Have you been lucky enough to play with the same partner long enough to establish a mutual trust? Well I have and believe me when I say that these encounters are phenomenal. I've been seeing a local lady for some time. We're developed a trusting relationship and each understands the desires and wishes of the other. I email'ed asking if I could see her the following week. I agonized over the weekend looking forward to our time together while reliving past encounters. Needless to say, as the time neared, I was rife with desire. The evening before our tryst, I email'ed her the following: "Remember when I visited in your other place and I asked for the stockings? Do you still have them because I'd like to use them again, that is if you would also. I think I'm in a playful mood and would love to tease and torture you with passion. Think you're up to it?" No reply.
Arriving on time the next day, my beautiful friend was as ready for me as I was for her. Entering, she kissed me, a deep, intimate, passionate kiss between lovers, our body rubbing, our hands roaming. Separating, we moved to the couch to talk and play. I didn't ask about the stockings, waiting for her to broach the subject. I did ask if she dreamed of me and, with a devilish glint in her eyes, she whispered "No, but after receiving your email I went to sleep thinking about you and today." So, she had received the email but the stocking were no were to be seen. Before long we were locked in an intimate embrace, kissing, touching and playing. Between moans my lover said "Let's go to bed.", but I continued to tease and torment. Eventually we broke and adjourned to the bedroom.
Upon entering I found the stocking laying on the bed. Examining them, I looked to my lover as she quickly disrobes. Her eyes are glowing and I've never before seen such a Cheshire Grin on her face. Silently, she quickly jumping into bed, her hips moving as she extends her arms towards me, a pleading expression on her face. Smiling, I return the stocking, disrobed and joined my lover, kissing and caressing every inch of her exquisite body. Soon, her hand moves between my legs, touching and teasing me. My hand reciprocates, her hips rotating, the moans exquisite as I teasing bringing her closer to the edge. Pantingly, her hips leave the bed as she tries to position my hand, to get relief. Realizing what she is doing, I avoid, torturing my lover with pleasure. When the moans are almost screams, I force myself to separate and stand beside the bed.
