Butch/Femme Lesbian Erotica
"Black Stockings" a sex story by Angel Propps
She stood on the fringes of the party, not even bothering to hide her boredom or the faintly malicious amusement she felt for the crowd gathered there.
I waited until her black eyes slid back to my face, then let my own eyes wander down her body in a deliberate movement, making sure she felt every second that my gaze was on the pale tits displayed so well in a skinny plunge of neckline.
Her gaze grew bolder. I had to bite back a smile as she sat down in a chair, somehow managing to allow the skirt of her almost too tight dress to crawl up her curvy and thick thighs just enough to ensure I would keep looking.
It was the stockings that held my attention. She had on long black stockings; they had a lacy open pattern and contrasted perfectly with her white skin and the crimson fabric of her dress and stilettos. I wanted to fuck her silly and we both knew it.
From somewhere behind me there came a buzz of conversation, the usual cocktail hour gossip fueled by weak drinks and tasteless tidbits of food made too early on in the day to have retained any real taste. The boredom lay thick on the air but I barely felt it. I was too engrossed in checking out the way the hem of her dress had raised just enough that I could see the lacy top of the stocking that encased her right leg.
She stood and her look was not arch, not coy. There was an open dare in those eyes and I felt a grin cracking my lips as she walked past me, headed for the bathroom at the end of the long crooked hallway.
I waited barely two minutes before making my way through the crowd. Heads nodded in my direction, a few people spoke and I gave them the polite party chatter that always held real conversation at bay while making it seem like I gave a damn.
My hostess grabbed my arm as I walked past her. I stood there for long moments, trapped, though finally managed some polite excuse toward an exit. I hoped that the woman in the red dress and black stockings had not yet given up on me or gotten bored and left.
The bathroom door opened easily and there she was, standing in front of the cluttered sink, applying a slash of scarlet to her full lips. She said nothing as I locked the door and moved up behind her.
I could see our reflections in the oval of the mirror. Her long black hair spilling over her shoulders, the slick color on her mouth, my short fair hair and white dress shirt. I looked even more butch because she was so femme, and that turned me on more than anything else.
She finally spoke, “Something you want there, stud?”
I grabbed her by her waist, spun her around and picked her up. An outraged squeak popped out of her mouth as her plump ass cheeks hit the counter. I reached down and grabbed her right foot; the shoe had a thin strap that I nearly broke in my rush to get it off. The left one followed suit, I tossed them to the floor and went after what I really wanted.
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Under my fingers the stockings were both soft and rough. When I pulled them off her legs the skin beneath was satiny and smooth. A tiny moan escaped her mouth as my hands forced her legs wider apart. I wedged myself into that open space while I wound one stocking around the lower half of her face, stuffing part of it into her open mouth and tying a knot in the ends so that she was effectively and beautifully gagged.
I yanked her hands in front of her body and used the other stocking to tie her wrists together. Her eyes were half-closed and wet, her nipples jutting out against the fabric of her dress and I could see slick fluids gathering in the thick mat of black curls that covered her pussy.
I didn’t bother trying to figure out a way to fuck her or suck her pussy; the counter was too high for one and too low for the other. I leaned in close and whispered, “You didn’t wear any panties to this party, were you planning on getting fucked?”
“Fuck you,” was her muffled reply.
That made me laugh. She was so tough, but vulnerable sitting there with her pussy exposed and her desire so easy to see. I stroked a deliberate finger through the feathery soft hair and she wriggled against that questing digit.
I grew bolder, opening her labia and stroking the delicate flesh with fingers that followed the curves to the wet opening. She sucked in a breath as first one finger, and then two plunged into that tight heat. I pinched the fold at the top of her pussy between the thumb and forefinger of my other hand, putting pressure on her clit and she shuddered. Her hips came up off the counter and I had to shove her backwards or risk having her tumble to the floor.
“Do you want to come?” I whispered into her ear.
Her head made a furious up and down motion. I worked my hands faster, rubbing her clit with ever increasing pressure while I added another finger to the ones that were pumping in and out of her.
“Be a good girl and come right now,” I ordered, as the smell of her pussy drifted up and to my nose, driving me crazy with lust.
I wanted to lick her clean, suck every bit of her juices but instead I contented myself with feeling the shivering walls of her pussy as they clenched and opened on my fingers. She came not once but twice, back-to-back, thrusting back against my hands and moaning into her stocking.
Afterwards I helped her off the counter and stood there while she washed, dressed and reapplied her lipstick.
“Sweetie,” she said as we were walking down the hallway, “That was fabulous.”
“Glad you approve,” I replied.
Back in the overcrowded, smoke-filled living room our hostess rushed over to us.
“Elaine and Sam, I swear you two always disappear on me!” she cried. “I was just telling Carl here what a nice couple you are, and how much you enjoy cocktail parties.”
“Yes,” my girlfriend, Elaine, said softly, “We do enjoy coming so much and will come again soon.”
I didn’t bother trying to say goodbye to everyone our cab was waiting. And I love cabs as much as Elaine loves parties.
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Copyright November 2011, Angel Propps.
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