Once I had the Schnitzel: a story of feet, stockin
It's been a number of years back...but I made a wonderful friend of a German gentleman who was here in the U.S. working for a large car company.
He blew my mind! He was a gentleman...and a deviant...and for a bit, we loved each other.
OH! And made love...had sex...fucked one another's brains out...and everything in between!
He had a foot...and stocking/nylon fetish.
It was so much fun when he would have me try on different kinds of stockings, and take pictures of my feet. First they would be bare. Then he would take a picture or two as I put them on, very, very slowly. Then came the heels (Oh, yes, the shoes were a part of his fetish as well!). He loved having sex with me having the stockings on. I don't thing I have had my legs and things touched and kissed so much in my life!
It was fun, and sometimes we even laughed about things...like when he caught his pubic hair in the silicone grip, in the top of one of the stay up stocking I was wearing! He had gotten a bit too excited rubbing against them...but nothing was wrong with the laughter, it never broke the moment. You know?
He loved pantyhose too...although they were more...multi-purpose for his kinks. He enjoyed me wearing them for a little while...like to dinner. When we came in, he pushed me back on the couch and lifted my ankles to his shoulders. He grasped the crotch of the hose, and tore it wide open! He then dove his face into my pussy like his life depended on his, and began giving me some of the best oral attentions I have had in my life (and they were all, from him). He had no shame, he stuck his face in as far as he could get it, and his tongue even further. He came up long enough to breath and languish my clit with his attentions, before going back in. He started playing with my clit with one hand, devouring my womanhood, and fingering my anus with the other hand. I came so hard...over and over.
When he finished, he came up smiling like a mad man, with my juices all over his face...and told me how happy he was that I had allowed him to do that. I was still tremoring from my last orgasm, and looked at him, smiling back, and said "Me too". The very best oral, was a variation on that exact same scene....but he actually poured champagne up into my pussy, and then began lapping it out of me. He did this a few times before setting the bottle aside. Between the bubbles, his attentions, and the alcohol being absorbed into my system...my head was spinning!
Sexually, I remember him best for those accounts. They weren't all though. He was an exceptional lover. Fantastic! He was also a good, kind man. He was the very first, to teach me at over 30 years old then...how a woman could, and should be treated. When his company sent him elsewhere, out of the states I knew I would never settle for a man who couldn't love, and make love...with such passion...ever again.
He blew my mind! He was a gentleman...and a deviant...and for a bit, we loved each other.
OH! And made love...had sex...fucked one another's brains out...and everything in between!
He had a foot...and stocking/nylon fetish.
It was so much fun when he would have me try on different kinds of stockings, and take pictures of my feet. First they would be bare. Then he would take a picture or two as I put them on, very, very slowly. Then came the heels (Oh, yes, the shoes were a part of his fetish as well!). He loved having sex with me having the stockings on. I don't thing I have had my legs and things touched and kissed so much in my life!
It was fun, and sometimes we even laughed about things...like when he caught his pubic hair in the silicone grip, in the top of one of the stay up stocking I was wearing! He had gotten a bit too excited rubbing against them...but nothing was wrong with the laughter, it never broke the moment. You know?
He loved pantyhose too...although they were more...multi-purpose for his kinks. He enjoyed me wearing them for a little while...like to dinner. When we came in, he pushed me back on the couch and lifted my ankles to his shoulders. He grasped the crotch of the hose, and tore it wide open! He then dove his face into my pussy like his life depended on his, and began giving me some of the best oral attentions I have had in my life (and they were all, from him). He had no shame, he stuck his face in as far as he could get it, and his tongue even further. He came up long enough to breath and languish my clit with his attentions, before going back in. He started playing with my clit with one hand, devouring my womanhood, and fingering my anus with the other hand. I came so hard...over and over.
When he finished, he came up smiling like a mad man, with my juices all over his face...and told me how happy he was that I had allowed him to do that. I was still tremoring from my last orgasm, and looked at him, smiling back, and said "Me too". The very best oral, was a variation on that exact same scene....but he actually poured champagne up into my pussy, and then began lapping it out of me. He did this a few times before setting the bottle aside. Between the bubbles, his attentions, and the alcohol being absorbed into my system...my head was spinning!
Sexually, I remember him best for those accounts. They weren't all though. He was an exceptional lover. Fantastic! He was also a good, kind man. He was the very first, to teach me at over 30 years old then...how a woman could, and should be treated. When his company sent him elsewhere, out of the states I knew I would never settle for a man who couldn't love, and make love...with such passion...ever again.
10 years ago