Carlos and The Garter Belt - Sex Stories

Carlos and The Garter Belt

... was consumed by the lingerie in his hands. Stepping through the door, he was amazed at the space and appointments he saw. The whole back wall was mirrored. On the right side of the room were two pink silk horseshoe shaped chairs with a tiny table in between. To the left was a chaise lounge in matching pink silk. Carlos made his way quickly to the chaise. All that he could think of was lingerie and stockings against his skin. He was so close to that now. He dropped the items in his hands on the chaise. He'd never stripped out of his clothes quicker in all his life. His clothing littering the floor around the chaise. Taking the bra and panties of the hangers, he debated over what he needed on his skin first. Hands lingering on the lace panties. Choice made, he slipped the panties up his toned legs. He let out a deep sigh as the panties slid home. The panties caressing his ass and balls like briefs or jockeys never could. When he adjusted his cock, he was in heaven at the feel of lace against it. He picked up the bra next. He was an expert at taking them off, but this was a different animal entirely. How difficult could it be, he thought. He tried to put the bra on like he had seen his wife do a million times. Arms through the straps and hands trying to hook the back closed. After a few minutes of struggling, he took his arms out of the straps, turning the bra so the back was at his chest. He then hooked the three hooks and turned the bra around, finally placing his arms ...

... through the straps. He loved the way the red silk felt on his nipples. Hurrying now, wanting to see how he looked but the look needed to be complete first. Garter belt went on with ease. The stockings took a little time. He went slow, so they would not get a run. Finally the top of the last stocking was caressing his thigh. He could wait no longer, he turned to the mirrors and admired himself. So sexy he thought. The colors and fabrics contrasting against his tan skin tone wonderfully. He did a slow turn, turning his head to see how he looked from the back. The silk, lace, and fishnets made him feel sexier than he had ever felt in all his life. Almost perfect, he thought, as his cock throbbed in time to his fast beating heart. Perfection would be achieved as soon as he snapped the red garter belt straps to the black fishnets. He leaned forward, fingers fumbling with the straps. His frustration grew as the straps continued not to cooperate. "Can I help you with that?" Cherry asked from the open fitting room door. Carlos spun around and stammered, " I-I cannot seem to work the snaps." Cherry stepped forward leaving the door slightly ajar. She walked slowly around Carlos, admiring the silk and lace on the athletic form in front of her. Fingers slightly brushed his skin as she sank to her knees behind him. He could feel her fingers on the back of his thighs as she adjusted the straps. He shivered as she snapped the left strap to the top of the stocking. He was almost shaking as she ...