Her First Stocking series, chapter 8
I was watching Saturday night's soccer game on the telly, trying very hard to follow the action on the field, but like all afternoon, my thoughts kept returning to the events of the previous night. We had not spoken about it since leaving Mark's house and dropping Annie off at her house. By the time we got home, it was early afternoon, and both of us carried on with our day as we did on most Saturday afternoons, except this time we were somewhat reserved, keeping to ourselves while lost in our own thoughts and emotions.
Halftime was approaching, and I really had no idea what was happening on the field; furthermore, somehow I missed the only goal of the game, not even registering there was a replay. I did not notice my wife walking into the living room either until she stood in front of me and asked me: "Can I sit with you, Babe?"
She looked hot in her red sheer robe, which was ankle length, hiding nothing under it, as well as in her red lacy garter belt that held up a pair of beige stockings and in her red mules. She lightly made up her face except for her ruby-red lips, which were strikingly red, and she had an uncertain smile on her face.
"Yes, baby," I said, padding the couch beside me.
"You look hot," I added.
She ignored my suggestion and sat on my lap, her arms closing around my neck while she softly kissed my lips.
"Isn't this better?" She asked, still with uncertainty in her voice.
"Yes, Babe. You are right," I said, softly kissing her lips.
"Babe," she continued, "take me back and make me yours again, make me only yours, please."
I kissed her, lingering on her warm, red lips, when I felt them open slightly, her tongue running over mine, and as I responded, our tongues found each other; suddenly, I felt I was home again, and everything was okay as we kissed passionately. When the kiss was broken and we finally spoke, I noticed from the corner of my eye that the soccer game was already over.
"I love you, Babe," she whispered.
"I love you too, Baby," I replied, holding her tightly in my arms.
"Are we all right, Babe?"
"Yes, Baby. We are more than all right."
"Take me to our bedroom and make love to me, please," she said demurely, with hope in her eyes.
"Yes, Baby," I said. "I will take you back and make you my woman just like before."
She stood up, I flicked the telly off and picked her up, her arms wrapping around my neck on the way to our bedroom, where I gently put her on our bed. I watched her for a few seconds as she lay there, soaking up her beauty with my eyes, then quickly stripped naked and climbed onto the bed too, lying beside her.
I kissed her face, her neck, and her ears while my hand explored her body over her robe, and when I found the rope of her gown, I pulled on it, opening her robe, exposing her creamy-white body to me and to my exploring hands and fingers. I kissed her lips, and our tongues made love for a couple of minutes, then I kissed my way to her breast. Her nipples were hard and unusually red; in fact, they looked like they were raw, and when I bit one of them with my lips, I heard her wince. I looked at her questioningly.
"It's okay, Babe. They are just a bit sensitive."
I kissed them softly, sucked them into my mouth gently, and swirled my tongue around them until she started to moan when her hand found my head, pushing me onto one of them, encouraging me to suck it more.
"That feels so nice, Babe," she whispered.
