White Lace, Thigh-High Secrets

The humidity hung thick and heavy as I stepped out of the Atlanta airport, the scent of pine and damp earth clinging to the air. My wife, Sarah, was waiting, leaning against a gleaming black SUV, the same stark white blouse and knee-length skirt she’d sent me pictures of just days before. The black thigh-high pantyhose and Mary Jane heels, my secret indulgences, completed the look. A thrill, a potent cocktail of longing and anticipation, surged through me. It couldn’t wait until we got inside.

“Wow,” I exclaimed, hefting my carry-on, “You know how much I love you wearing that!” Her lips curved into a knowing smile. “I know,” she replied, her voice a low, husky murmur. The anticipation built as I began to load the luggage into the back, my own hard-on growing steadily. I caught her eye, a playful glint in her gaze. “Looks like we gotta take care of that tonight?”

As we drove back into the sprawling countryside, the miles melting away beneath the tires, we talked about the past two weeks. Small talk about the weather, the news, the mundane details of life, but my attention remained fixed on her. The curve of her thigh beneath the hem of the skirt, the graceful sway of her legs as she drove, the subtle scent of her perfume – it all served to amplify the desire building within me. Reaching across, I gently rubbed up and down her pantyhose, feeling the cool nylon against my fingertips. Her smile widened, a silent acknowledgment of my pleasure. She reciprocated, reaching across to brush my crotch with her hand, a playful gesture that sent shivers down my spine.

“Looks like someone has missed me?” I said, my voice thick with unspoken words. I quickly flashed her my hard cock, a blatant invitation. “Yeah, I do have a problem, don’t I?” Her giggle was a sharp, sweet sound, a promise of the delights to come.

The tension in the car ratcheted up as we pulled into our secluded property, a sprawling estate nestled deep in the woods. The darkness was absolute, broken only by the distant twinkle of stars. "You wanna go inside?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. I didn't respond verbally, letting my actions speak for themselves. I increased the pressure, the insistent rub against her pantyhose a silent plea. Her eyes met mine, and I saw her understanding, her acceptance. "So, you wanna fool around right here, right now?" she pressed, her voice laced with a hint of excitement. I nodded, my gaze unwavering, my desire consuming me.

Just as she reached across, her hand sliding into my shorts, I felt a surge of heat. She began stroking my rod with deliberate, intense pressure, her touch electrifying. The air crackled with unspoken anticipation. As she continued to drive, her left hand skillfully maneuvering the steering wheel, her right hand relentlessly caressing my member. It was an absurd, exhilarating scene – a passionate encounter taking place in the confines of a speeding vehicle, a testament to the raw power of lust. We were hurtling down I-75, four lanes of traffic blurring past us, yet all my focus was on the woman beside me, on the exquisite sensations she was igniting within me.

After about ten minutes of this frantic, intimate dance, I pulled my drawers back up, a satisfied sigh escaping my lips. “There will be more of this later,” I murmured, my voice low and deliberate. Thirty minutes later, we were back at the house, the car engine silenced, plunging us into the complete darkness of the property. "You wanna go inside?" she asked, her voice soft, almost hesitant. I didn’t respond, instead increasing the intensity of my touch on her pantyhose legs. The invitation was clear. "So, you wanna fool around right here, right now?" she confirmed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. I nodded again, letting my actions convey my complete surrender.

As she reached across, her hand sliding into my shorts, I felt the first tendrils of pleasure begin to bloom. She began stroking my cock, her touch masterful and deliberate. Soon, a warm, slick sensation spread through my body as the pre-cum began to flow. "What's this? I think I feel a little pre-cum?" I asked, unable to contain my excitement. Her giggle was infectious, a playful sound that heightened the already palpable tension. “Baby, just keep stroking that cock!” I urged, my voice thick with desire.

With a swift movement, she eased my seat all the way back, pulling my shorts and boxers down completely. My enormous cock was now fully exposed, a blatant invitation to her pleasure. She leaned towards me, her gaze intense and focused, and began licking at my member with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her lips grazed the head of my penis, then moved lower, exploring the sensitive flesh below. As she increased the speed and intensity of her licking, I moaned in ecstasy, completely lost in the moment. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the delicious friction building within me. Her knees were now firmly planted in the seat, providing her with increased leverage and control. The sensation was exquisite, pushing me closer to the brink of oblivion.

"Oh, baby! I don't know how much more of this I can take!" I exclaimed, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. But she only intensified her efforts, her lips sliding further down my shaft, her hands gripping my thighs, pulling me deeper into her embrace. The world narrowed to just her, her touch, her scent, her sheer, unadulterated power.

As I felt the first few surges of cum erupt within me, I reached across with my left hand, running it up between her legs. She spread her legs apart, making it easier for me to access her pleasure. With my fingers inside her panties, I began to slowly and deliberately stroke her pussy. She moaned and quivered, lost in the throes of pleasure, while simultaneously performing the blowjob. I could feel the wetness spreading through her, the anticipation building to an unbearable crescendo. "Oh, yeah! Keep fingering that pussy!" she urged, her voice breathless with desire. As she increased the speed of her sucking, I felt the G-spot respond, the pleasure intensifying with each thrust. “Keep going! Keep fingering that pussy!” I commanded, lost in the intoxicating sensation.

With a final, desperate surge, I felt her orgasm, a powerful release that left me weak and breathless. She shivered violently, her body wracked with pleasure. "Oh, yeah, baby! You got me off!" she cried, her voice filled with relief and satisfaction. I removed my fingers from her wet pussy, examining the glistening droplets clinging to my fingertips. "Nice," I said, a genuine smile spreading across my face.

After a few more minutes, she stopped giving me head. "I guess you wanna fuck now?" she asked, her voice hesitant. I nodded, my desire still burning bright. We both put the front seat backs completely flat, preparing for the next stage of our intimate encounter. She took off her skirt and panties, exposing her wet pussy. I fully removed my shorts and boxers, joining her in the act of stripping down, both of us eager to immerse ourselves in the depths of our mutual pleasure.

We then threw the discarded clothing towards the back seat, creating a small pile of fabric in the corner. As I climbed onto her, I felt the familiar thrill of anticipation, the promise of intense pleasure just moments away. We had always loved to engage in Missionary in the car, a primal, intimate experience that heightened the senses and fueled our desires. "Good thing we're both relatively still flexible!" I exclaimed, clinging to her hips as I guided my cock into her waiting pussy. "Oh yes!" she cried out as I began thrusting, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. "Keep going! Keep going!" I urged, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I managed to unbutton her blouse and undo her bra, sending the garments tumbling into the back seat. As I continued to thrust, my body quivered with pleasure, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience.

The fog in the car windows thickened, blurring the outside world into a hazy abstraction. The heat was building, the pressure mounting, pushing us closer and closer to the brink. I leaned in closer, pressing my weight against her, further deepening the penetration. Her legs were fully extended, propped against my shoulders, allowing me to thrust even deeper into her receptive cavity. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of power and pleasure. I could feel the fluid coursing through her, her body responding to my every move. "Oh, honey, keep thrusting me! Keep fucking my pussy!" she screamed, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

As I felt the first few gobs of hot white cum shoot inside her pussy, I exclaimed, "Oh, I'm there! I'm there!" She tightened her muscles, her body arching in response to the intense stimulation. She continued to cry out, her voice filled with rapture as I maintained the pace, pushing her further and further into the depths of pleasure. At the precise moment I was reaching climax, she screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" The waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me weak and breathless. She shivered violently, her body wracked with ecstatic convulsions.

Finally, as the last vestiges of pleasure faded, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close in a desperate embrace. We kissed deeply, savoring the moment, the lingering warmth of our shared experience. "Welcome home, my love," she whispered, her voice filled with affection. I withdrew my member and hopped back into the passenger seat, feeling utterly content, completely satisfied, and utterly devoted to the woman who had just brought me to the brink of ecstasy. We readjusted our positions, preparing for the next stage of our passionate encounter. Then, we gathered up our discarded clothing, neatly placing it in the back seat, ready for another night of uninhibited pleasure.

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