Erotic Stocking & Suspender stories (Fic/Non-fic)

[Frakas]

I wrote the following last year. Like so much inspiration from erotic stories my single-minded nature focuses so much on one woman or women in general and what turns me on so much about them. Hope you enjoy, and I hope this becomes a great thread that will serve as an outlet for erotic stories, fiction and non-fiction.

Her garters
Kathy had already pulled her silky nylons up her curvy legs. Kathy was a full-figured curvaceous woman with the most beautiful silky black hair, long legs, amazing breasts, a lovely body overall to my ogling eyes. She sat down In a classic red leather chair, clad only in her black open-toed pumps, seamed flesh-toned stockings, g-string panty and a black panty girdle that still hasn’t been attached to her stockings. She beckoned me with her finger.
“Sweetie, would you mind gartering me up please?”
I smiled wickedly
“It will be my pleasure babe.”
I went over and got down on my knees, running my hands up her legs, smoothing out the wrinkles in her stockings, when I got to her knees she giggled and shuddered a little.
“That tickles,” she smiled, and I felt my manhood grow a few inches in response. I gently massaged her gorgeous thighs. The moans she let out were practically orgasmic.
“Oh my God. Honey don’t I’ll be late for work.” She moaned.
“You can afford it…” I said. “After all, how long has it been since I ate you out?”
“Last night?” She smiled.
“Hmm, I guess you’re right.” I smiled as I took the first garters on the front of her panty girdle and slowly buttoned them tightly to the welts of her stocking tops.
“I am so jealous of these little buttons… they get to be right next to you all day long,”
I gently danced my fingers on the front of her panty girdle, teasing her mercilessly.
“Please don’t do that, if I get any hornier I’ll screw you right here.” She said, halfway being serious, halfway sarcastic.
I had her stand up so I got button her stockings in the back. I snugged them up so her stockings would be held up tight and as she walked the garter straps would stretch against her skin and turn her on. She put her bra on and I hooked it in the back. She turned around and I almost went crazy. The bra was ridiculously low cut. I could almost see the bottom of her creamy white breasts.
“What? You don’t think it shows too much cleavage do you?” She asked, pretending to be innocent but she was getting back at me for trying to turn her on by mercilessly teasing me until she got back later that evening. Little did she know I have been cheating on her with my right hand. She pretended well, she knew I loved the naïve young lady attitude. It always turned me on. She shook her breasts, purposely allowing her bra straps to slip off her shoulders(she knew that drove me insane), I could see a little bit of her nipple slip out.
“Ooops…” she said, as she brushed her hand over the front of my pants. She knew I had a hard-on that could break a brick right now. She slipped on her full black skirt, just barely came below her knee, and a tight button up blouse. She was undeniably dressed to tease. The final touch was a pair of beautiful black nerdy librarian glasses.
She was perfect. Kathy was very insecure about her looks when she was a teen, but I always found her very attractive. In our college classes together I always ogled her legs and what little cleavage she showed. It was one fateful night when I confessed my feelings for her. I was so scared. I knew this could go only one way or the other. One way it might scare her away from me and I’d never see her again, or she might actually be delighted that I found her attractive. Fortunately… it was a mix of the two. She got a creepy vibe from my feelings for her and yet she liked that I found her attractive. Once she got past her creepy vibe… she actually asked ME out.
“I want you to be a good boy. I promise when I come back I might walk over that air grate and do a sexy little dance for you” She raised her eyebrows and bit her lower lip a little bit. She had me as putty in her hands. She knew everything about my fantasies, my desires. Whereas some women might use that for selfish purposes… Kathy did it only for me.
Kathy grabbed my face, enticing the hell out of me even further by pressing my face between her heavenly bosoms.
“I’ll be back later sweetie” She gently pressed her lips against mine… giving me that longing look that said “I wish we could stay… don’t worry, we’ll have fun later.” And she closed the door behind her.
I loved her so much I forced myself to wait for her.