Erotic fiction inspired by Rachel Adjani and Tindra Frost in “Hosiery”
Rainy days and lazy days with nothing to do but lie around in bed are always fun when Tindra is home. See, when Tindra is bored, she gets to thinking about ways to make the day more interesting, and that always means sex. I’m more your wriggle down among the pillows and open a good book kind of girl. I like to get warm and snuggly and lose myself in another world. But Tindra always manages to get my attention.
It was a Sunday and so that meant a late breakfast and some lazy internet browsing until it was obvious that the rain wasn’t going to let up and there was nothing to do but stay in and ignore it.
I went back to bed with my book and Tindra disappeared somewhere else inside the apartment. Our bedroom has these sliding doors with opaque glass in them; out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tindra moving around behind them, but I thought nothing of it until I realized that she’d been there for an awful long time.
Like the girl in those old Bond movie credits, she was dancing around in silhouette, all sexy shapes. Was she naked behind the glass? I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care, though. This was way more interesting than my book.
I watched her move slowly, arms over her head, hips bumping and grinding, body gyrating. She would turn and bend over, sticking her gorgeous little tush out, then stand up and press her voluminous titties up against the glass, swaying to get them in profile so I could marvel at how big and beautiful they were. I dropped my book and my hand went for my pussy; I started stroking myself though my panties, just teasing, not going too fast.
And that’s when she opened the doors. My goodness, if I wasn’t already playing with myself, what I saw when those doors opened would have had me reaching for my favorite sex toy. Tindra was wearing this hot pink bra and panties set, with stockings and garters I’d never seen before. She looked so damn sexy as she stood there in the doorway, arms resting on the frame.
Neither of us said a word as she came over, climbing on at the foot of the bed and crawling her way up to me. We kissed, mouths open, tongues dancing together, and Tindra invited me to undo her bra when she hung her breasts in my face.
Once I had her topless, her large, full tits brushed my face invitingly. I sucked on her nipples, taking each into my mouth and making them stiff between my lips. She pulled my T-shirt up over my titties and rubbed her nipples on mine, her eyes holding my gaze. She loves doing this, and I like it too, it makes my nipples so hard.
Tindra picked up my book and tossed it onto the floor. “Books are so boring,” she said, and made her way back down my body, kissing my belly. Her hands found my panties and she stroked my pussy through them, feeling their dampness.
As she touched me, I came alive, so eager for her to go further. I began to wriggle, shifting my hips, silently asking her to strip me naked and fuck me. Tindra hooked her fingers inside my panties and pulled them down as I lifted myself off the bed to help her.
She giggled and threw my panties aside, then fell silent as she admired my shaved, wet sex. She leaned in and dipped her tongue between my plump lips. She pulled her curled tongue up through my lips, pressing it hard against my clit, making me squirm harder.
I was so horny for her then, I bucked my pussy at her, trying to fuck her face, trying to rub my clit over her tongue or force her to push her tongue inside me. But Tindra knows how to read me, and kept me on the edge with her gentle teasing, knowing she was just making me want her more and more.
After a while she sat up and climbed over me, straddling my body and moving slowly until her pussy was right over my face. I reached up and pulled her panties aside to have her sexy pussy lips right in front of me. I sucked on them, wetting them with my saliva, my hands on her big tits, plucking her nipples as she reached back and stroked my slit.
It felt so good that I soon forgot to eat her out and just lay there with her lips right in front of my mouth, breathing hard over her hot flesh as her fingers worked on my pussy. She knew she had me then, and went down to eat me, gleeful in her attention, wrapping my legs over her shoulders so she could really get deep. Her tongue dipped into me, pushing in and out, her tongue piercing hitting the spot every time. She used it to tease my clit, spreading her tongue flat and dragging it all the way up my pussy, spreading me open, the hard metal ball slipping and sliding over my clit. It felt so fucking good, I had to sit up and grab her head, pulling her harder against me.
That’s how I came, with my hand behind her head, thrusting hard into her face as she sucked greedily on my pussy, giving my clit all the attention I silently begged for. I fell back against the pillow, a spent force.
Tindra kissed me some more and draped her tits in my face again.
“Suck my nipples again,” she whispered, her breasts like ripe fruits hanging over me. I did as she asked, listening to her murmur her delight. Her hand found its way back to my pussy and she took some of my pussy juice and smeared it over her nipples, making me lick my own cream off her soft boobs.
I could feel my pussy tingling, and knew that I could orgasm again right now, have her eat my pussy all over again and shake with pleasure beneath her tongue. Tindra slid back down, her breasts stroking over my body, nipples hard against my skin. She smiled up at me and pressed her tits against my pussy, stiff nipples brushing my clit in turn, sliding down between my wet lips to nudge at my hole.
This was new, and very exciting. Her nipples were so hard against my clit, rubbing and stroking. She used each breast in turn, coating them in my wetness, rubbing her nipples over my clit while I watched, wishing she would finger me – knowing that if she slipped a finger inside me now I would orgasm so loud the whole street would hear.
And then, right as I was about to reach down and do it myself, she got up off the bed and walked backwards out of the room, breasts glistening with pussy juice.
“I’ll be back…” she whispered as she shut the doors. Behind the opaque glass, she danced for me some more, lifting her titties up to her face. She turned to profile so I could see that she was licking my juice off her breasts, and sucking her own nipples.
Then she stepped back further and faded from view.
Oh, rainy days are never dull with Tindra around…
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