In the depths of Montreal’s dark alleys and small communities lies a world that is just begging to be explored…a very perverted world that is.
She was young and talented, smart and sexy – the perfect lady to spend a rainy Wednesday night with. I found her on one of those free ads site. Her ad stated : “Ex-ballerina for a great massage”, that pretty much sealed the deal because after all I figured ballerina = wearing tights and you’ll figure out by reading this blog that tights and pantyhose are very much on my top list of things I like. Anyways, we settled for an evening massage and I met her at her loft that was only a few steps away from my own place.
She greeted me with a sweet smile and I caught sipping away at a beer while folding her laundry. Somehow catching her as such just made things a lot more realistic and sexy.
As I removed my clothes and got comfortable on the table, she watched over me, making me blushing just a bit. Once laid down, her hands made their way on every single muscle of my body. Up and down, soft and hard. She eventually removed everything she was wearing and that’s when I asked: “Would you mind slipping into something special?” She agreed. I pointed out that I had brought a pair of sheer pantyhose and she would find them in my coat pocket. She proceeded to putting the pantyhose on and although I couldn’t see much without my glasses, I could her slipping into the sheer hosiery, thus causing me to get even harder.
As the massage continued, I eventually slipped over and she got back on the table, letting her breasts slide along my chest, bringing her head next to mine, letting me smell her hair, feel her warm breath. I couldn’t have asked for a more relaxing moment…the feel of her warm body, the slippery hose closely touching my twitching cock…oh good times !
Eventually her hands slipped onto my cock. Lubed up, she started stroking me, slowly and softy- building up and tightening her grip around my penis, my hips moved with the rhythm of the strokes, my moans getting louder, my breath getting deeper…but nothing was happening…
It wasn’t her, really. Everything was there, believe me. I just have a hard time cumming sometimes…It’s practical but not so much when you’re being timed. And so I suggested a different way of ending; I got up beside the massage table, had her lie down, exposing me her beautiful arched hosed feet. Now, I’m not much of a foot person but I occasionally a nice clean pair of feet encased in nylon – and so under her watchful regard, I masturbated away holding her feet in one hand, stroking with the other.
Not long after I spunked my creamy white cum all over her feet, almost collapsing myself.
We joked a bit – i cleaned myself off, she removed the pantyhose and we parted.
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