Unspoken Pleasure

Moments later she screamed as her orgasm coursed through her. I continued slamming into her until I had unloaded my cum in her ass.

Once both spent, cuddling on the couch, my cum leaking out of her ass, she said, her breathing still stunted from her orgasm, "One day soon we really need to make our fantasies a reality." "Just say when," I smiled.

"When," she said back.

I looked at her and asked, "Are you serious?"

"If you want to, I'm game," she admitted.

"Craigslist?" I asked. We had read all the ads and considered replying so many times, but always chickened out. Yet, something in her eyes and tone told me this time was different.

"Set it up for after the weddings," she suggested. "I get my period in a couple of days."

I laughed, "Yeah, we should probably wait until that is over."

The next few days flew by and other than a quick blow job before she headed to the airport, we hadn't had sex since that crazy night.

After she was gone, I started going through Craigslist listings and contacted a couple dozen potential couples. After a few back and forth emails with seven couples I had it narrowed down to three potential couples... which I would show Mary once she got back.

Thursday evening, Mia called me, "Hey Robert, surviving all alone?"

I answered, "The house is eerily quiet."

"What does a man do when he is home alone," Mia asked.

"Watch porn," I joked, although truthfully it wasn't a joke.

"What kind?" Mia asked, always very frank when we chatted.

"All kinds," I answered, not wanting to admit I was watching mostly Shemale porn.

"So, I was wondering if I could catch a ride tomorrow," Mia asked, thankfully dropping the subject.

I quipped, playfully, "Since we are already going to be sleeping together, we might as well ride together."

Mia, a nasty flirt like me, countered, "Oh, I plan on using you for rides all weekend long."

I joked, "Be careful. I could take that the wrong way."

Mia's voice dripping with sexuality countered, "You can take that any way you want to."

I stammered, "I-I-I am leaving from work at three."

"I'll meet you there," she said.

"Ok I could come and get you," I offered.

"No, no," she said, "I don't want to be an extra burden on you."

"Trust me, you're not a burden," I said. "A pain in the ass, sure, but not a burden."

"Oh remember those words Robert," she said ominously, before adding, "I got to go, stud. See you tomorrow."

"Okay, bye," I said, hanging up... my cock stiff as a missile. I instantly clicked on some of my downloaded Shemale porn and as a big cocked dark skinned Shemale face fucked a man in a suit in his office, I fantasized the man being me and the Shemale being Mia. I shot my load in seconds before going to pack.

...

Mia arrived at my office a few minutes early dressed in an incredibly provocative and sultry outfit for a three hour drive. She wore a light blue dress a couple inches below the knee, beige nylons, my fetish being nylons, and five inch heels, which were ridiculously high to wear anytime, but particularly ridiculous for a drive.

I asked, playfully, "Hoping to get lucky on the drive?"

"Always look your best I say," Mia answered.

"It's a good theory," I said, my cock already hard... Mia was a beautiful woman and knew exactly how to flaunt her very sexy assets.

"Ready to go?" She asked.

"Sure," I said, shutting down my computer.

The first hour of the drive we talked about work, love and politics. What made Mia more impressive was she was the full package. She was beautiful, funny and intelligent. The only other woman who I thought met all three of those requirements, I married.

"I need to pee," she announced.

"Good to know," I answered.noveldrama

"Could we please stop at the next town, smart ass," she said, slapping my leg.

"I could use a coke," I agreed, pulling in a few minutes later at a small gas station.

After our pit stop, we were back on the road when Mia slipped out of her heels. "I hope you don't mind, but my feet are killing me," Mia said, as she leaned her chair back and put her stocking-clad feet on the dash of the car.

I looked at her red painted toenails through the sheer nylon, and my cock stiffened. I loved nylons, and I particularity loved toes in nylons. It is a strange fetish, but it was what turned me on.

I said, "I don't know why women try to kill themselves with such foot wear."

"It's all a part of the illusion," Mia answered.

Glancing over, I realized that her long legs were going to be a constant distraction, way more dangerous than playing with a cell phone. I noticed that her nylons weren't pantyhose, but stockings, seeing the top of her stockings being held up by a garter-belt. The sight was easily one of the hottest I had ever seen in person. It was going to be a tough weekend to behave.

"W-w-what illusion?" I stammered.

"The allure of the woman," she answered, her tone sultry, her answer vague.

"Half sentences don't really answer the question," I pointed out.

She wiggled her toes, causing me to leer way longer than socially acceptable and not an overly safe thing to do while going 65 on the highway.

The heels are part of the full ensemble," she continued, before saying, her tone shifting to regret, "although most women have gotten lazy and think doing half the job is okay."

"Half the job?" I asked, trying to focus on the road and not Mia's lovely legs and feet.

"Yes, men are so easily turned on, most women just wear heels or a tight blouse, or a short skirt, but not the entire package," she explained, shifting her legs again, making it impossible to ignore them.

"Tell me about it," I sighed, having noticed myself the rarity of women in nylons in 2014.

"That was a heavy sigh," she noticed. "Do tell."

"I'm a leg man and over the years the popularity of pantyhose has declined at an alarming and disappointing rate," I said, still trying desperately not to stare at her legs.

"Exactly my point," she said, as she moved her hand to adjust a garter on her left leg. She continued talking as if such an act wasn't quite likely to cause a major collision. "The whole package means accentuating every asset. On the outside you dress sexy, but classy. The outfit should showcase a woman's breasts, ass and legs. High heels and nylons help enhance the sensuality and sexuality of a woman."

"Can't argue with that," I said, smiling at her as I checked out her long legs once again.

"In theory, a woman's outside look should be alluring, while underneath the outer layer is a sexual being," she continued.

"So dress like a lady on the outside and a slut on the inside," I clarified.

"That makes it sound dirty," she said, annoyed by my simplistic analysis of her theory.

"I'm sorry," I quickly apologized.

She laughed, "I'm just kidding, it pretty much is that simple. The key is to get every man to want to fuck you and every woman to want to be you." "Well, I think it is working," I said, again leering way too long at her legs and feet.

"You want to fuck me?" She asked, her tone sultry, her smile playful.

"If I was single I would devour you whole," I quipped back, our flirting reaching a whole new level. "Hmmm, remember those words," she smiled, her tone ominous again.

"Hmmm, right back at you," I replied, trying to sound manly even though I was confused by her tone. Changing topics, after a brief awkward silence, she said, "Mary told me you're a leg man."

"That I am," I nodded, staring at the road, desperate to not look at her legs after such a statement. "Especially in nylons," she added, moving her legs slightly, which I noticed out of my peripheral. "What else do you two talk about?" I asked.

"Everything," she answered.

"That's a pretty wide scope," I said, my eyes darting to her nylon-clad toes.

"Our conversations tend to meander," she admitted.

Thinking that is how all women's conversation went, I asked, "What else do you know about me?" "Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to," she teased.

"Fair enough," I laughed.