When Bradley told Trisha there was a surprise he had for her, she was expecting something to do with his cock. She was not expecting him to be a secret spokesmodel for Just for Her pantyhose.
“Is that pantyhose you’re wearing?” She asked. She knew it was but had to be clear. The room was dimly lit and without her glasses on, Trisha wasn’t entirely sure what she was seeing.
“I love wearing women’s pantyhose,” Bradley confessed as he got out of his jeans, “I don’t know why, I just do.”
Trisha was skeptical. If Bradley was revealing his love of pantyhose, there were more skeletons in the closet. “Anything else I should know about?”
“I’m not into cross-dressing and I’m completely hetero,” he reassured, “this is the only strange thing.”
“Okay,” Trisha nodded in acceptance, “so where do we go from here?”
“I was hoping we can continue what we were doing in the bedroom,” Bradley suggested.
Trisha contemplated her next action for a brief moment. There would only be one condition she could go back to Bradley’s bedroom. “Put on Prince and perform for me.”
“Perform?” Bradley repeated. Revealing the secret was heavy enough; now his new girlfriend wanted him to do some kinky dance to Prince? What in the hell?
Suddenly, he didn’t think his pantyhose fetish was all that bad.
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Bradley’s past girlfriends had given him strip teases. He’s had a few do sexy dances for him. But for the shoe to be on the other foot was something he wasn’t ready for. Bradley was sure Trisha wasn’t trying to humiliate him. She didn’t have the time to do something that heinous. But he wasn’t sure what she was up to. Maybe she was freakier than originally thought.
Either way, Bradley found himself going through his Prince playlist looking for the right song. Am I really doing this shit? The question was an unfathomable yes. But he had to swallow his pride; Trisha was growing impatient. “I’m waiting,” she cooed from the bed.
Bradley found the perfect song. Gett Off. It was one of Prince’s sexiest songs and he knew Trisha would like the show he had in mind. “I’m ready.”
The bass line of the song has a rolling, vibrating beat—the type one would imagine if they’re in a club. Bradley was no expert at stripping for females so he didn’t attempt to do anything sexy for he might come out looking ridiculously stupid. Instead, he focused on his girlfriend. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the foot of the bed. Mouthing to Prince’s lyrics, Bradley undid every button of Trisha’s dress as he concentrated on her brown orbs. With the exception of her barely-there bra and underwear, Trisha was naked.
Trisha felt her breathing morph into sporadic breaths as she watched in hot anticipation on what her lover was going to do next. She never thought she would be so aroused by seeing him perform for her. The pantyhose just added a bonus effect. Meanwhile, Bradley stood over Trisha, locking her legs between his thighs. He reached around her back and undid her bra. He smoothed his hands back to her full breasts and cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over the areolas and gently pinching the nipples.
Bradley gently pushed Trisha on her back and moved so he could spread her legs. He bent down and hooked her thong with his thumbs and removed it from her body. He then brought the panties to his face and inhaled her exhilarating scent. No two women share the same scent and Bradley would know that for a fact. He had been with many women and they all had different smells to them. But the smell of Trisha’s pussy made him delirious with heat. His cock began twitching inside his pantyhose and Bradley knew he couldn’t wait too much longer.
Neither could Trisha. “Enough with the goddamn foreplay. Just fuck me already!”
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