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Adventures of Sindycane: Stalkings and Lace
Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: sindycane, Rating: 19, Source: LushStories
idea of having nowhere to hide if anyone walked into our little concrete hideaway. The brief thought made me feel even hotter. I felt my skirt slip down my legs and drift to my feet. He stepped back and just looked at me standing there in my sheer black lace bra and panties, garters and stockings. I always dress in lingerie when I wear a skirt or dress. I feel so much sexier, even if nobody else is supposed to see. He was able to see though. It’s been a long time since anyone had looked at me with such reverence. If I live to be 90 I will never forget that look on his face. He skimmed his hands down my stomach and then my thighs. Drawing patterns and words on my skin in a language only he could speak. I moaned and leaned back farther onto the ledge behind me. I felt him drop to his knees and I opened my eyes watching him kneeling before my slightly spread legs. He looked up at me, and I had no hesitation to let this go as far as we could in this concrete jungle. It made me feel a bit animalistic. I didn’t want soft. I wanted skin scraping, flesh slapping, wet, messy, twenty-something sex again. And I knew he could make it my reality. He ran his hands up my sensitive thighs. I gasped when he brushed the crease in my legs where my thighs met my soft outer edges of my pussy lips. I’m so ticklish there it’s almost painful. I jerked and he moved his hand closer to my slit. “I can already see how wet you are,” he whispered quietly. He stroked his finger up and down, pulling more ...