That it had been hard to let him in on my secret would be an understatement. I had to keep my will firm so that I didn’t give it away immediately. I was enjoying my own squirming as I had sat next to him all evening, my suspenders digging in every so slightly on the underneath of my thighs. Every time I leaned to one side, the unyielding bones of the corsetry drew me back, making me jolt subtly. I had to compensate for those moments by pretending I had a little cough or itch before I drew too much attention to myself. He had noticed my change in mood; the fact I was a little more chirpier than usual. More prone to a giggle. He took the glint in my eye as just the sign that his luck was in tonight. Little did he know how lucky he would prove to be later on that night.
When we went to the bedroom, I held out my hand for him to help me out of my seat. It’s something I do often anyway – I’m a sucker for gallantry – but this time I had partly needed it. The corset was not uncomfortable, just a tad awkward, nicely restricting complete freedom in my body’s movement. Once there, I eased him out of his clothes, taking the opportunity to kiss his shoulder as I pulled his top over his head. My heart began skipping faster as soon as my eyes settled upon his topless chest. His creamy skin, dappled here and there with a freckle – my idea of divinity in male form.
Purposefully remaining clothed myself, I lay back on the bed and drew him to me. One hand went under and around my body, the other gave a firm slide down the side of my body and rested briefly on my thigh – teasingly just above the suspender. Now was when the fun began.
As he slipped his hand under my top, I felt my smile widen into a smirk as his face grew quizzical and then eager to find out what I had been hiding. That I had been keeping something from him.
You little Minx. You’ve been very mischievous this evening, haven’t you? he said to me, his eyes full of sparkling thrill.
Let’s play a guessing game. What underwear do you think I’m wearing? He could hear the excitement in my voice.
Roving his hand further up my top, my new turquoise corset with the black lace embroidery was an easy guess for him and he passed with flying colours there. The challenge was in correctly identifying the stockings and knickers. Fingers swept downwards. He found the strap for the suspenders. And twanged it.
Suspenders. That means stockings. He thought had done enough there. Wrong.
Yes, but which ones? I teased.
For that, I shall have to do some deeper investigations. My turn to chuckle as he released the clasp on my belt, drew down the zip and eased off my jeans. A little show from me as he pulled off them off completely – I stretched out my legs in the air at an angle, pointing my toes delicately. A good view for him to see the little pink ribbons that crisscrossed the back seam of my stocking-top and whose ends were loosely hanging adrift. Worked apart from their bows after the evening’s banal movements.
Personally, I find the view of a woman’s legs in stockings and suspenders incredibly erotic. So for Mister, I can’t begin to describe what he thought then. Especially when I bent one leg a little against the other straightened one just to carry on my little horizontal show.
After he had completely revealed my outfit - corset-top, matching turquoise French knickers with the stockings and pink-ribboned stockings and suspenders – the long kiss I was given was intoxicating. His lips were soft yet the kiss itself was firm as he held me to him tightly. His naked body up against my laced-up one. I could feel my own arousal between my legs, the familiar heat rising right from my sensual core. My hand was inevitably, magnetically drawn to his cock to stroke and lightly tease him even further as he pressed himself into me.
Hooking a leg over his hip, drawing a thumbnail across his shoulder-blade, it felt so ultimately good to be back to my old self.