The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... room with pumps in hand, padding down the hallway in pantyhose.

'Oh, good you're still here,' she remarked as she dropped her heels beside the armchair. 'Would you?' She turned and presented her back to me and immediately I understood what she was referring to. Unzipped, the red dress she wore exposed her entire back from the gold chain she had around her neck to the black lace thong that hugged her upper buttocks and hips, and it came to me it wasn't pantyhose on her legs but most likely thigh high stockings. She wore no bra, and as I moved in to take hold of the zipper and my cock began its familiar twitching in her presence, she let out a small chuckle. 'Good luck with this. I'm gonna have to suck it all in!'

She was exaggerating, of course, the zip rising buttery smooth up her spine as the admittedly tight dress cinched her waist. My fingers brushed her trapezius as I completed the task and she let out a giggle.

'Ooh look,' she raised her left arm much as she'd done the night before. 'Goosebumps,' she turned to look up into my eyes. 'Actually, that reminds me. You were soft last night!'

'What?' I could feel myself going red.

'Well, going to bed so early! Though I suppose I wasn't the best company. I think I fell asleep,' she rolled her eyes and smiled, and I began to wonder if she indeed remembered all that had taken place on the couch. 'I did like the head scratches though,' she reached out and touched my arm. 'I told you I'd missed our couch ...

... cuddles.'

Had she been half asleep? I knew she was dozy, but did that extend to forgetting the boob touch, her hand upon my erection?

'So, anyway,' she took a step back. 'How do I look? Ooh, just a sec,' she spun and scooted to her black stilettos, directing her ass toward me as she stooped to place them on her feet. The dress rode up inches on her thighs and as suspected, the lace tops of her stockings appeared, a tantalizing and unexpected flash of her intimates.

'You look beautiful,' I openly admitted when she once more found my eyes, not mincing my words when it came to praising her.

'Really?' She scrunched her nose. 'You don't have to lie,' she laughed.

'No!' I adamantly stated. 'You look... really good.'

'Oh, thank you,' she approached and to my delight leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, her breasts, tightly restricted by the dress, pressing my chest. 'You're sweet. Home early tonight? Maybe we can Netflix and chill?' She raised her eyebrows expectantly and I laughed.

'Mom. You really need to Google that,' I groaned.

*

I had a better time at the party than I thought I would. My colleague, the same age as me, had a lot of friends and some even went to USC which was a huge bonus. So many plans to meet up during orientation week were made and my contacts list on my phone and Facebook more than doubled in one evening. It was to my shame that I hadn't even thought of Mom before I decided to leave the party and get an Uber home around one in the morning, and ...