Last evening Cheryl invited me to her home for dinner. It was a long hard week at work and the thought of a relaxing dinner with Cheryl made the long week go by a bit faster.

I arrived at the appointed hour with a bottle of Chianti in hand. As I have written previously, red wine always enhances my sensuality. I was wearing a multi-colored print top, black knee length skirt taupe Victoria Secret thigh high stockings with reinforced toes and black mid calf boots with a three inch heel. Cheryl had on a white blouse, plaid skirt and tan stockings. She was not wearing shoes.

She answered the door and we exchanged a brief kiss. I put down my purse and slipped off my coat, which Cheryl took and hung up. I proceeded to sit down on the bench in her foyer so that I could remove my boots. I had not been to her home before but had decided before hand that when I arrived I would immediately shed my boots and spend the evening in my stocking feet. Like the red wine, padding about in my stocking feet heightens my sexual feelings. Seeing that Cheryl was shoeless made me smile and caused a stir in me.

I had sat down on the bench, crossed my legs and was preparing to unzip my boots in order to take them off. Seeing this, Cheryl admonished me.” Robin:, she said “there is no need for you to do that” I looked at her and said “I can’t take my boots off? Why not” She smiled and said “because I want to do it for you! You would like that wouldn’t you?” I felt a further stirring and a bit of dampness between my legs. I responded “Cheryl, I would enjoy that very much” “I thought that you would” was her response. She knelt down and unzipped each of my boots before removing them. Once they were off she giggled at the fact that I had on a pair of black tennis socks.” I wear them to prevent snags” I said. “Well they are coming off as well” and with that she slipped them off my feet and put them in my boots. She re-zipped the boots and putting them in the closet said “you’ll have no need for these while you are here”

Both of us now in stocking feet, we made our way to the living room. I sat on the couch and she went off to open the wine and pour us each a glass. When she returned she sat in a club chair and crossed her legs. We chatted about how our week had gone and our delight that it was the weekend. After a glass or so of wine she announced that dinner was ready. We made our way to the dining room and sat across from one another at Cheryl’s behest.

There was more wine at the table and the meal was delicious. At various times during dinner Cheryl and I played footsies and massaged each other calves with our feet. At one point Cheryl rested her foot on my knee; I grabbed it and placed it between my thighs. My passion was building but Cheryl smiled and said “patience Robin, there will be plenty of time for that, it is a long evening” Pouting I released her foot and we went back to playing footsies. When dinner was over I helped her clean up and we adjoined to the living room to finish the second bottle of wine. Rather than sit in the club chair Cheryl joined me on the couch. Soon we were kissing and our hands were exploring each other’s bodies. Her bedroom was the next logical place to go and we both were keenly aware that we were going there.

She took my hand and silently led me to her bedroom. Kissing and embracing, we hurriedly undressed each other except for our thigh highs. Yes Cheryl was wearing them as well. The bed covers were thrown back and we fell onto the bed in each other’s arms. Our tongues were doing a mad dance in each other’s mouth and the sound of nylon rubbing against nylon served to enhance our mood. Our fingers were exploring and stimulating our erect nipples and very warn and wet vaginas. While we were both on the precipice of climaxing we did not allow the other the opportunity. We moved our bodies so that we could orally stimulate each other simultaneously. We made love to each other for hours. The climactic moment for each of us was when we both achieved sexual gratification by each of us using a dildo on the other. Exhausted, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. Three or four times during the night we awoke and played again before finally falling asleep totally exhausted.

Cheryl awoke before me and showered. She woke me up with a cup of coffee. We sat and chatted a bit. She smiled and said “I went to your car and guess what I found, and overnight bag. I brought it up for you. Why don’t you take a shower and get dressed and meet me downstairs for breakfast.” “Caught red handed about my intentions of spending the night” I said blushing. “Would not have wanted it any other way” she said. “Oh, by the way I looked in your overnight bag and don’t fret if everything is not there. I saw your flats and took them out. I like the way you look in your stocking feet!”

Showered and dressed, I made my way down in my stocking feet to join Cheryl for breakfast. We spent a delightful morning together before I left.

Unfortunately there was no opportunity to take any pictures. However, here are two pictures that were taken of me at recent bridge games:

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously by Robin.

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