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Slut Wives and Stockings go together like diamonds and pearls! There is nothing quite as exhilarating as sitting at the edge of my bed.... rolling the thigh highs up my firm thighs. Finally reaching the top...feeling them hug my upper thigh always brings a smile to my face. Knowing that I am dressing this way for a reason... a purpose...a fantasy...

 

I like to think that if a picture tells a thousand words then a thousand words can spur a million fantasies! To keep those fantasies as well as libidos growing your resident, slut wife has included a sexy, stocking and leg fetish story to accompany this set entitled, Full Bottom Panties!

 

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Stocking & Leg Fetish Story:

 

Michael pushed a lock of blond hair from his face, unbuttoned his coat, and entered the supermarket. It was 9 pm on a wintry Wednesday night and all he wanted to do was get some food, eat, and go to bed. He hoped there would be no lines in the store. All he needed to get were a couple of things and he would be on his way to the apartment in no Michaele. Grabbing a basket, he headed over to the canned goods aisle.

 

Michael was 25 years old. He had gleaming blue eyes, an athletic build, and was considered universally attractive. Despite his good looks, Michael was currently single. He met women often and dated occasionally but always felt that something was missing. More often that note, every woman he dated was appealing in some way, but they did not have the complete package that he desired. On the weekdays, Michael devoted himself to work and spent his weekends unwinding from the stress accumulated during the week. Besides, to have a girlfriend at this point in his life would sap too much of his Michaele and energy. If he was going to be in a relationship, he wanted it to be a healthy, mutually beneficial one. He could not promise that to anyone right now.

 

In the canned goods section, Michael began to look at the variety of spaghetti sauces. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair pass by his aisle in the supermarket. Since he never passed up the opportunity to check out a good-looking woman, Michael quickly put down the jar of sauce he was considering and began to follow the click-clack-clicking sound of her heels. He heard the woman turn and stride down the next aisle. Michael walked to the end of his own aisle, made two quick rights, and saw the blonde woman standing ten feet in front of him. She was inspecting the bread. From the slight wrinkles on her hands that showed as she turned the bread loaves over, he esMichaelated that she was about 50 years old. However, from the brief looks he got of her body that was hidden underneath her long winter coat, she was a young 50. Michael noticed immediately that her calves were well-shaped and extremely toned.

 

As the woman bent and rose to look at other bread loaves, her black coat opened up to reveal the rest of her clothing. The woman was dressed in a typical business suit, yet it was sexy and classy at the same Michaele. Michael could see that she was wearing a short black skirt and a light red blouse. She wore black pantyhose and 3-inch high black heels. With the heels, Michael esMichaelated that the woman was about 5'8. She carried a black attaché case and a laptop bag along with her grocery basket. A rich bitch, Michael guessed to himself.

 

Michael edged closer to the woman, pretending to be interested in the bread selection as well. However, all he wanted to see was how short the woman's skirt was. Ever since he could remember, Michael loved a professional-looking woman in heels and a skirt. He did not know when or how the attraction began, but nothing got him more aroused than an older, confident woman with a great pair of legs.

 

Michael stood less than five feet away from the woman in the aisle and noticed that she smelled of perfume – just the right amount of perfume, for it was not too strong and it was not too subtle. Judging from her appearance and her sharply tailored clothing, Michael assumed that this woman cared about whether people thought she was attractive. She was definitely a well-to-do woman with exquisite taste. Michael wondered whether her outward appearance hid a dirty, sexual mind.

 

As the woman reached for another loaf of bread, Michael noticed that she was wearing a gold wedding band on her left hand that had an enormous diamond in the middle of it. Michael's interest rose even more. Fucking a married woman was high on his list of sexual priorities, although he never thought he'd have the guts to do it if given the opportunity. Due to the size of her ring, Michael guessed that the woman was married to a wealthy man. Michael decided to take in enough of this lady now so he could visualize her later when he was stroking his cock in bed. As she continued to scan the shelves for bread, Michael stole lengthy glances at the woman's legs. At one point, her legs were staggered – one in front of the other – and this stance allowed Michael to notice that her skirt ended about five inches above her knee. This left a lot of leg to examine. A generous portion of thigh gave way to softly-rounded knees which in turn gave way to those gorgeously toned calves. Michael's eyes slowly took in every inch. On her feet, her pointy-toed heels were made of expensive black leather. Michael felt his cock getting hard. He worked as a consultant in a corporate office and was surrounded by attractive older women, but this woman stood out from the rest.

 

Along with his leg inspection, Michael also glimpsed at the woman's face a couple of Michaeles. She had high cheekbones with only a hint of blush. Her blond hair reached to her shoulders and was cut fashionably. Within the blond, there were dark highlights, and in her ears were small diamonds. Her lips were pouty and her neck was long and graceful-looking. The woman had a small nose, and resembled a slightly older Michelle Pfeiffer.

 

Never once did the woman turn to look at Michael in the whole Michaele that he was gazing at her. After extended consideration, the woman finally chose a loaf of bread, put it in her basket, and strutted away. Michael watched her walk down the aisle – away from him – as the woman's curvaceous body swayed with the weight of her groceries.

 

After she turned the corner, Michael resumed shopping. After picking up some bread and pasta and retrieving the sauce that he had been looking at minutes earlier, he proceeded to the checkout. He was happy to find that the blonde woman was in front of him on line. From such a close distance, Michael could see that her features were delicately feminine, even moreso now that he was only a foot away from her. Michael was most impressed by the firmness of the skin areas around her jawline and mouth; they were flawless and unwrinkled like the majority of women her age.

 

He tried to think of something witty to say to the woman, but decided a comment on how ridiculous the National Enquirer headlines were this week would fail. Besides, he had no shot. She was at least twice his age. Even though Michael enjoyed success with women his own age, he figured that this woman – wealthy, sophisticated and sexy – was out of his league.

 

After a minute's wait, the woman paid for her things, took her bags, and left the store. Michael noticed that her nails were beautifully manicured with clear lacquer polish when she handed the money to the cashier. As hard as he tried, he could not find any imperfections with this woman – as far as he could tell, every inch of her was ideal. Michael absent-mindedly paid for his groceries, thinking of the older blonde woman and how he was going to imagine fucking her wet pussy from behind as he stroked his cock later on in the night.

 

Outside, it was cold and Michael began to walk hurriedly to his apartment. Up ahead, at the end of the block, he could see that a woman was struggling with a number of packages. Whoever it was had stopped walking and was trying to regroup. As he neared the woman, he noticed that it was the blonde from the store. Her grocery bags were lying on the ground as she crouched, trying to determine the best way to carry her workbag and laptop along with her food purchases. Michael saw the opportunity to help and quickened his pace.

 

Can I help you with those bags? Michael asked the woman as he came within a couple of feet of her. You seem to be having some trouble. The woman looked up quickly and her attractive face broke into a smile. Her cheeks were flushed with cold and exasperation, but a quick smile of her soft red lips revealed bright white teeth. She looked twenty years younger when she smiled. Yes, yes. If you wouldn't mind, could you take these two bags and help me to my apartment? I live just around the corner. She handed him two of the heavier-looking bags. Her blue-gray eyes sparkled under a streetlight as she continued to smile at Michael. He looked down and could see that her skirt had ridden up on her legs as she was squatting. Her coat was open at the waist and had flared out, so he could see now that the pantyhose he thought she was wearing were actually black thigh-high stockings. The sheer lace tops of them wrapped tightly around toned thighs.

 

Michael smiled back at her quickly. Sure, he answered, taking the bags from her. It's too cold for anyone to lug around all of this fresh produce. You should have done yourself a favor and bought frozen vegetables. They may taste like plastic but they keep longer in the winterMichaele.

 

As he was saying this, Michael thought that his joke attempt might be missed, but the woman laughed. Michael was relieved.

 

I know, but I am sort of a health nut, she replied as she rose to her full height, tossing her hair and scarf simultaneously behind her shoulder. She gathered the rest of her things and they began to walk down the sidewalk together. Her long legs enabled her to keep up with Michael's pace. There was an awkward silence between them until Michael spoke first.

 

By the way, my name is Michael.

 

Oh, I'm terribly sorry. My name is Brandi.

 

Brandi. Brandi. Brandi. For whatever reasons, the name seemed to drip with sensuality, confidence, and maturity. She stopped and tried to extend her arm to shake Michael's hand. However, under the weight of the bags, she was unable to do so. They both laughed at her awkward attempt and continued to walk. Michael was glad because they were headed in the direction of Michael's apartment and it was freezing outside. However, Michael would have risked frostbite to see where things might be leading with the blonde. Despite the circumstances, she seemed to be enjoying his company.

 

Brandi's high heels clicked on the sidewalk as they turned the corner. Michael had only a half-block to charm Brandi. Would he be able to do it?

 

I really appreciate your help, Michael. It would have taken me two trips if you hadn't come along. I live in the Crow's Nest Building - it's right up ahead - so your job is almost done. Brandi turned to smile again at Michael. For a stranger, she was quite friendly. Her diamond ring sparkled brightly in the night.

 

I know the Crow's Nest – I live in the Harbor View, Michael said, nodding toward his building across the street. The buildings faced each other and were separated by a one-way street. Michael wondered if he had ever seen Brandi before in the vicinity, but quickly decided that he would not have forgotten someone so alluring if he had.

 

It's amazing that we live so close to each other. I don't recall ever seeing you. Surely I would have remembered the face of such a nice-looking man!

 

Michael was surprised at this unconcealed compliment and – despite Brandi's obvious wedding ring – decided to return the flattery. Had I known that you lived in the Crow's Nest, I would have offered to be your errand boy much sooner than tonight.

 

Brandi laughed. Well, it's never too late, you know. She turned to him and winked as she said this. Michael was impressed at how quickly he had gotten her to warm up to him.

 

Cold, hard rain began to pelt the building windows as they stepped into the Crow's Nest lobby. The doorman came out from behind the front desk to assist Brandi but she stopped him with an upraised hand.

 

That's all right, William. My friend will help me bring those packages up. Won't you, Michael? Brandi looked back at Michael and winked again. Was she flirting with him?

 

Michael nodded and said, Yes. Yes, I'd be more than happy to help you. Brandi smiled; at the same Michaele, Michael felt the doorman glare at him.

 

Brandi walked toward the elevators and Michael took notice of the way her supple figure moved underneath her coat. Michael wondered how she would look from behind on all fours. Once again, her heels clicked piercingly on the white marble floor. They reached the elevator and stepped inside. Normally, I wouldn't ask a stranger up to my apartment, but you seem so nice. Most of my errand boys don't get past the doorman. You should consider yourself special.

 

When Michael looked at her questioningly, Brandi began to laugh. She put down her bags and reached out to touch his shoulder. I am joking with you. Despite tonight's helpless display, I am very self-sufficient. However, I think I picked a good night to need help. You've been a very able assistant up to this point. Now my problem is deciding on how generous to make your reward so you will want to help me every night. Again, she laughed and squeezed Michael's arm.

 

Michael was going to say something in response but the elevator doors opened and they stepped out onto the 28th floor. The hallway was covered in plush carpeting and the sounds of Brandi's heels were now muffled. The distance between the apartment doors led Michael to believe that the residences behind them were quite large. As soon as Brandi opened the door to her apartment, Michael's impression was confirmed.

 

Brandi took off her coat as Michael placed the bags in the huge front hallway. The hallway opened up into an enormous living room. From what he could see, the living room had three walls of floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a view of the Manhattan skyline. After taking in the view for a mere second, Michael directed his attention back to Brandi. She had her back turned to him while hanging up her coat in the front closet. He immediately noticed two things about Brandi with her coat off: Her skirt was shorter than he had previously thought and her legs were longer than he realized.

 

Would you like something to drink? Brandi asked Michael, her head still buried in the closet.

 

No, uh, no. That's ok. It's been a, uh, long day. I really should be going, Michael stammered. He turned his head away from the sight of Brandi's luscious legs and looked out the window at the distant lights of the Empire State Building. He felt a lump growing in his pants, thinking of Brandi's gorgeous face and trim body.

 

But I'd like you to stay, Michael. He heard the now-familiar click of her heels behind him as Brandi walked over and stood in front of Michael. I want to thank you for helping me. That was so sweet of you. Michael looked down into Brandi's eyes. She was definitely over 45 years old but could have passed for 30. Unless she was wearing a padded bra, Brandi's breasts were bigger than Michael had given her credit for. The silk of her shirt brushed against Michael's chest and he could feel her breath on his face.

 

Brandi's face broke into a wide smile when Michael finally said, OK, I will have a drink – but only one.

 

*****

 

One glass of Chardonnay led to another glass that led to another, and – soon enough – Brandi was in the kitchen, making dinner as Michael set the table in the dining room. As she cooked chicken, Brandi told Michael her life's story in brief form: she was raised in Texas, attended college in New England, moved to New York after graduation, married a media executive named Howard, worked in advertising herself, had an 18 year-old daughter named Erin and a 16 year-old son named John. Michael told his own story and they seemed to have a genuine interest in each other's experiences and viewpoints.

 

Brandi casually mentioned that she did not expect her husband or either of her children to be home anyMichaele soon. John had a basketball game at his high school and her husband and Erin had gone to see him play. The customary post-game celebration was to follow at a nearby restaurant. Brandi said she attended all of John's games, but joked, I decided to sit this one out.

 

Michael offered to help with the food preparation, but Brandi waved him away. Just sit there and relax – I have things under control. As far as Michael could tell, she knew her way around the kitchen. Even in the little skirt and high heels she was wearing, Brandi was a whirlwind of elegant energy. Michael sipped his wine as he watched Brandi's long legs and tight little ass prance around the kitchen. As the chicken began to simmer, Michael offered to watch the food while Brandi changed, but she declined. Why? Would you like me to slip into something more com-for-ta-ble? She said the last word slowly and with an eyebrow raised, then broke into a laugh. Thanks, but I am in heels all day and they have become more comfortable than slippers to me. After she said this, she stuck a leg out and arched her foot. Besides, don't you love these shoes?

 

Michael nodded and decided to counter Brandi's teasing with a little flirting of his own. Yes, actually. I think women do themselves a great disservice when they wear anything other than heels – especially when they have great legs like you do.

 

Brandi smiled. She put down the fork that was in her hand and walked over to Michael. Finally. I have been waiting for you to make a comment about my legs. You have been staring at them since the bread aisle. Michael tried to look shocked. Brandi then took Michael's hand and placed it on her upper thigh. And, if you like these heels, you should see my closet. Come with me. On her way out of the kitchen, Brandi rubbed against him as she passed.

 

They passed two bedrooms – presumably those of Erin and John – until they reached the master bedroom. Off to the right was a walk-in closet, and Brandi led Michael into it. The shelves were stacked with shoeboxes and the floor was lined with shoes. There was footwear everywhere – high-heeled strappy sandals, high-heeled mules, business pumps, sexy stilettos, boots. Every style and color of shoe imaginable was in front of Michael. Brandi turned to see him, and laughed when she saw his face. You looked stunned.

 

I am in awe. I have never seen so many shoes.

 

Brandi reached to grab Michael's crotch. We can discuss your awe and my shoes later on. Right now, I just want to get you into my bed. I have wanted you since the second I saw you in the supermarket. She gave Michael's cock a little squeeze then led him to the bed.

 

You saw me looking at you? Why didn't you say anything? Did you plan this? Michael asked rapidly as Brandi unbuttoned his shirt.

 

No comment, answered Brandi, smiling. She pushed Michael down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. Her kisses were hungry and wet and full of tongue.

 

Michael's dress shirt was fully off and Brandi was working on his belt as they continued to kiss passionately. Michael's hands expertly undid the buttons on Brandi's blouse and slid the shirt off over her shoulders. She wore a black silk bra that held two sizeable tits. They were lightly tanned and the skin was flawless. Breaking their kiss, Brandi quickly lifted Michael's undershirt over his head and pulled his pants down. Michael's boxers tented but Brandi carefully pulled them down to his ankles. Michael's cockhead was engorged and was drooling precum. Brandi wiped the precum off with the palm, wrapped her delicate hand around the shaft, and started stroking slowly.

 

Michael pulled down one of Brandi's bra cups and sucked on a nipple. Uh….uh……mmmmm. That feels so good, she said. As a hand steadied one of Brandi's tits so he could suck on it, Michael reached down to rub her pussy. He was expecting a pair of panties to be in the way, but he was surprised to find that her crotch was bare. Michael looked up at Brandi questioningly.

 

I don't wear them when I wear skirts, she explained. Michael found this extremely sexy.

 

Before Michael had had the chance to diddle Brandi's clit, she had already lifted her skirt up over her waist and straddled him. Rubbing the head of his cock along the length of her pussy, Brandi moaned softly: Mmmmmm. This cock is going to feel wonderful inside of me. By now, Michael could feel her hot pussy juices lubricating his cock.

 

Michael would have liked to suck on Brandi's warm cunt but it seemed like she wanted to fuck immediately after she asked, Do you want to fuck me with my shoes on or off?

 

On, Michael answered. He took her shoulders and flipped her onto her back. Brandi squealed with pleasure, as if she were a young girl. Ooooh, you're such a strong man!' she cooed. What are you going to do to me now, Tiger?

 

Michael leaned back and untied his shoes and took off his socks. Now he was fully naked. He turned to look at Brandi, who was now lying with her legs wide open. She was still wearing the black thigh highs and heels, and she was playing with her pink cunt. Michael could not believe this was happening but decided to make the most of it.

 

To tease her, Michael licked the exposed skin around her pussy for a couple of seconds. Then he took the tip of his tongue and teased Brandi's pulsating clit with it. She groaned with pleasure as she held his head with both hands.

 

Please fuck me now. Please. Come up here. Michael spent a little more Michaele tasting Brandi's pussy lips until he rose up to meet Brandi's mouth with his own. His lips were covered in Brandi's pussy juices but she didn't seem to mind as her tongue slowly ran across the inside of his mouth.

 

As they kissed, Michael's cock rubbed against the inside of Brandi's leg. She reached down, took the thick cock into her hand, and put it at the entrance to her pussy. With lust in her eyes, Brandi looked up at Michael and said Fuck me hard.

 

This was all the encouragement that Michael needed. He started working his cock in slowly into Brandi's pussy. She had a tight pussy for a mother with two kids, but Michael managed to fit all of his cock into her. Once he sunk his cock as far it could go into Brandi's pussy, he was amazed at how hot and tight it was.

 

You feel great, Michael. Now fuck me before my husband and kids get home. These words aroused Michael so he began to move in and out of Brandi methodically, teasing her clit as he rubbed his pubic bone against hers. He could feel Brandi's pussy clench around his cock as his balls slapped her ass.

 

Argh, argh, argh! Oh, Michael! Oh, I want to feel your hot cum inside of me. Michael could not believe his ears. This woman was wild.

 

Michael drove his cock into her as hard and deep as he could. At the pace that they were going, he was not going to last long. Michael took Brandi's legs and propped them up on his shoulders so he could fuck her as deeply as possible. Her eyes stared directly into his as his cock bottomed out in Brandi's cunt. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of Brandi's heels. They were still on her feet.

 

Ugh! Ugh! You're so deep in me! Ugh! Oh my God! Oh, you're fucking me so good! Brandi reached around and played with Michael's balls as he fucked her. In an instant, Michael began to feel the stirrings of an orgasm approaching.

 

At the moment that Michael began to ejaculate, Brandi began to shriek. Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, I am cumming. Michael shot his first load into Brandi, and another one quickly followed. Brandi's body was shaking and she wrapped her legs and arms around Michael as she tried to catch her breath. Her stockings rubbed against Michael's back.

 

Michael, you are a fantastic fuck. We're going to have to do this more often. Now get dressed before my husband comes home. Brandi smiled as she said this. She kissed him deeply once more as Michael pulled his softening cock out of her wet pussy.

 

Without saying a word, Michael got dressed as Brandi lay on the bed. When he was ready to go, Brandi got up from the bed. As she did so, her stomach muscles rippled and Michael noticed that her nipples were still erect. For an older woman, she had a fantastic figure.

 

Brandi walked over to Michael in her heels and stockings and kissed him once again. You will be my errand boy again, won't you, Michael? she asked as she slipped her hand around to clutch his buttocks.

 

Definitely, Michael said. Brandi slipped a finger into her pussy; when she pulled it out, there was some of Michael's cum on it. She licked it off and swallowed it greedily. Mmmmm. I hope to get this directly from the source next Michaele we get together. Brandi rose on her toes to kiss him once more. Now get out of here before my husband knows that you just fucked his 52 year-old wife.

 

Michael smiled. I'll see you at the store someMichaele, he said as he let himself out of Brandi's apartment.

 

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  • bloodwolf
    Jun 20, 2010 @ 9:59 AM

    Love That Ass Brandi out of 10 i give it a 20 :)