Game over
From Torg Adventure
“Girl, when you get a little tipsy and there’s a man to fight over, you get plain mean. No need to start calling names. All you had to say was that you wanted to be alone with the boy, I can take a hint.” Amy said as she stood up. A small sigh escaped your lips. It didn’t look like you’d be having any three-way tonight. You’d forgotten how jealous Ellen could be.
Walking over to her dresser, Amy slips on a pair of sandals, and grabbed a small denim purse. Ellen stood up, and walked to Amy, standing in front of her.
“I’m sorry Ames. I just haven’t seen him in a while and..” Amy gave Ellen a crushing hug, their bodies pressing against one another. It made for a very sexy picture, and the beast in your pants twitched its approval. Before Ellen could finish her apology, Amy gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, gave you a wink and went out the door.
“See you sometime after 10.” she said as the heavy door swung shut. Stepping back over to sit down beside you, you realize that things still look pretty good. After all, Ellen who you considered yourself fortunate to see in a one piece bating suit back in high school was now sitting beside you wearing nothing but the sheerest of sheer red bras and panties and silky thigh high stockings. It had to be more than the drinks that made her feel so free and easy. You decide that you’re going to find out just how far this new attitude goes.
“You still want to play cards?” Ellen asks. She smiles impishly, and you think there’s a knowing looking in her eye.
“Not right now. Why don’t you come over her, and sit on my lap?” Ellen nods her agreement and moves herself onto your lap , draping one arm around your shoulders, and resting the other on her nylon clad thigh. You slide one arm around her waist, and slide your fingertip across her leg with the other. Ellen’s breasts seem to want to spill out of the sheer red bra. Her nipples strain at the silky material.
“Seeing you dressed like this make me horny. I like it. You look sexy.” Ellen blushes at your compliment, and temporarily looks away from you, before turning back to face you. Her blue eyes look bluer than ever.
“It makes me feel sexy. I thought you might like it if I wore stockings. Amy thought so too. They’re less…. Complicated than pantyhose. “
There was a long pause between you, and then Ellen says, “Your cock is hard, isn’t it? I can feel it against my leg.”
“I’m hard. Are you wet?” you say in response. Your hand traces its way down Ellen’s back, and to the back of her bra. You gently begin to tug and fiddle with the hook and eyelets at the back.
“Mmmm hmm.” Ellen says quietly, and then kisses you on the neck, before pulling back once again to look you in the eye.
“I want you.” She whispers, and you deftly unhook her bra one handed as your lips crush into hers, and soon your tongues wrestle and tickle each other in Ellen’s mouth. As you kiss, Ellen shrugs the bra off of her shoulders, and it falls into her lap. Her nipples are pink and erect, and when you take one of the soft, round globes in your hand and slowly pinch one of them between your thumb and forefinger, she coos her approval. Soon, you are kissing with an animal like frenzy, and your hands slide all over each others bodies.
Ellen stands, and leads your to the bed on her side of the room, now wear only the stockings, and the sheer red panties. As you watch she sits down on the bed, and looking up into your eyes, hooks her thumbs into her panties on either side of her slim waist. Her legs are spread slightly, and you can see the tuft of downy blonde pubic hair through the sheer material of her panties, which have a large damp spot directly over the triangular tuft of hair.
You drop your pants, and pull down your underwear. Your cock stands proud and erect, stiff as steel, the head glistening with natural lubricant. Ellen looks to your shaft, and then back at you as she slowly slide her panties down.
“Before we go all the way, I like you to do something for me. Something that makes me wet, that turn me on. I hope you won’t think I’m weird or anything, but I really like it.”
You move over beside the bed, closer to her, your cock less than two feet from her face. How weird can anything that Ellen might be into be?
“I’ll do anything you want, if you leave the stockings on.”
”I want to. I like them. I want you to….”
What does Ellen want you to do?
