The first of a series. These are pretty erotic, explicit, and don't offer much in the way of plot/characterization. If you want that, pick up some Anais Nin or read some of the other stories that have been posted here recently -- the "Black Stockings," for example. You've been warned. Press <N> on your newsreader, etc. etc.

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And what else? Your hands. You like my hands. We kissed then, softly at first. And then her tongue touched mine. She pressed hard. I felt her body move forward. Yes, she said. I like your hands, too. She took my hand and pressed it against her neck. I feel warm? You feel hot, I said. I kissed her neck, gently ran my tongue across her neck up to her cheek. I whispered against her ear. I said, Really hot. She moved my hand down her blouse, down her stomach, to her legs. She wore suntanned nylons. I had been watching her legs all evening. No high heels -- just brown flats. Her skirt was short, a cream color, and she wore a brown jacket. How does this feel? she asked. Your leg is hot too, I whispered. She said: I'm horny. Is that what you are? Yes. I want you to do something. She kissed my lips, then looked at me. We were close, our eyes inches apart. Yes. Tell me. I need a massage. Yes. A foot massage, she said. I'm a bad girl for wearing heels. Tell me. You . . . I wanted to wear heels tonight, she whispered. But I felt like a bad girl. Most nights I wear high heels. She ran her hands down her pantyhose to her heels. She closed her eyes. A low voice, hushed, she whispered: You like heels don't you? Yes. I do. You like high, she whispered. She moved her head back, arched her back slightly. You like high heels. Now her fingers moved to her blouse. She undid one button. Tell me how high, she said, and took my hand and placed it on her knee and then began pulling it along her thigh, under her skirt. Tell me, she whispered. High heels, I said. She moaned. Her stockings felt smooth, in the dim light they shimmered. I touched her pussy. I'm so wet, she said. I slipped my fingers out and put them against her lips. She moaned again. I'm so wet. I'm a bad girl. Tell me how bad I am. You need high heels, I said. Yes. I'm going to make you wear high heels. She undid her second button and began rubbing above her breasts gently. I feel so horny, she said. Her voice was barely above a whisper. I need a big cock tonight. No, I said. What you need is a spanking. Because I've been a bad girl. Yes. Now give me your feet, I said. Give them to me. And she spun on the sofa and lay back and placed both her feet in my lap. Her flats looked good and I watched her ankles and the knit of her pantyhose. I slipped one flat off and took hold of her foot. I took it gently and lifted it to my lips. I kissed her big toe and then the little toe. She had small toes, each painted red. I've been bad, she said. Now she was laying back, her back against the armrest, blouse halfway open, eyes still closed. Her blonde hair fell back and she she ran both her hands through her hair and took a long, slow breath. I need to kiss your feet before I spank you, I said. Spank me hard. Not until I finish your feet. I pressed her sole against my cheek and touched my tongue to her heel. Her feet were warm, they smelled sweet. I liked that, her sweet smell, her little toes against my cheek. Baby, she whispered. I need to get down on all fours. Yes. I need you to spank me. She moved from the sofa onto the floor and knelt with her ass up. The seam of her pantyhose darkened around her hips and in the dim light I studied the slow curve of her ass and the backs of her thighs and the backs of her legs. I slipped the other shoe off and knelt beside her and kissed her other foot. I kissed her toes and ran my tongue against the seam of her pantyhose. She reached beneath herself and undid her blouse so that it fell open. I kissed one shoulder and then the other and slipped first one strap of her black lace bra off that shoulder and then the other strap. Then I knelt between her legs and reached beneath for her nipples which were large and hard. I pinched one and then other and when I did she moaned and said that what she needed was a hard spanking and that what she wanted more than anything else was a man with a big cock who would kiss her feet and keep them clean and lick them whenever she wanted. I spanked her hard. I'm so bad, she said. I spanked her again. I'll get the heels, she said. I need you to dress me in heels. I want to model my heels for you. You'll do that when I say. I spanked her a third time and she yelped. I told her to stay down on her knees, to be a good girl. Yes, she whispered. Yes. I went into her bedroom and looked in the first drawer of her dresser and saw only black lace bras and matching panties and in the second drawer I saw her pantyhose in all colors from red to black to suntanned and saw several thigh-highs. I reached in for a handful and looked at them and pressed them against my face. In the third drawer I saw a body suit, black lace, and beside it several garter belts. One belt still attatched to a stocking. I took that stocking and held it up and saw that it looked recently worn. I pressed that against my cheek and then lay the stocking and garter belt back into the drawer, carefully. Beneath the dresser she kept her heels, and I took a pair of black velvet slingbacks and went into the living room where she still knelt. I ran my fingers around her ass and then kissed her ass and licked around the the topseam of the pantyhose. I ran my finger down her left leg to her heel and then took her foot and slid it into one of the heels. I did the same with the other. Stand up, now, I told her. Stand up and let me look at your legs. She rose to her feet and I told her to turn around and when she did I ran my hands up both her legs to her hips and told her to stay like that. Don't move, I said, and slowly inched the pantyhose down to her knees so that her wet pussy and bare ass was exposed. I pressed my face into her ass and then licked and pressed my tongue in deep. She could barely keep her balance. She moaned, took a few steps forward. I kept my tongue pressed into her ass and after I had sucked for a minute or so told her to go to the bed and bend over. She walked carefully and asked if I wouldn't like to take the pantyhose all the way off. You do what I say, I said, and told her to bend over. She did this and I burrowed my tongue into her ass again and then moved down to her pussy where it was wet and slick and sweet and I licked and sucked and when she had one orgasm and then another she begged for me to take off my pants and lay back on the bed so she could be a really good girl. I want that big cock in my mouth, she told me. I climbed onto the bed and told her to pull up her pantyhose and then kneel beside me and suck my cock until I came. She knelt and sucked and when I came I told her to dance. I watched her for a few minutes until I felt hard again and then she moved so that her ass was over my face and pressed that ass to my lips while she used her hands and lips to slick down my rock hard cock and make me come again.