Fetish - lingerie, pantyhose, stockings

I took a slow drive on A1A Oceanside, early one morning in August Nineteen Eighty Three, the dark morning streets yawned at the dim light over the ocean. Streetlights flickered out and neon signs faded as the first hints of morning smiled on the water. The midnight blue waters sparkled as pastels kissed the sky with sunrise.

Traffic lights snarled: go, slow, stop, go ignoring the splendor, as I slowly drove on, glancing across the water. Then suddenly time became an illusion, motion ceased and I saw her in the coral pink water framed in aquamarine. First, all I saw a silhouette tasting a lavender sky, then she moved and I saw more. Waves licked her denim cutoffs and the white top glowed on freckled skin. Sunlight whispered around her auburn hair as it flowed over her shoulders. Then her body strangely became the surf and as I watched, her hands ran through her hair and then descended to her breasts.

Cupping them in her hands, she squeezed gently then slipped her hands forward, running the palms back and forth over her nipples. I could she them harden as they cast dark shadows on her white top. Waves rolled past her as she continued teasing her nipples, her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she savored the sensation.

She reached around and unfastened her top, freeing her breasts and then continued her caresses over the bare skin. Delicate fingers pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger twisting them in a delightful rhythm.

I reached down and adjusted my erection, leaving my hand in my lap and with one hand, I grasped my cock through my Bermuda shorts and began to slowly stroke. I had never seen anything like what I witnessed in the waves and I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

As a wave washed up over her waist, completely soaking her cutoff short, she reached a hand down as if to wipe the water away. Then she moved her hand onto her thighs and moved it slowly up and down. Each movement brought her hand closer and closer to her crotch. I was transfixed as small waves washed up her thighs.

She then moved her other hand from her nipples and slipped it in the waistband of her cutoff shorts, carefully working down beneath her panties. She must have found her clit because she began moving her hips back and forth in unison with her hand motions.

I continued stroking my erection while I worked the legs of my shorts up. Once I hiked the leg up far enough, I worked the head of my cock out from under the shorts and underwear. Now I could slide my fingers over the sensitive head as I watched her.

It was quickly apparent that her cutoff shorts were too confining because she soon pulled her hand out of her shorts and then unbuttoned and unzipped them. I watched as she bent over in the waves and removed her shorts and panties, tossing them up onto shore.

Completely free now, she moved her hands down over her breasts and teased her nipples again. In a moment, leaving her left hand toying with her nipples, her right hand slowly descended over her stomach, through the curly red hair of her pubis, over the tiny spot of her clit to dip between her lips and into her pussy. I watched as her fingers disappeared and then reappeared from between her lips. After several deep thrusts, she moved her fingers to her clit where they began a slow circling movement.

Fascinated in what she was doing, I mimicked her motions on my cock, slowly circling around the head. Her hips moved, so I began to move mine, I even ran my left hand up to toy with my nipples.

She began moving her hips faster and faster, tossing her head back, completely oblivious to the waves and everything else. Soon she arched her back, pushing her hips towards her hand. I watched her hand move from her clit as she buried three fingers into her pussy. Only then did she let herself fall back into the water, letting the waves run high over her shoulders.

I continued stroking myself feeling her roll over me, as she drew me closer and closer. I thought of her fingers disappearing into her moist lips as she came and I squeezed my cock tightly, imagining her pussy pulsing around it. I moved my hips as I felt a pressure building…

A car horn honked and I heard my engine whirring. I quickly moved my hands to the wheel removed my foot from the brake. As I continued down A1A I turned my head to see the woman wearing cutoff shorts and a white top walking slowly out of the water. I pressed the accelerator and spun back to reality. After a few blocks, she became… yesterday.