Would like to thank ltlfoxyridr for her assistance in proofreading this story.
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I met Kim on a popular photo sharing site and we'd been chatting for well over a year. Her girl next door quality combined with her knack for taking sensual and seductive self-portraits made her profile very popular. She was one of those women that the camera really loved. Though there was a number of years difference in our ages, it didn't seem to matter, and in a short time we hit it off and began to talk daily.
As we grew to know one another, I became very comfortable opening up to her and sharing fantasies and desires that also seemed to resonate with her. While surfing various porn sites recently, I'd discovered that women in pantyhose had really started to pique my interest. I had been with women that had worn thigh highs during lovemaking but never pantyhose. The added silkiness of hose on a woman's legs just pushed that little button inside me, and the thought of a woman in pantyhose had begun to really drive a new found desire deep within me.
One evening while chatting with Kim, I shared my newfound fantasy, and it really seemed to turn her on. I think part of the allure may have been the fact that part of my fantasy was to pleasure a woman wearing pantyhose without actually penetrating her. The more detail I went into. the more interested Kim seemed to get ... so much so, that a few days later, she snapped off a few photos of herself, with her wrists tied together, hanging from the top of a door and wearing these really sexy black boots and thigh-high fishnets. Her perfectly shaped ass is, without a doubt, one of her best features. The way she arched her back in the photo made those perfect cheeks so desirable, I couldn't help wanting to spank them. I really appreciated her effort and encouraged her to take even more shots of herself wearing fishnets.
To my delight, a few weeks later, she privately shared even more erotic photos of herself wearing a full set of fishnet pantyhose, in front of the same door, hands up high with her back arched perfectly. Those images kicked my latest fantasy into full gear. I let her know that if I had been there, I'd have had to spring for a new set of stockings, because my desire would have taken over and I would have torn them for sure before having my way with her. I believe the potent image of being taken forcefully actually whet her desire even further.
For several weeks following, our conversations would often start out harmless, but I couldn't help but bring them back around to how hot she looked in fishnets and how much more irresistible she'd be in pantyhose. While we had many times had conversations that included suggestions of actually meeting up to act out on our desires, I never expected her to actually agree, until one day, she suggested we meet up for lunch.
The idea of us actually getting together for a lunch couldn't have made me happier. I knew we were just friends, and I honestly didn't expect anything beyond lunch, until I saw her walk into the restaurant. She wore a tailored jacket over a blouse that really accented her fine breasts, with a skirt and some really fine black tights topped off by those famous black boots. It's hard to recall what her first words were to me, because all my senses were focused on how hot she looked. As we hugged, I took in her scent, breathed in deep and savored her aroma.
Just like our conversation online, we quickly became very comfortable talking to one another, as if we had been having lunches for years. She kept catching me taking quick peeks at her legs. The first few times, she'd just smiled and kept on talking, but it quickly began to arouse her as well. I'm sure she was starting to replay our online conversations in her head, as I had been doing since we got there. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and in a soft voice asked, "Would you like to touch?"
As eager as I was, she didn't have to ask me twice. I placed my hand on her knee, and she let out a gentle sigh. The tights were just as smooth and silky as I had imagined. As we tried not to draw any attention to ourselves, I learned very quickly to eat my salad with my left hand so my right hand never had to leave her thigh. I would let my fingers gently caress her inner thigh and paint circles up the inside of her leg.
From the way she kept shifting around in the booth, I could see she was having as much fun as I was. Without warning, she placed her hand on top of mine, gently spread her legs, and guided my fingers slowly up her thigh until I found her totally soaked center. I took the hint and cupped my hand and palmed her womanhood as she let out another gentle sigh. With just the pulsation of my hand, the heat and moisture told me she was really getting into our little lunchtime adventure. After a few moments of this playfulness she quickly snapped her legs together and helped guide my hand away. Her rapid breathing let me that just a few more moments of my attentions, and she wouldn't have been able to control herself.
As lunch drew to an end, I dreaded having to part ways and say our goodbyes, but I knew we had created a nice memory for us to enjoy for a long time. Much to my surprise, Kim placed her hand in my crotch and began to innocently stroke my shaft. In no time, my tumescent shaft became quite uncomfortable trapped within my pants, and I didn't know how much of such exquisite attention I could withstand. As she proceeded to stroke me under the table, she explained that she had an appointment with her ophthalmologist after lunch and wasn't much in the mood to return to work after that, so she had planned to go shopping afterward instead.
The grin on Kim's face told me she was wondering how I would respond. Looking at Kim with a big grin, I responded, "I sure wish I would have planned for the afternoon off, I would have enjoyed helping you shop for silky pantyhose and probably even bought you a few pair."
She grinned and leaned in to whisper into my ear, "I plan on buying a few pair anyway, want me to model them for you?"
I took a hard swallow and replied, "Oh, I'd very much enjoy that."