Itrt’s been a long time since I posted. My New Years resolution is to blog at least once a week.

I’ve been on a trip this week and all I could think about was sex, to the point of distraction that it started to affect my work. Instead of solutions to clients’ problems all I could think about was lips on my nipples, a warm tongue on my clit and a hard cock pounding deep in my pussy.
When I finally got home yesterday, he was waiting for me at my apartment, sitting on the couch. I walked in, sank to my knees in front of him, unbuckled his pants, unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down. He was wearing pretty pink panties! His gorgeous cock was almost bursting out. I started to caress it through the fabric, moving my lips on the underside, up and down, nibbling on the head. He moaned with pleasure. I pulled his panties down and took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue over his cock head. He started to thrust in my mouth. I shrugged off my jacket and unbuttoned my blouse. He reached down, unfastened my bra and liberated my breasts. I pulled back looking at his gorgeous cock glisteningly wet with my saliva.

I bent over him so his cock was in the pleasure valley between my breasts. I cupped my breasts and squeezed them together, enveloping him in my softness. He started to glide in and out, his cock head popping out to be caressed by my waiting lips then disappearing only to reappear, to be again caressed by my lips. He thrust faster and faster, deeper and deeper until with the final deep thrust between my breasts and into mouth, he came and came.

I leaned back licking the last few drops of cum from my lips.

“Come on”, I said, “it’s my turn”

Sigh!

It’s been a while since I had a man. I’ve been having trouble concentrating on work. It’s starting to show and that’s not good. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Instead of working, I sit and daydream, imagining his hands all over my body, his lips on my nipples, tongue on my clit and hard cock in my pussy. I get wet and frustrated and nothing gets done. What’s a girl to do?

A man in heels and hose would really help right now. I’d love to see a cock straining to get out. I’d pull them down and suck until he came in my mouth. I’d love to swallow, then suck him hard again and have him deep in my pussy until we both came. That would solve my frustrations.

That’s not likely to happen. A friend of mine promised me some naughty photos. Not near as good as the real thing but along with my magic wands will help vibrate the frustration right out of me.

Hopefully that will help.

I was on a red eye flight the other day, sitting in the first class section of a 737. As I was working on a proposal, I kept noticing the cabin attendant as she bent over to serve me drinks. Her blouse was open and I had a wonderful view of her lace covered breasts. Women normally don’t turn me on, but those lace covered breasts reminded me of him in a corset and my mind started to wander. I thought of him wearing it, his hard cock sticking out between his nylon covered legs and the proposal was the last thing on my mind. I imagined kissing it, sucking it and finally having it buried deep within me again and again as he pumped and pumped.

I started getting hot. I squirmed in my seat, reached back and unzipped my skirt. I managed to slip my hand in the front and started to massage my pussy through my satin panties. My panties got very wet. I slid them aside and went to work on my clit. Round and round, the waves of pleasure building. I closed my eyes and rubbed harder and faster, harder and faster until I great orgasm. I looked around. The cabin was dark. No one noticed because I had the tray down and my computer was on the tray.

When I calmed down, I went to the restroom, took off my wet panties and out them in my purse. For the rest of the day, when I walked, I could feel the fabric of my skirt caress my bare butt. That was a bit of a turn on as well because it was a reminder of what really was under my skirt.

I’m sure many men fantasized seeing my bare butt under my skirt during meetimgs that day. Pity no saw what was really (not) there.

I wonder when I’ll join the Mile High Club?

Christmas was, as usual, a peaceful and relaxing time with the special people in my life. I spent the day with family and friends.

Boxing Day is for me to relax and unwind. I slept late, had a long bath because I was invited out to an old friend’s for dinner that evening. When I arrived, he had his apartment all decorated, the table set with candles and it smelled heavenly. He poured me a glass of wine and served me a wonderful dinner. I wanted to help him clean up after dinner but he wouldn’t let me. He turned down the lights, poured me a glass of ice wine, settled me in his couch and told me relax for a few minutes while he cleaned up. I stretched out, leaned back, sipped my wine and closed my eyes.

I heard him come up behind the couch. He leaned over and gave me a long lingering kiss, his tongue darting into my mouth. His hands moved to my breasts. He slipped his hands in my dress and eased my beasts from my bra. I felt my nipples responding to his gentle caress as I slipped my tongue in and out of his mouth.

He broke off the kiss, came around the couch, sat down beside me, unzipped my dress and slipped it off my shoulders. The sight of my breasts spilling out of my bra cups, nipples hard was too much for him. He slipped between my legs and started to kiss and suck and fondle my breasts. He reached down, undid his belt and slipped his pants down. I felt his huge erection sliding up and down as he rubbed himself on my stocking clad leg. The feel was wonderfully erotic and I wondered, as he continued to play with my breasts, what kind of underwear he was wearing.

One of his hands was on my other leg, gently caressing my calf, moving slowly up my leg, under my dress, to the top of my stockings. His hand caressed my thigh. I spread my legs and he started to caress my pussy. He eased them to the side and started to caress my clit. I reached down to caress his budging cock. I felt the outline of a huge erection, straining hard against a sheer fabric when I realized he was wearing pantyhose! It almost made me cum. The feel of nylon rubbing on nylon was turning me on. My panties were totally wet

He suddenly broke off the kiss, slid off the couch, lifted my skirt and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue was on my clit, swirling around and around, while his hands ran up and down my stocking covered legs from my heels to my thighs. I was in heaven.

I wanted him inside me. I pulled his head out from under my dress and almost ripped his shirt off. I shoved him to the floor. His cock was hard, straining against the sheer fabric of the pantyhose. I caressed his cock, gently going up and down the shaft and over the head with one hand while caressing his balls with the other. I straddled him and rubbed my pussy over his nylon restrained cock. I was in heaven. I ground myself hard on his cock, the nylon bulge slipping over my panty clad pussy driving me crazy. I wanted to run my hands over his legs so I started to pull his pants down when I noticed he was wearing stiletto heels! I straddled his leg, fondled his stilettos and legs while grinding my pussy on his leg. It was almost too much.

I was in heaven. I sat up, pulled my dress over my head and flung it across the room. Starting at his heels, I kissed my way up his nylon covered legs, while playing with his heels until I reached his cock, kissing it through the pantyhose. I kept going until I reached the waist band, and then thrust my pussy against his nylon covered cock again and again. The feel of nylon on my pussy and nylon on nylon of our legs rubbing was almost made me cum. I slid down his leg, pulled down his pantyhose, just liberating his cock. I pulled aside my panties, moved up and eased him into my pussy. I was in heaven as I felt his cock fill me up. I started to pump. My breasts were bouncing up and down with every thrust faster and faster. I leaned over him and he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard on it, as I continued to pump his cock, feeling an orgasm building. He matched me thrust for thrust, the feel of our hose rubbing taking us to new heights, his mouth sucking my nipple, as we thrust harder and harder until an earth moving orgasm overtook me and a moment later I felt him cum and cum and cum inside me.

I collapsed on him and gently eased him out of me. I swung around and lay across his legs feeling the sheen of his hose on my body and taking in the sight of his pantyhose clad legs and killer heels. He told me later, he wanted to surprise me for Christmas because he knew how much it turned me on.

Pantyhose and killer heels on a man; that was the best Christmas present I received this year.

I guess I’m a typical woman. I love pretty lingerie, shoes, especially high heels, clothes, make up.

I work in corporate America in a senior consulting position. My normal work clothes are a fitted suit with either a skirt or pants or a dress worn with heels and stockings. It wasn’t always like that. I was a pantyhose wearer. My pantyhose wearing days came to an end one evening a few years ago and I’ve never looked back.

I was invited to a corporate social event and couldn’t say no. I like going to these because I like to network and a lot of business has come from socializing. I didn’t want to go alone, so I asked a guy I was seeing to escort me. It was a “semi formal” event, elegant short dresses (as opposed to gowns) and dark suits for the gentlemen.

I decided to wear a clingy, fitted black dress that came to just above my knees. It was a halter top style so I didn’t need a bra. My 38Cs swelled out of the top. I wore a necklace with a pendant that nestled sweetly in my cleavage. I wanted to go bare legs so I tried the dress on with a pair of panties and in the mirror I could see the panty line. I got out a pair of toe to waist ultra sheer black pantyhose, tried them on under the dress with no panties and presto, no panty line. I wore 4 ½ inch black stiletto heel pumps and carried a small bag. I spent a lot of time on my hair and makeup and when I was ready, I looked pretty hot, if I do say so myself.

My date picked me up and I could see in his eyes he approved of what he saw. We had a good time. We had a few drinks, had dinner and danced a bit. Every time we danced, he was uncomfortable holding me close. I had a feeling I knew why so I got very close and I could feel the beginning of an erection. This got me turned on and before you knew it; my nipples were straining against my dress, begging for attention. That caught his attention. I’m a bit of a tease, so when ever we danced I snuggled as close as I could and I could feel him getting harder and harder. That only got me going so I ground up against him. He was squirming! I was getting wet.

We sat as close as possible in the car. He walked me to my apartment door, leaned over and gave me a goodnight kiss, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I started to put my tongue in his mouth when I felt his hand on my breast. I pulled my mouth away and asked him if he wanted to come in for coffee or something. He said “Something would be nice.”

We got into my apartment and collapsed on the couch. His hand went in my dress and straight for my nipples. I leaned back and groaned. I reached behind my neck, undid the clasp, let the top down. He knelt down and I grabbed his head and pulled it to my breasts and he started to kiss and suck and caress first one then the other. His tongue swirled around my nipple, driving me wild. I reached down and could feel his hard cock through his pants. I gently massaged it; carefully because I didn’t want him to come until I was ready. He was moaning and thrusting. I told him to stand up and take off his shirt and pants and lie down on the floor. I stood, straddling his face. Imagine his view, seeing my heels, long nylon clad legs disappearing under my dress, my breasts, my nipples hard, just waiting to be caressed. I reached back, unzipped my dress and let it fall on his face I stepped out of it, still straddling his face and kicked it out of the way with my heels. I though his cock was going to rip through his shorts. I turned around and sat on his face, grinding my dripping wet nylon clad pussy in his mouth. I lay on top of him and gently pulled his cock out. I ran my tongue down the underside slowly, down and up and took it in my mouth. I went up and down, swirling my tongue over the head. He was groaning and heaving and desperately trying to eat my pussy thru the pantyhose. I ground my wet, nylon clad pussy harder into his face wanting to feel his tongue on my clit. I felt his hands move, heard a tear and suddenly I had a heavenly tongue exploring my pussy. He started to eat me, paying attention to my cilt and gently inserting a finger to explore my G spot. I was in heaven, a tongue on my clit, a finger gently rubbing my G spot and a gorgeous cock in my mouth when he suddenly came, filling my mouth with cum and then I came in a huge earthmoving orgasm. I collapsed on him, totally exhausted, cum dribbling from my mouth. I rolled over and had a look. I was still wearing my heels and panty hose but he had ripped the crotch out of them to get to my pussy. I loved the way I looked, nylon clad legs, killer heels cum on my face and a somewhat limp cock in my hand.

We cleaned up but he wouldn’t let me take off the panty hose and heels. We lay in bed and he ran his hands up and down my legs and told me how sexy I looked and how he always loved stockings, heels and how they turned him on.

“Have you ever worn a garter belt?” he asked me, “I think you would look so sexy”

I needed a break so I decided to check my emails rather than go for a coffee.

I got a email from a friend male with some naughty pictures. I was a in a naughty mood already since it’s been a while, so I closed my office door, sat at my desk and hiked my skirt up. As I scrolled down through the pictures, I caressed my pussy through my panties, working my clit. As I worked my way through the pics of him in red pumps, I could imagine what stuck out from between the tops of his stockings. When I got to the pic of him wearing pantyhose and peep toe pumps, I had my panties pulled aside and was working on my clit. I remembered I had a small vibrator in my bag, so I got it out and started to work on my clit over and over again and when I got to pantyhose and black pumps picture I couldn’t hold it back and had an earth moving orgasm.

Better than a coffee break any day!

I got back to my hotel room and just walked out of all my clothes and set up my computer. I’m sitting in my bra, panties, garter belt stockings and heels wishing I was if not somewhere else, at least with someone else. I’m tired and horny after a long and frustrating day dealing with clients who want to either look down my blouse or up my skirt rather than at the business proposition I have for them. If they could only see me now I’d probably be able to close the deal.

This is the blog of a girl who perfers heels, stocking, satin and silk over runners, socks, cotton and denim. I love sex, men and I have a men in lingerie fetish.