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 Sarah wanted a pair of silk stockings. The kind that shimmered when she walked, catching the eyes of all the men as they drooled at her shapely legs. She stepped into the dark blue, almost black, dress that she would wear them with, the dress that clung tightly to her large breasts and round ass. She slipped on navy blue heels over her bare feet, feeling the way her skin rubbed against the leather, noticing how nice it would be when there was a layer of silk in between them. As she walked to the boutique she imagined the way the stockings would feel brushing against her legs. The door chimed softly as she pushed on the glass. A saleswoman looked up from her customer and smiled politely. Sarah's senses were overwhelmed as she passed by rows of thin nighties, brushing her fingers through them, so smooth they felt wet.  She continued lingering among the luminous fabric, inhaling the sweet perfume scent of the lingerie. As she made her way to the back of the store, where she knew the stockings sat waiting."Can I help you?" a voice asked her. Sarah turned around; the voice belonged to a cute, young salesclerk. He was tall, thin, with bright blue eyes and a nice smile. Sarah nodded. "I'm looking for a pair of silk stockings," she said. "And garters?" His voice was smooth, as if custom made for the quiet boutique. "Garters," said Sarah, coyly fingering a button on her blouse, "and a pair of matching panties." She followed him to the large display of stockings and garters. As they approached the racks she reached out to touch, but his hand grabbed her, as if she was a child reaching for something breakable. Her breath began to quicken. "Let me," he whispered. He chose a pair, but instead of offering them to her, he lifted them up and drew them across her cheek. Sarah could feel her face turning red. The stockings were a midnight blue. She reached up, meaning to press them tighter to her face, to inhale the scent of their newness. Quickly he drew them away. "Uh-uh," he told her clicking his tongue. "First we must get the garters."  He selected a pair; they were so blue they were almost black. How delicate, Sarah thought, as he flicked his fingers through the lace that decorated them at every edge. Her eyes were gleaming. Without a word he produced a skimpy pair of blue panties, again surrounded by lace."Would you like to try it all on?" he asked her. Sarah nodded, she didn't want to appear over anxious but he was dangling them in front of her face like a forbidden treat. He led her into the dressing room, hesitating by the door. "Slip off your shoes," he commanded. She lifted her legs, one at a time, letting each pump fall to the ground. "Now your panties." Sarah's hands were quivering, but she obeyed. She reached up under her dress and removed the white, cotton pair she had been wearing. The wet spot was easily noticeable. Thoughts of staining the new silk pair flashed through her head and made her feel extremely naughty. She sat on the lone chair in the room and he knelt below her, taking the garter and tracing her delicate ankle with it. "Lift up your leg," he whispered. He kept the garter pressed close to her toned calf and strong thigh, when he reached the hem of her skirt she pulled it up to her waist. His face was so close to her exposed pussy that she vaguely wondered if he could smell her. His hot breath blew through her black, curly hair, sending tingly vibrations through her body. A gasp escaped from her lips. He smiled, picking up one of the stockings. Again, he rubbed it across her face. Sarah closed her eyes. She could feel the silk moving over her lips and down her neck. He lifted her foot, lightly massaging the ball. He rolled the stocking over her toes, then drew it up over her delicate ankle. It was cool and soft. He moved it up over her calf, then up over her knee, pressing his thumb into the ticklish spot underneath. He pulled it over her thigh, drawing his strong fingers across her skin.  When he reached the spot where her garter lay, his hand lingered. With both hands he brought up the stocking to meet it and gently fastened it. Sarah's breathing slowed. Her eyes were closed, each touch bringing tiny spasms of delight.He did the same with the next one; Sarah opened her eyes and watched as her legs were transformed from pale to deep blue. This time when he reached her thigh he bent in and planted a tiny kiss on her still uncovered skin. He began making a line of kisses, as soon as his lips left a spot the stocking was unrolled to cover it. He moved his way up her thigh until his mouth was inches from her throbbing mound. Sarah's legs clenched involuntarily as his mouth kissed her steaming pussy. She moaned. As his hands worked at attaching the stocking to her garter his tongue found her clit. His tongue felt soft as silk, moving in and out of her already wet cunt, and flicking at her swelling clit. She reached down to touch his hair, to pull him closer, her need rising with every stroke of his tongue. "Uh-uh," he breathed into her flesh. She brought her hands back up to her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between her fingers. He continued his delicate plunging. His hand moved from the attachment on the garter and worked its way inside her hot hole. She gasped, raising her hips to take his tongue in deeper. She wanted him, all of him. She forgot where she was, the walls of her cunt clutched at his thrusting finger as her orgasm started to build.  Quickly he pulled away and pulled down his own pants. His cock was long and hard and Sarah wanted it deep inside her. He lifted her up, planting her pussy on his throbbing prick. She moaned as his cock entered her, filling her; he drew it in, again and again, holding her close. She buried her face in his neck, holding on to his hair, clutching him tightly.They stumbled backwards and she was enveloped in silk. His hands held tight on her ass as he thrust harder and deeper up into her. She cried out as his cock found its rhythm to hit her hard clit. He drew himself in and out of her, she dug her nails into his strong shoulders and with one more stroke she began to shudder. Her climax blew over her and she was glad he was holding her. She fell on to him and with one final deep stroke he pulled out and she could feel his hot cum soaking into her new silk stocking. He held her tight for a moment then gently lowered her. He began to fix himself up and she did the same. "Would you like to wear them home?" he asked. "Yes," Sarah whispered, beaming. She pulled out her money and paid for the stockings. When she walked out of the back room the woman at the front counter gave her the same polite smile. Sarah nodded and with a faint smile on her lips she decided to go to the shoe store to see if a new pair of heels would bring her as much luck as her shimmering silk stockings.
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