So this is what happens. I get a call and as a result I have a friend popping around in 30 minutes. He wants me to wear black stockings and frilly black knickers.
I take a look in my lingerie drawer and try a few on. I like the feel of the material. It is light, fragile even, but delicate and visually exciting.. The elastic feels nice and in the mirror I can catch a glimpse of my vagina. It looks enlarged and welcoming as if it already realises that action is on the agenda. It seems to take on a life of its own. I glide my fingers over the top of the material next to my clitoris and gently rub. The material makes me feel sexy and ready.
I move around the room looking at myself at different angles. I try to imagine what my friend will think. I want him to be excited and I want him to want me badly. It is very rewarding to excite a man and to make him aroused and dynamic.
When I have the right knickers on I put on a skirt It is a short skirt and when I bend you can easily see my knickers. I turn my back to the mirror and look at myself bending over. I like the image. My knickers do not have a lot of material at the back and you can easily see my crack and my two round cheeks.
I apply a little make up and then await my visitor. He is on time. I escort him upstairs to the bedroom. I lead the way and know that he can see right up my skirt.
I hope that he is as excited as I am about the show. I like to show myself. I immediately know he is just as aroused as me as I feel his hands gently explore the insides of my skirt as we walk up the stairs. It feels good.
Usually there is a short conversation as most men are embarrassed to just get going but today there is none of this. My eyes tell him that I am ready and very willing. His eyes tells me he wants to fuck me now!
My knickers that were so carefully chosen and so gently put on are now pulled and tugged in a frenzy. Part of me really enjoys having my knickers torn off. To lie back as an animal like frenzy takes place and my knickers are the battlefield. After rough hands pull the fragile material apart my sex lays open to view. It glistens with anticiaption and it wants to be entered. And when it is entered the world stops and the feeling is immense. My two hands grab my friends arse and pull him roughly into me. I want all of him in me. All!
And when it is over and we are both satiated, I look to the little, torn material hanging untidily around my ankles. The once elegant and erotic attire looks rejected and abused. And I need some more knickers!
So it is wonderful to have a kind friend present me with a little package that contains lingerie. My lingerie does not last long. I cannot get too friendly with them because as soon as they are on they are off. But without them we lose the mystery, the sensual touch and the desire to remove them!!!!
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