Sexy elegant chains

Phoebe stands posed next to the bed. Her body cast in the light of the lamp. Her hair pulled back unto her head, exposing her ears. Several diamond-crusted rings line the top curve of her ears. Diamond studs pepper her lower ears. The jewelry in her ears cost more than I make in a month. Phoebe never shows their wealth like this. I guess she’s taking this opportunity to show off her piercing collection that her husband doesn’t appreciate. She decided to refill every piercing hole.

Another diamond shines from the side of her nose. Black metal curves out of each nostril and ends in two solid balls beneath her septum. A silver vertical line glints on the left side of her lower lip.

I haven’t taken my eyes off her face. I never knew she had so many facial piercings. I say, “Damn girl. You have any other piercings I don’t know about?”

“I use to have some in my eyebrows but those filled in. So did my tongue,” Phoebe says playfully sticking out her tongue. I smile knowing the filthy things that tongue can and will do.

My eyes finally look from her seductive face.

A beautiful chain necklace hangs down to the nape of her neck, connecting to a ring at the nape of her neck. Three chains flow down her cleavage from this ring. Two drop and follow the delicate curve of her breasts, reach their apex and reach back up to connect with her nipples. The third runs straight down to her navel, and connects to a final chain that is wrapped around her waist.

It’s like minimalist lingerie, and it’s so fucking sexy. The lines of the jewelry draw my eyes to every part of her body: her delicate neck, her incredibly perky tits, her thin waist.

I say, “You look so goddamn sexy. You’re like an alternative princess.”

Phoebe smiles so widely, “That’s just the look I was going for. Joey hates all the jewelry and piercings. He never lets me wear it.”

“I’d let you’d wear it all the time,” I say. My eyes looking up and down her body, then returning to her dark eyes. “I have a really hot idea, but maybe you’ve done it before.”

“Tell me,” she says, she moves forward in excitement. Her chains jingle. “I want to know what you think is hot.”

“I’d like to take you out on a fancy date, where we dressed up: me in a really nice suit, and you in an elegant and sexy dress, one that plunges to your sternum and shows off your cleavage. But instead of wearing a bra and panties, you only wear that under the dress. So you could show off your pretty necklace, and everyone can see the chains disappear under your dress, and they can have the realization that they’re connected to your nipples.”

“Oh you’re naughty,” Phoebe says, striding up to me, placing her hand on my chest. “We’d get kicked out of the restaurant so quickly.”

Looking down at her I ask, “Why is that?”

“Because I would constantly slip my dress to the side and flash you my tit with its pierced nipple and chain. You’d get hard so quickly. Then if you’d get hard, I’d have to take advantage of that,” her hand slips from my chest down, my abs and finally stops with her nails scratching the base of my shaft that is slowly fattening at her words.

I reach up, and grab the ring in the center of her chest. I gently pull it out, and it brings all the chains forward, tugging at her nipples. I ask, “How strong is this chain? Will it break if I yank on it while I eat you out?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never worn it before,” she bites her lower lip, sucking it the side without the piercing. “Let’s find out.”