The Stairwell (584 Comments)
Erotic Stockings Story
Sarah sat frozen, staring at her computer screen. It told her she had personal mail. She pulled it up and there it was. Untitled. From him.
Feeling self-conscious, she looked around her office. Everything was normal. She had expected all eyes to be on her, but they weren’t. People were all going about their work. Her boss was still inside his office, the door closed. She was very excited and already she could feel that familiar tingling sensation between her legs.
She stared at the blinking icon for a few moments and then double-clicked it. The message came up. She read it. An involuntary shiver went through her body and she could feel the soft hair on her forearms come to attention. She read it again and had to shift in her seat as she felt her pussy begin to moisten at its implications. The message was short and simple, but it told her all she needed to know. One word, actually… Three little letters… It simply read…”NOW.”
Sarah licked her lips as she read the word a final time, then shut off her computer. She took a deep breath, pushed her seat away from her desk and stood up. On shaky legs, she headed for the stairwell.
On shaky legs, she headed for the stairwell
She had received the first e-mail the previous night at home. It simply told her what to wear the next day to work on Friday: a black skirt that ended just above her knee, a white, silk blouse that she was to unbutton one extra button and her pearl necklace. Underneath, a black, front-clasping push-up bra, a matching black garter belt and black reinforced heel and toe stockings. On her feet, her black, suede 4″ pumps. Except for the stockings, this was pretty much her normal work attire. She always wore stockings to work (and pretty much anywhere else for that matter), but she usually saved the RHT’s for special occasions. She hoped this would be one. The message made no mention of panties. But there was one more special request: She was to bring a blindfold. Sarah was also told in addition to doing her nails and toes, she had to make sure to shave her pussy as well as her legs. She complied with all his wishes and then took a long, luxurious bubble bath, masturbating twice while wondering what he had in store for her.
She got the next message at work around 11 am. It told her that upon receiving final word from him, she was to go to the little used stairs by the elevators. She was to go up one floor from her own and at the next stairwell, get down on her knees and into the doggie position, facing away from the stairs behind her. She was to hike up her skirt around her waist, exposing her garter belt framed ass for the entire world to see. She was to put the blindfold on, making sure she could not see. Using her pocketbook as a pillow, she was to lean forward and put her head on the ground, while thrusting her ass back and up in an open invitation. She was then to wait. The message went on to say that she should now go to the ladies room and remove her panties if she had worn them and to get herself ready, but to be back at her desk in twenty minutes for further instructions.
Sarah found herself staring at her reflection in the ladies room mirror. She hadn’t worn any panties so she spent some time freshening up. She brushed her teeth and checked her make-up, reapplying where necessary. She was a very pretty girl, with delicate features and smooth, flawless skin. She ran a hand through her short black hair, fixing it until it was just right. She undid the extra button on her blouse, exposing just a hint of the lacy black bra she wore underneath. She looked at her breasts — they were large and firm — 36C, and her nipples stood at attention in anticipation of what was to come. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she slowly traced a finger up her stocking clad leg and under her skirt. It continued its journey until it reached her wet, hairless pussy. Her fingers trailed circles around the lips, then gently rubbing over her clit. It was already inflamed with desire and Sarah knew she could make herself cum by just rubbing it for a little longer. Instead, she brought her finger to her lips, to taste her own juices.
She slipped the finger inside her mouth and sucked greedily. She loved the taste of her own pussy, although, she admitted as she watched herself sucking her finger in the mirror, she’d rather be sucking them off a cock. She lost herself in that fantasy for a moment — her finger was now his cock — that had just come out of her dripping pussy. She sucked on it hungrily.
“Ohhh, Alec…” she moaned.
A moment later her fantasy was interrupted by the opening of the ladies room door. A co-worker, Leslie, walked in.
“Hey Sarah, how’s it going?” she asked, slightly perplexed as to why Sarah would have her finger in her mouth. “Oh, pretty good, I guess”, Sarah replied after taking the finger from her mouth, “it’s just that I seemed to have gotten a poppy seed from my bagel stuck in my teeth. It’s embarrassing, but I’m trying to get it out.” She pretended to look for the seed for another couple of seconds, Got it!” she said and turned to smile at Leslie. Leslie smiled back and then entered one of the stalls. Sarah rolled her eyes and turned to look at herself one last time in the mirror. At 26 and 5’6″, she was trim and tight but curvy in all the right places. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as she took herself in. Licking her lips a final time, she turned smartly on her heels and headed back to her desk for her final instructions. Sarah opened the door to the stairs and stepped inside.
“Am I really going to do this?” she thought, “Here, at work?” Any momentary hesitation she felt completely disappeared as she felt the slow trickle of her pussy juices sliding their way down her upper thigh towards her stocking tops. “I am so hot.” she said out loud to no one in particular. She then started up the stairs to the next level, her heels click-clacking with each step and echoing erotically in the deserted stairwell.
She reached the top step of the stairwell, hiked her skirt up to her waist and sunk to her knees. She then reached inside her purse and removed the blindfold. She tied it around her head, making sure she could not see as instructed. Then, she leaned forward and placed her head on the ground, using her bag as a pillow. Thrusting her ass out, she waited.
Nothing happened right away. He was making her wait, drawing it out.
“That bastard.” she thought as she smiled. It ran through her head about what an amazing sight she must be — head down, blindfold on, blouse half undone, ass thrust out in open invitation, a pool of juice already beginning to form underneath her hairless pussy. “I’m such a slut…” she giggled out loud.
I’m such a slut…
She began to think about how she got to be in this present position. She had met Alec on-line almost a year ago. He had responded very favourably to one of the erotic stories she had written. It began with the exchange of erotic fantasies and fetishes and it turned out they were extremely compatible in those departments. It seemed everything she liked, he liked and vice versa. In fact, they both thought it was remarkable to find another person who was so in tune to the other’s particular sexual needs and desires. But it turned into more — a real friendship, outside the cyber sex. They were both funny, creative and intelligent. They made each other laugh and they looked forward to each others messages. They exchanged pictures and they both instantly liked what they saw. He was about 10 years older than she, 5’10″ and muscular, with a shaved head and a trim goatee — very sexy, she thought. He thought she was gorgeous. They were both in solid, but unspectacular relationships, and they both longed to act out their sexual desires with someone who felt the same way about things. They met for the first time two months ago.
They lived in neighbouring states and Alec made the drive up one weekend and rented a nice hotel room. They were both nervous about spoiling the fantasy, but they shouldn’t have been. They each knew so much about the other’s likes and dislikes that their bodies moved in perfect harmony together. They had a wonderful weekend and never made it out of the hotel room. They made love a little, but fucked a lot, pleasing each other in countless ways. They kept up their on-line relationship, although now it was even better. They met again the next month at the same hotel room.
Sarah figured that would be their routine, until she got his e-mail last night. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door slamming several floors down. With her head near the floor, she could feel the reverberations surging through the stairs. Then she heard the echoing of the footsteps as they climbed the stairs towards her.
“My God,” she thought, “this is so exciting. Here he comes, finally!” She listened to the hypnotic fall of the footsteps, one after the other, their sound seemingly bouncing off the walls all around her. Her heart was beating rapidly, her nipples threatening to tear through the fabric of her bra. The sounds continued. He was on the floor below her, she guessed. Her pussy was drenched.
A horrid thought went through her mind, “What if it isn’t him?” Panicky thoughts raced through her mind. “What if it’s someone else who works in the building? From another floor?” her brain screamed. “What if it’s someone she knew! Leslie? Or one of the other secretaries? Bill, from Accounting? Or that cute black UPS driver? What are they going to
think of me?” “Oh my God,” she thought, “what if it’s my boss?”
Her thoughts were interrupted by his footsteps right behind her. He stopped two steps away. He didn’t say anything, but she could “feel” him there. It could be Alec… it could be her boss… it could be a total stranger staring at her nakedness behind her. At this point, she finally admitted to herself, she didn’t care. Like a leaky faucet, her pussy juiced dripped into the ever widening puddle beneath her. “Alec…” she began quietly, “is that you?” “Shhhhhhhh….” was the only reply she got and it wasn’t enough to discern the voice.
She trembled slightly as she felt strong hands grasp her ankles. Slowly, tenderly, they slid up her calves savouring the silky nylon of her hose. He slid his fingers inside her stocking tops to touch her warm skin. Her body was alive, every nerve ending focused on the hands stroking her legs. His hands cupped her ass, gently caressing it, moving downward between her legs. She moaned loudly as his hands slowly slid in and around her pussy lips, fluttering lightly like a butterfly, never quite touching the soft folds of skin. Sarah was aching. She was already close to an orgasm and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet. His fingers continued their magical journey, exciting her even more.
And then the hands were gone. Her eyes closed beneath the blindfold, she pushed her ass back in search of them. “Please…” she moaned. Nothing for a few agonizing moments and then: She felt his hot breath on her pussy. “Ohhhhhh …” she moaned as she took one more step towards the sweet release of orgasm. He blew on her pussy for several moments, driving her crazy, delighting in her arousal. Then, taking pity on her, he took his thumb and applied it directly and firmly to her blood engorged clit. She came. Hard.
“Ohhhhhhhh…yes…ohhhhhhhhhhh…” Sarah moaned loudly in release. The waiting, the anticipation, the danger…everything about the situation suddenly hit her and she had the most explosive orgasm of her life. Her pussy gushed as she bucked and writhed, panting like an animal. It was so gratifying and sweet that she almost passed out from the pleasure. She smiled as her orgasm began to subside. Coming down off the clouds, her body was warm all over. She sighed dreamily as she wound down from the best orgasm of her life. Then she heard him unzip his pants. She could hear him taking down his pants and she felt her pussy heat up again. Suddenly, one — no, two — fingers were in her pussy, They played inside her, not exactly rough, but not exactly gentle either.
Beneath the blindfold, her eyes opened wide as she felt his fingers smear her juices on to her ass, coating the entrance to her tight bung hole. His hands left her briefly and she blushed in shame as she heard him place his fingers in the pool of cum on the stairs underneath her.
Soon he was coating her with it as well. She knew it was nasty and it turned her on even more. A few more moments of this and again, his hands disappeared. Nothing happened for a few moments and then, without warning, he thrust his big cock into her ass.
Sarah cried out in surprise and pain as she took about half of his cock into her unsuspecting rectum. He had lubricated her some with her pussy juices, but his cock was big and it still hurt. He continued to slowly push forward until all 7″ of his dick was inside. Sarah had to bite down on the leather strap of her purse to keep from crying out.
He paused briefly, allowing her to become accustomed to his size, then he started to slowly slide in and out of her. Sarah loved anal sex and she relaxed her muscles to allow him easier passage. His strokes began to pick up steam. She began to become more excited and pushed back to meet his thrusts. “Oh God…oh yes, Alec!” she moaned, “That’s it. Right there…” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Who’s Alec?”
She smiled at his game, but she knew. “I know it’s you,” she replied breathlessly, “I know. I wasn’t sure until you put your cock in my ass, but now I’m sure. Nobody fills my ass up the way you do.” She felt his breath in her ear. “You like my cock in your ass, my pet?” he asked. “You want me to fuck you really hard in your tight little hole?”
“Yes,” she moaned through gritted teeth, “yes, Alec, fuck my ass hard.” She felt him grasp her firmly by the hips and draw her back, picking up speed, faster and faster. She grunted hard each time his shaft split her anal cavity. She reached down to rub her clit as his relentless pounding continued. She could feel her orgasm beginning to swell. Her senses were a blur. She was bucking back against him wildly and as she did, one of her pumps came off and clattered down the stairs. She could feel his cock swell inside her as he was getting close. His balls slapped loudly against her ass with each thrust, sending delicious echoes through the stairwell. Alec felt his orgasm building. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. He reached out and grabbed Sarah by the back of her hair, pulling her head backwards as he continued to piston her tight, brown hole. They were both close…so close…
The voices surprised both of them. Two ladies, somewhere several floors below, had entered the stairwell. They were laughing and talking about lunch. And they were headed upstairs.
Sarah and Alec continued to fuck as they listened to the two women continue up the stairs towards them. The two women’s high heels announced their impending arrival. The sound of their heels on the steel steps made for an erotic melody when combined with the rhythmic slapping of Alec’s balls against Sarah’s ass. Click clack…click clack…click clack…
Slap…slap…slap…
The voices were close now, on the stairwell beneath them — only one floor down! They could hear part of the women’s conversation and Sarah listened, her ears straining. She recognized a voice! It was Leslie! She was going to get caught by her co-worker. Leslie was going to see her on her knees, blindfolded, getting ferociously fucked in the ass. Everyone was going to know! She was going to lose her job in disgrace! And then…she realized she didn’t care. Everything just felt too good. She didn’t care. She was on the verge of cumming and by the feel of Alec’s swollen cock, he was too. Just one or two more strokes ought to do it.
She felt Alec’s hands grip her hips tighter just as they voices of the women drifted off behind the closed stairwell door. They were gone, one floor below — twenty feet and a rounded corner away from the biggest shock of their lives. Sarah felt Alec’s cock literally vibrate inside her and then he was cumming. One…two…three huge blast of cum. She could feel the warm stickiness deep in her bowels, pushing her over the edge. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh….” she screamed and bit down again into the leather strap. If possible, her orgasm became even more intense as she felt Alec push her head down into her bag as he continued to let loose torrents of jizz inside her ass. Sarah reached back and dug her red nails into his ass cheeks and pulled, her overwhelming orgasm demanding him deeper into her anal tunnel. Exhausted and spent, he collapsed on her. They stayed like this for a few moments and then he removed the blindfold, gently stroking her face and hair. She leaned back to kiss him, their tongues swirling about one another as their passion subsided.
He then disengaged himself from her ass and stood to behind her. As she turned to face him, he leaned down and placed his hands on her face and kissed her deeply. He released her and stood up, looking down and locking eyes with her. Sarah nodded, knowing what was expected of her. She inched forward on her knees and took his dirty cock in her mouth. She licked and cleaned expertly, savouring the taste in her mouth. Her cum, his cum, her ass, both of their sweat — everything blended perfectly in her mouth as she continued to suck him. Sucking a cock directly from her ass made her feel dirty and excited her to no end. She began to suck more vigorously, a small moan escaping from her very full lips.
She felt Alec’s cock begin to stiffen again in her mouth, and encouraged by this, she began to suck even harder. She removed her hands from his cock and placed both of them on her breasts, massaging them. She locked eyes with him and then slowly, inch by inch, began to take his cock all the way down her throat. Alec looked down and marvelled at the way she took his cock so deep, with no hands to guide it. She never broke eye contact with him and soon, all 7″ were down her throat, her nose touching his trimmed pubic hair. She held him there, deepthorating his cock, pinching her nipples, staring into his eyes.
deepthorating his cock
“Oh God, Sarah,” he moaned, “Your mouth feels so good. Keep it up and I’m going to cum again.” Hearing the words she longed for, Sarah attacked his cock with vigour, using a hand to work the shaft in concert with her mouth. Back and forth she stroked and sucked him, feeling his hardness grow in her mouth. Her free hand was busy everywhere — stroking her clit, twisting her nipples, massaging his balls. “That’s it Sarah, that’s it…” he moaned, “I’m getting close. You want me to cum?”
Excited, she moaned affirmatively. “Oh yeah, almost…” he breathed, “almost…yeah…”
At an almost dizzying speed, Sarah was fucking her mouth with his cock. Violently, she thrust her head back and forth, needing his cum. She felt him swell in her mouth, felt his balls tighten…he was so close… Just as he was about to cum, Alec pulled himself from her mouth, grabbing his dick by the base to keep himself from ejaculating. “Your feet!” he spat, “Give me your feet. I want to cum on your feet.”
Sarah giggled as she sat back and whirled her legs around. She placed one arm under her calves bringing her stockinged feet up, pointing towards him in offering. Alec aimed his cock at her nylon covered feet, letting loose with a spew of jism that completely covered the ends of her feet, his white cum erotically soaking the black hose. Sarah giggled some more as she began to wriggle her toes to help the hot cum soak into the darker patch of reinforced nylon. She gazed up at him, ecstatic she could make him so happy. Alec reached down to her feet and scooped up one glob of glistening white cum from her toes and presented it to her lips. “This,” he began, “is all you get ‘till later. You’ve got to wear the rest inside your pumps all day.”
Sarah smiled seductively and reached her tongue out to lap the cum off his finger, then she slowly slid her pump back on. After she finished, Alec scampered down the few steps to retrieve the pump that had fallen off earlier. She presented her cum covered foot to him and he took his time sliding the shoe on, caressing her nylon covered heel and ankle as she wriggled into it. He leaned into her and they again kissed passionately. He stroked her cheek and chin gently as they stared into one another’s eyes. “I’ll see you tonight at the hotel.” he said. She smiled warmly, nodding. He fixed his clothing and turned to go, then with a devilish smile, added: “And bring the French Maid outfit.”
“Oui, oui”, she answered playfully. He reached out and they interlocked fingers for just a moment…and then he was gone.
Sarah stood up wearily, trying her best to straighten her clothes and look presentable. She started down the stairs towards her floor. When she reached the door, she looked back up and smiled. Walking through the door, she headed back to her desk. With each step she could feel his cum squishing between her nylon covered toes and more leaking out her asshole. “God,” she thought, “I’m not even wearing panties.” She loved the feeling.
Each step was more joyous than the last, a burning reminder of the fantasy she had just fulfilled and as she looked at the clock, she thought, “How am I ever going to make it through the rest of this day?”
The End – Written by Mr. Pink
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