Dream Dates - Episode 4

She knocks, and the sound drops straight through my stomach. When I open the door she’s in a pale sweater that clings like a second skin, stockings disappearing beneath a plaid skirt that barely covers her ass. She smiles, sweet as milk, but her eyes already promise trouble. I barely have time to offer her a drink before she pushes me against the wall, lifts the hem of her skirt, and shows me the lace stretched tight between her cheeks. Her tongue slips past my lips, tasting of strawberry lip gloss and something sharper underneath. She pulls back just long enough to ask if I like how the little girl next door hides her garters, then drops to her knees, unbuttons me, and takes me to the back of her throat in one smooth stroke. The contrast hits hard: pink cheeks, perfect manners, and the wet sounds she makes while swallowing every inch. I tangle my fingers in her hair, but she’s already guiding my hand lower, pressing it against the soaked lace. She rocks against my palm, breathing harder, never breaking her rhythm. When she finally stands, lips shiny, she turns, bends at the waist, and slides the panties aside. One glance over her shoulder and she tells me to choose: stay polite or ruin her stockings. I choose the latter.