“Didn’t I tell you not to move?”
Lane cringed hearing Marc’s words, his breath stirring her hair as he whispered softly against the shell of her ear.
She’d been caught.
He had left her standing in the living room, blindfolded and waiting for a surprise. He’d been gone for so long she’d started to get restless, peeking under the edge of the soft silk wrapped loosely around her face. Trying to catch a glimpse of whatever Marc had planned, hoping a clue would be sitting right out in the open for her to sneak a glance at.
The feeling of Marc’s body pressed against hers sent a shiver running down her spine. The skin of her chest and shoulders blazed with a fiery blush at both his proximity and for being caught trying to peek. He brushed a hand over one bare shoulder, a light caress towards her elbow. Catching her hand in his own, she smiled as he guided her to him, pressing her palm onto his already erect cock.
Lane gasped, still blindfolded but using her sense of touch to explore the unexpected textile treat in her hand. Fingertips scraping gently over lace and satin stretched tight with Marc’s increasingly hard member. She wondered, as her fingers roamed, dipping low to cup his balls so lovingly encased in the slippery fabric, when he had bought the panties? What color were they? Was he wearing a pair of hers?
Lane had mentioned weeks ago that she wanted to see him in a pair of women’s underwear. A random and relatively new kink, one of many. She didn’t think Marc would actually do it, but sharing fantasies had kept them close. A tool to preserve their intimacy when she was often traveling for work.
Unable to overcome the suspense, and eager to see him, Lane tore the blindfold off in one swift motion, spinning around to gaze eagerly at this wonderful unexpected surprise. The panties were canary yellow satin with a black lace overlay. The back would have a keyhole cutout, perfectly showcasing the swell of his pert ass cheeks. She knew because they were indeed a pair of her own.
“You would go for the expensive panties,” she quipped, eyes glued to his crotch and the growing wet spot from his precum as it soaked the satin and delicate lace.
His deep chuckle in response warmed her almost as deeply as his consideration and willingness to help her explore a kink she had not been sure he would share. They had discussed only the barest details of this scenario and she knew things were now in her hands. Tearing her eyes away from him, she affected a serious expression, injecting a thread of command in her tone.
“Kneel before me, Marc,” she ordered, pleasure lighting through her like a jolt of electricity as he obeyed her without hesitation. His cock bobbed eagerly as he moved into an unpracticed position she knew well. The switch was intoxicating and Lane could feel her pussy growing wet, her folds swollen in anticipation.
Retrieving a chair from the small writing desk in the corner, Lane placed it directly in front of Marc and hiked up her skirt, positioning herself level with his grinning face and reaching down to grasp him firmly in hand.
“You’ve been rather selfish Marc,” she squeezed gently, relishing his pleasured moan. “You know these are my most expensive panties and you’re stretching them with your cock.” she punctuated her words with squeezes and quick strokes, delighting in the feeling of him through the dainty fabric. “And now you’re going to stain them with your cum, aren’t you Marc?”
“Yes…” he groaned, breath hissing out between clenched teeth as she continued to stroke him.
“Very, very selfish Marc,” Lane repeated, releasing him just as he began shivering with the beginnings of orgasm. The two had experimented with edging before and she knew he could handle that fine line between suspense and satisfaction.
Lane leaned back, legs spread wide, hooking two fingers in the soaked crotch of her own panties. The royal blue satin and lace were from the same line as the ones Marc wore now and were slippery with her arousal. As she bared herself to him, spreading her labia to pet and tease herself, she leveled a hard glare at Marc, doing her best to play the part of the disappointed mistress.
“Why don’t you show me that you know how to think of someone other than yourself, Marc.” She said, taking her hand from her pussy and running it through his hair, grasping the short strands in her sticky fist. She guided his face to her, letting her head fall back with a sigh of pleasure as his mouth began to work her pussy.
Marc nuzzled her fine pubic hair, sucked one set of labia into his mouth, then the other, letting them slip from his mouth with an audible pop of noise before taking her clit between his lips and sucking on it gently. He dipped low to tongue her opening, lapping at her softly, then more aggressively as her hips moved of their own accord, seeking out more pressure and pleasure from his mouth.
As Lane’s orgasm built, she found herself grinning up at the ceiling. If this became a habit, she would have to buy more underwear. She didn’t have enough for Marc too.
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***Lane and Lace, by Alex Slaine, was originally published by Bust Magazine for the Feb/Mar 2018 issue***
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