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Subject: {ASSM} Story : Silken Stockings (FF, first time)
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"Bi-curious" is the phrase I've seen used.    I guess it's a fair
description of the way I've felt over the past few years - fascinated by
the thought of what it would be like to hold another woman, caress her,
fondle her, smell her, taste her

But on the couple of occasions where an opportunity may have presented
itself, I backed off, too shy, too scared, and ached for what I had
missed the following day.   I needed a woman to seduce me, force me,
almost rape me if that's the right word.

When I organised the dinner party, it was for three couples who are old
friends.  I thought of inviting one of the few eligible men I know, but
to most men an invitation to dinner is the same as to breakfast the next
morning and I really couldn't be bothered with the hassle.

When Barry and Jan mentioned they had a female friend from interstate
staying with them and would it be OK if she came along, I jumped at the
chance to at least even up the numbers.

When they, there was no sign of their friend and they explained she
would be along a little later as business had taken her out of town a
little way.  She had her own transport, so there was no hassle

Vanessa arrived about ten minutes later and as I opened the door, I was
instantly attracted to her.  Not classically beautiful in the photogenic
sense, but tall, tanned, slim, and her pale blonde with a slightly
boyish cut only emphasising her sensuality.

She was dressed simply enough, a loose summer dress buttoned down the
front, not dissimilar to my own, but when I glanced at her long, lithe
legs, I was a little ashamed at my own bare, brown and rather more
sturdy legs compared to the sheer genuine silk stockings she was
wearing.

As the night wore on and the wine wore down, I noticed Vanessa shyly
glancing at me a couple of times, and my heart leapt at one point as I
absentmindedly found myself thinking what it would be like to make love
to her.    But she certainly didn't seem the type to take me and the
thought soon passed.

After dessert and coffee, the other two couples thanked me as they left,
children to pick up, early start tomorrow, all the reasons people seem
to give when saying goodnight.

The remaining four of us were enjoying a glass of port, mostly Barry and
Jan chatting to Vanessa about old times and friends.

Feeling a bit out of things, I decided to clear some of the things from
the table.   I stood next to Vanessa gathering the dishes when I felt,
thought I felt, the gentlest squeeze on the inside of my leg just above
the knee!    A sensation shot up my leg into my groin, a chill, a
thrill.

So gentle I though I may have imagined it.  Was it real?   Did I feel
fingers softly sliding up the inside of my thigh to a point just below
the level of the tables so Barry and Jan couldn't have been aware of it?

My pulse was racing wondering whether it was real or had I imagined it?

Vanessa suddenly stood and said she would help me with the dishes, and
she followed me to the kitchen.   As I put my load on the bench, I felt
her body gently push against me as she reached from behind me as she put
down the dishes she was carrying.

Again, just a fleeting touch, but enough for me to feel her small, firm
breasts push against me, the hardness of her nipples like twin knives as
they brushed against me

We finished coffee and I was acutely aware of an almost electric charge
in the atmosphere each time I shyly, hungrily, glanced at her

Barry and Jan stood and started saying their goodbyes.   I couldn't
really concentrate on what they were saying, but my heart skipped a beat
when they asked Vanessa whether she would follow them home and she
softly replied that she'd stay and help me clean up ......

..... I still don't know who started it.    You are sitting up on the couch
and I'm curled up on the floor trying to listen to whatever you're
saying and trying to work out how I can find the courage to touch you

I know that your silken foot is gently teasing my leg under my dress and
I'm feeling the smooth fabric touch the inside of my thigh.   And my
right hand is caressing the smooth, warm curve of your tanned calf.

I feel my sex suddenly soft and moist, just like your eyes a second
before you know you are going to cry.

Both hands are now sliding up and down your legs well above the knee,
pushing the loose dress higher and higher and I'm shifting slightly so I
can reach further up your thighs and your delicious, intrusive foot can
push further up between my legs and God! ... it's brushing against the
crotch of my panties and the gentle pressure of your toes against my
lips  is making me wetter and wetter and burning and I know you must
feel my juices even through the thin fabric and silkiness of your foot.

I feel your other foot hooking around behind my head and pulling my face
down between your wide open thighs and I can smell the warm mustiness of
your sex.   My fingers have slid to the narrow band of lace of your
knickers and now your hand is on my head pulling me against your crotch
as your foot rubs against mine more and more firmly.

Your wetness is obvious against my face and nose as I lie there, not
daring to move at first, but slowly starting to nuzzle the moist fabric,
I push a little harder and I feel your lips starting to slide against
each other.   My fingers have slipped under the band of your panties and
I can feel the softness of your pubic hair under my fingertips and the
soft corrugations of your aroused labia as your hand presses my face
harder against you.

I need you to take my hand and lead me to my bedroom, but in a flash of
realisation, I know you have no idea of where it is, and it is me, me,
that takes yours, and you kiss me gently as I lift you from the couch
......

..... Your confident fingers have undressed me and I'm blushing as I stand
naked in front of you.

My hands are shaking as I finally undo the buttons of your thin dress
and slip it from your shoulders.   I feel my sex throb as my eyes fall
on the erect nipples pushing through the thin fabric of your bra and I
remember the sharp sensation of them pushing into me in the kitchen.

I'm kissing and licking your neck as I reach behind you and with
trembling fingers finally manage to unhook your bra and gently slide it
away, feeling your smooth cool skin against mine.

I gasp as my own aching nipples brush against yours and we stand almost
motionless feeling each other.    My mouth is on your breast as I slide
my hands down to the thin elastic band of your panties and my tongue is
circling the hard nipple, gently sucking as I feel you bend slightly and
unclip the silk stockings from your garter belt      Your hands are
running through my long dark hair as I move my mouth from perfect breast
to perfect breast.

I sink to my knees and feel your hands gently pulling my face into you
as I pull down panties and garter belt in a single movement.    Your
sweet musky aroma thrills me as I feel your fair pubic curls brushing
against my face and I see your glistening aroused lips through the
thatch as you silently step out of your panties.

My lips and tongue slides slowly down the inside of your thigh as I roll
down each stocking in turn and toss them on the bed and your thighs
squeeze my face as I push you gently back over the side of the bed.

I lift your slim legs to my shoulders and your lips part of their own
accord as I push my face into you and every sense in my body thrills as
I finally, deliciously, taste you.   My tongue pushing around and
against and into your slit and I gather your juices on the tip as it
slides slowly up to your throbbing strawberry tip  .....

 ..... you lie on your back gently sighing as I straddle your right leg,
rubbing the juices from my dripping mound against the hard bone above
your knee, and I am slowly and sensually caressing your face and neck
with the silken touch of the stocking.
I feel the tingling sensation of my fingers sliding the thin, smooth
fabric against your breasts, easily teasing the nipples which I have
licked and sucked tonight, back to full erectness.  My left hand slides
one end of the stocking to my own breast and I harden almost instantly
at the cool touch.

I brush it across your stomach, and then up the inside of your legs from
the ankles up.

Softly between your thighs, teasing you with the sensation and I know as
your sighs become deeper that you are slowly building to a massive
orgasm.    The silk is gently pulling at your pubic hair, fluffing it
up, as your hand envelops mine and our fingers intertwine as you push my
hand down harder onto you.

My left hand searches for the toe of the stocking as the fingers of my
right brush the silk against your lips, now inside them, and your sigh
turns to a moan as the silk gently flicks across your bulging clit.

Now I use both hands, my left alternating between gentle and harder
pressure as it rubs you and my right slides the toe of the stocking down
to your now parted opening.

My finger pushes it  inside you.   Slowly at first, but inch by inch, I
push, the silk soaking up your juices as more and more disappears into
you and you are rocking and arching as it fills your cavity until there
is only the last six inches or so dangling from you like an ludicrously
obscene condom.

You must guess what happens next as I slide up the bed alongside you.

Your long slender fingers push your lips apart, exposing your throbbing
clit, and I lean and kiss you hard as I slowly start to drag the
stocking up between your lips.

The silk pulls against your slit and slides slowly, relentlessly,
smoothly over your aching bud until your hand grabs the stocking and
pulls harder and faster and you scream into my mouth as the dam inside
you bursts and the waves of relief flood from your sex to every
extremity, every tip of your body ....

.... we rest silently, your head on my shoulder.    I hear your breathing
slowly sink back to a normal level and the thumping of your heart
recede.   We stay like that for some minutes until I feel you stir
slightly.   And I tremble slightly and part my legs as I feel your soft
fingertips slide across my stomach and down to my thick pubic bush ....

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