to inspect herself in their long bathroom mirror.
Carefully she towel dried her shapely body. She inspected her naked form in the mirror, admiring her soft
curves. Sandra was a slender
5”8’, with short black hair that clung to her shoulders.
Her breast were two large firm mounds that enhanced her broad shoulders
and narrow waist. She looked down
at her toes, admiring her firm shapely legs.
All in all she had little to complain about. She still had an appetite of a 16 year old where sex, food,
adventure and life were concerned. And
yet she held the pose and elegance of a mature women.
Slowly she pulled each stocking up her
firm legs, enjoying the feel of the silky material against her sensitive skin.
She placed the belt around her waist and hooked the top of the Stocking,
holding them in place. She pulled
on the sexy red silk panties and the matching skimpy bra.
The final touch were the high red heels.
Once done, she admired the full picture in the mirror. Without realizing it, she found her hand down her panties
fingering her wet pussy. She was so
aroused with just the feel of the silk against her skin and the erotic image in
the mirror, that her fingers slipped into her welcoming pussy as she orgasmed.
Not wanting Gregg to miss out, she quickly turned away from her image and
exited the bathroom. She found her husband laying on his side facing the bathroom
door.
Gregg was struck dumb as he
stared at his wife. “My God…
was she beautiful.” His
penis immediately became stiff with anticipation.
She slowly walked toward the bed her hips swaying as she moved.
She had a mischievous grin on her face and decided to tease her husband
just a little. She raised her foot
onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. She
moved her hands over her legs, smoothing the fine lines of the silk stocking.
By this time, her pussy was dripping with anticipation.
She wanted to feel her husband’s dagger deep inside her.
Gregg reached forward and stroked her
moist panties. Sandra groaned with
shear pleasure. Gregg ran his hands
down her legs feel the silky material against the firmness of her legs.
He savored each moment wanting to experience it both physically and
emotionally. As his erection grew,
he removed his panties. He pulled away from his wife, asking her to spread her legs
flashing her delicate pink wet lips. She
slid the material way and caressed her inner folds with her fingers.
Again, she raised her head groaning with pleasure.
She knew Gregg’s cock was so hard and about to bulge with his juices.
She moved toward him, straddling his cock between her firm long Stocking
legs. She ran his tip against the
soft folds of the moist fabric barely covering her increasing wetness.
Slowly, purposefully she pulled the material away allowing him to slowly
slip into her world. He pumped her hard and deep as he stroked her stocking
covered legs. The friction his
under his hands made him quickly explode.
As Sandra she stroked her own legs,
she orgasmed simultaneously. The
rush was like nothing she had ever felt before.
She was amazed that she had never dwelt into the world of stockings.
Her husband pulled her close to him, whispering in her ear.
She smiled and responded, “yes darling, the night is very young…. and
if you desire, I will wear my present to bed!”
By Ambrosia Vynne
This story is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or
locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
copyright 2000 Ambrosia Vynne