A close friend is visiting me for a few weeks. I love having her cute son and her over for an extended visit. He is so adorable. When I look at him, I wonder why I always dated older men while growing up.
I never wear panty hose, but I just love stockings. Something about slowly pulling them up my soft, firm legs is so hot. Jeremy is always staring at my legs when I am wearing stockings. I admit, I cross and uncross my legs showing him a bit of my tiny panties.
After a long, luxurious shower, I pulled out a pair of black, seamed stockings from my lingerie drawer, only to find them stuck together. I couldn’t help but giggle a little. I put the silky fabric to my lips, and licked off his sticky cum. I could hear the music from the guest room, and what sounded like moaning. I softly knocked on the door, and then entered.
He was a little embarrassed. Just not so embarrassed, that he wasn’t hard. What a big, beautiful cock he has. I told him I knew all about what he’s been doing with my stockings. I told him I found it rather exciting.
I sat in front of him, lifted my skirt, and began crossing and uncrossing my legs, as he stared helplessly. I would spread my long legs, and let him see my pussy. I put my foot on his leg, and told him to cum all over my stockings.
