Martina's stockings clipped to her panties with delicate fasteners. Before he learned the trick of them, he had ripped a good pair with a run that ran thigh to ankle. Now he had patience and the understanding of how they worked.
Her panties were wet, plain to sight even in the soft moody glow of the bulb in the nightstand lampshade. Wet plain to touch. He brushed his thumb over her front and it brought a low sound out of her. He pinched the gauzy panties and pulled them up tight, rubbing her with the rasp of textured material. Her hips rolled toward him.
"Oh Ron," she sighed, "oh just do something.. please."
Martina made a shuddery squeak-gasp sound when he mouthed the front of her panties. She rubbed against him again, insistently, but he only slowly moved his lip and nose, breathing deep.
Then he drew down the scrap of material, leaning back on his knees to draw them down off her legs. With eager cooperation, Martina helped kick the panties off her heel, and she drew stockinged toes across his cheek. He took and held her ankle, looking down on her, her eyes dark and soft, tender and trusting. She was wrong to trust him.
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timeasmymeasure
Girl from Ipanema 7/?
Date: 2012-06-16 09:02 am (UTC)Her panties were wet, plain to sight even in the soft moody glow of the bulb in the nightstand lampshade. Wet plain to touch. He brushed his thumb over her front and it brought a low sound out of her. He pinched the gauzy panties and pulled them up tight, rubbing her with the rasp of textured material. Her hips rolled toward him.
"Oh Ron," she sighed, "oh just do something.. please."
Martina made a shuddery squeak-gasp sound when he mouthed the front of her panties. She rubbed against him again, insistently, but he only slowly moved his lip and nose, breathing deep.
Then he drew down the scrap of material, leaning back on his knees to draw them down off her legs. With eager cooperation, Martina helped kick the panties off her heel, and she drew stockinged toes across his cheek. He took and held her ankle, looking down on her, her eyes dark and soft, tender and trusting. She was wrong to trust him.