That Pesky Pencil Skirt
It was an ordinary day for me. I had just finished up my classes for the day and I was getting ready to head home. As I was getting dressed, I noticed my favorite skirt hanging on the back of my door. It was a classic pencil skirt with a beautiful floral print on it, and I hadn’t worn it in ages. I knew it was time to bring it back out, so I slipped it on and admired myself in the mirror.
The skirt fit perfectly and I knew that it would make me look amazing. I paired it with a tight black tank top and my favorite pair of black heels. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, feeling confident and sexy in my outfit.
But when I arrived at my destination, I quickly realized that the skirt was a problem. It was too tight and I couldn’t move in it. I was instantly embarrassed and I wanted to go back home and change, but I was already there and I didn’t want to attract any more attention to myself.
So I kept on going and tried to make the best of the situation. I went to the bar and ordered a drink, but it was uncomfortable to sit down due to the tight skirt. I could feel myself becoming more and more uncomfortable, but I was determined to stick it out.
Suddenly, a handsome man walked in and sat down next to me. He had a kind face and a broad smile. He leaned in and said, “That skirt looks really nice on you. Is it new?”
I smiled and blushed. I wasn’t used to being complimented and it made me feel good. I thanked him and told him that it was an old skirt. He then asked if I wanted to get a drink with him and I agreed.
We ended up talking for hours and I felt myself becoming more and more attracted to him. We decided to go back to my place and watch a movie, and that’s when things started to get interesting.
He started to kiss me and I felt my body respond to his touch. He then moved his hands up my skirt and started to caress my thighs. I gasped as I felt his hands moving higher and higher until he reached the top of my panties. I felt electricity course through my body, and I knew I wanted more.
He then pulled my panties down and started to lick my pussy. I was moaning with pleasure as his tongue explored every inch of my wetness. His tongue was so skilled and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
He then ripped off my skirt and began to kiss my inner thighs. I felt my body trembling with pleasure and I knew this was just the beginning. He then moved his head down and began to suck my clit. His mouth felt so good on my sensitive area and I was close to exploding.
He then moved his hands up and grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to him. I felt his hardness pressing against me and I knew what was coming next. He then slowly entered me, inch by inch, until he was fully inside.
I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as he thrust in and out. I was screaming out his name as he continued to pleasure me. His thrusts became harder and faster, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm.
Finally, I felt my body tense up and then I exploded into a powerful orgasm. I felt my body shaking in pleasure as I reached my peak. I felt completely satisfied as I lay there in his arms.
That pesky pencil skirt had finally done its job. I had met the man of my dreams and had an amazing night. I knew that I would never forget that night, and I would never forget that pesky pencil skirt.
