Pit-of-desire - Sex Stories

Pit-of-desire

... "Or off," she said, with a small smile on her lips. I just nodded, and she stood up and scooted in her chair. I stood beside her and she put a hand in the crook of my arm and we walked side-by-side into Macy's. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, and she smelled wonderful, and occasionally she'd rub against me with her hip or her arm and my heart was beating in my chest as we maneuvered to the lingerie department. It was a maze of female underthings and I let her steer me around. My eyes would go from item to item on the mannequins and then back to the lovely model beside me. I fantasized about her wearing the smallest and most revealing bras and panties and slips and teddys and whatever else they were called that I saw in our little tour. Michelle would occasionally pick up some bra or panty and hold it in front of her and ask my opinion. "How do you think this would look on me?" "Marvelous. Sexy." I ran out of words and my mind was a haze of desire as her smell and the nearness of her body and the hint of sexuality that pervaded the whole scene were all intoxicating to me. She steered me to a section that was mostly black and some looked like corsets with straps for stockings and many cut-outs and jutty bra parts and some long gloves and black mesh stockings and it was sort of fetishistic, like something a mistress would wear, a mistress who loved to dominate her man, or men. She didn't end up buying anything, but I was in a frenzy of emotion by the time we left. "You'd like ...

... to see me in my underwear, wouldn't you?" she asked, "and then maybe out of it." "Nothing could be finer," I said. "Follow me," she said as we went to the parking lot. "I'm in the silver Focus over there." I stared at her long legs and tight ass as she walked to her car. I got into mine after she closed the door to hers, and followed her in and out of traffic until we pulled up at her apartment. She pushed all the bells and buttons until we arrived at her door. It swung in and she closed it behind me, coming close to me until her breasts brushed against my chest. I wanted to put my arms around her and crush her against me and feel her ass and pull her lips against mine and stab my tongue inside her mouth, but she just breezed by me and went around turning on lights and kicking off her heels. I slipped my shoes off as well and stood waiting for her. I heard a door close as she walked down the hallway and a few moments later a flush. She came back and stepped into the small kitchen. She fished a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and held it up. "White Zin?" she asked. I nodded and she came into the living room and held out a glass of the pink wine to me. We clinked the glasses together and I took a small sip and watched her lips touching the smooth liquid and stared at her tongue as it rolled inside her mouth. She waved a hand at the couch and we sat down. She curled up into a corner, with one leg crossed over the other, and I tried to stretch out as comfortably as I could ...