Lauras Pantyhose - Sex Stories

Lauras Pantyhose

... over the past month to try and avoid creaming in my pants. This worked for about thirty seconds until Laura reached up, grabbed my head and pulled it down until my face was buried in her crotch which I discovered was soaking wet and smelled wonderful. She wrapped her legs around me and began thrusting her cunt against my face. This was the first time I had ever been so close to real pussy, but I needed no instruction. Started pushing back against the wet spot with my tongue. I got my hands under her ass and pulled her into my darting tongue, and between that and her hands on the back of my head, she almost broke my nose. She started to come, thrusting even faster, and I pressed my chin into her steaming and still pantyhose pussy. She was making soft cries now and it seemed to go on forever, though it was probably less than two minutes. It goes without saying that my soccer team had disappeared into the biggest orgasm I had as yet experienced in my masturbatory life. This was the real thing-- a real live woman coming on my face because of what I had done to her. What a sense of power among the other feelings of ecstasy and contentment. When we had both stopped shaking, we lay there for a few minutes, her legs still wrapped around me, my hands still cupping her ass and my chin on her still occasionally quivering pussy. She gently disengaged herself and kissed my face, licking my cheeks and lips, tasting her own cunt juice. "Your parents will be here soon," she said a bit ...

... sadly, I thought, as she stood up. "Yeah," I said, genuinely sadly, as I sat up straight. She stood up, took my hand, and placed it on her wet crotch and she said simply, "Thank you." Then she said, "Wait here", and she almost ran out of the room and I could hear her scrambling up the stairs more like my teenage girlfriend than a forty-something married woman. She came back down a few minutes later, but I didn't hear her come into the room right away. My mind was still whirling at the overwhelming sexual experience I had just had. "Here," she said almost shyly, "these are for you." She handed me a little plastic baggy in which were a pair of white pantyhose, and it was then that I noticed that she was dressed exactly the same-- except her legs were bare. "Thanks", I said, which sounded pretty stupid, but I was still semi-stunned. She just gave me that wicked but this time happy smile. Later, at home, my happiness was mixed with regret and anticipation. Regret that I hadn't actually fucked her. (It wouldn't be long, but it wasn't Laura.) I hadn't even actually seen her pussy. Regret that I hadn't sucked or even seen her tits. Anticipation of the next time we would be alone. It never happened. First, The remaining few times that I went to her house, we weren't alone, and second, I didn't realize it, but the gift of her juice-soaked pantyhose (the heavenly smell lasted quite a while) was probably a kind of good-byer gift. One final part of this true story. I bought a pair of white ...