fire light

Your eyes open to a sight from a dream; the firelight illuminates Christines face, dancing from the hearth of the fireplace and lending her olive skin rich hues of bronze, and her hair a gleam of copper and gold.

Her lips follow her fingers down your neck to your chest as your hands stroke down Christine's back. Her delicate touch strokes down to your navel, which for some reason sends a shiver through you. When she reaches the top of your black spandex pants, she toys for a moment with the easily-opened fly, and she looks up at you, seemingly asking for permission; or maybe just to enhance the tease.

You remember for a moment about how she complained of her previous boyfriend being so pushy and uncaring. > you think to yourself, and decide that you will only consider her pleasure for this encounter.

You bring your hand up under her chin and kiss her again, laying her backwards as you do. For a moment she seems a little off-guard, but as you kiss your way down her neck and your hands glide down her soft curves she begins to relax again. Her full-body stocking is a new sensation for you, lending her body an exciting feel. A barely audible moan escapes her lips, sweet poetry to your ears.

It occurs to you that you have no idea what would be the best way to remove the stocking, which looks great but may be an impediment to going any further. Of course, you could just rip the thing, but you don't know whether that would excite her or frighten her.