The Little Black Dress - Sex Stories

The Little Black Dress

“I need your opinion on a dress I have just bought if that’s okay,” you ask casually. “Of course,” I reply. You disappear off upstairs, leaving me sitting in the lounge feeling somewhat bemused. I’ve enjoyed such a delightful meal, with a beautiful woman whom I haven’t seen for years. I am now feeling somewhat on edge, by your request for my viewpoint on a dress! Candles flicker in the fireplace as I nervously perch on the edge of the sofa. I wonder what’s going to happen next, as I hear footsteps on the stairs and tentatively lean forward. The sight that greets me takes my breath away in an instant. You look stunning in a black dress that clings to your beautifully sculptured frame as if it were a second skin. The black high heels you are wearing accentuate your toned legs even further. The woman now standing before me is a picture of utter perfection. “Well what do you think, like it?” you smile back at me; there’s a wicked glint in your eyes. “Stunning,” I manage to stammer in reply. As you walk into the room and head towards the fireplace, you lean forward, putting one hand on the mantelpiece. Slowly you part your legs as you bend down to light another candle with the other hand. The dress as if by magic turns transparent in the shimmering light, revealing you are wearing nothing at all underneath it. The swollen lips of your pussy are clearly visible as you bend further forward. My pulse races, as my cock quickly hardens, straining against the material of my jeans. I ...

... am now well out of my comfort zone and my mind is racing. 'What the hell am I going to do next?' I ask myself. The urge to fuck you where you stand is overwhelming. As you turn around our eyes meet and I can see yours almost glazed over; you sense my anticipation. The smile you give in return is one of reassurance. There’s no turning back now. I stand up and move forward to kiss you. As soon as our lips touch, a tingling sensation runs down my spine and ends deep within my groin. I draw you close to me, and as our kiss deepens I feel you push against me. I can’t resist running my hands down and across the rounded contours of your beautiful figure. I pull your body tightly against me; a soft moan escapes your lips. I push my knee between your legs parting your legs, as your hand slides down to the front of my jeans and you squeeze me gently but firmly through the denim material. As our passion for each other heightens, my hands start to wander. Delicately, I touch your face, and lustfully but gently I pull your hair. Then slowly, as my confidence begins to grow, I run my hands down over your breasts. I feel your nipples quickly harden through the silky material of your dress as I do so. Your eyes close and you lean your headback. Your breathing is becoming more rapid, and then your hand squeezes me harder. Your touch alone is enough to make me want to explore your amazing body further. The pure ecstasy of this wonderful new experience is becoming apparent. My hands are now ...