Discovering Red Fishnet Girl

Rushing quickly to get to work, checking my bag, filling my thermos, packing my lunch, I felt off kilter this morning. It was the first warm day of spring in the city and could lead to some interesting views on the way in. I wondered what length the skirts would be on some of the attractive business women as they sashayed on the sidewalk. It was an annual right of passage that women would come out of their winter cocoon on this first warm day to show what men had been missing.

I was still rather groggy as I started my car, more intuition than thought put into my route to work this day. To shorten the ride, I had developed a few critical shortcuts to get me in the parking deck and office before it filled up. I rode down the road reaching for my thermos and turning down my first side street. Taking a sip of my tasty blend of fresh brewed coffee, I almost spit it all out. Little did my eyes believe what was half a block in front of me walking my way. Luckily, this side road had a speed bump so I slowed down to take care of the car and my eyes.

There she was… walking with her backpack, probably to the school around the block, and taking her time as she vaped a little. She was in a dark blue jean skirt that barely hit her mid-thigh. She had a red, tight tshirt on with a black fishnet over the top of it and a blue jean jacket. Her make-up screamed goth and so did the tight red fishnet stockings she had on under her skirt. The black combat boots completed the look and made me wonder what she was listening to with her earphones.

She must have seen me notice her, maybe from half a block away, as I slowed down to a crawl. The music I had on was easily able to be heard because I had the windows down on a perfect morning. I slowed to a crawl to go over the speed bump and she looked right in my eyes. I couldn’t help but smile… her hazel eyes with the black hair and red fishnets made me stiffen immediately. She knew from a distance that she had me and she smiled back.

Not knowing what to do, much less if I should say anything, I drove by fighting the urge that won me over. I looked one last time as I passed her and she was waiting for it… looking directly in my eyes as she vaped and opened her mouth to blow out. There was something telling me she wanted to see what I would do when I saw her mouth lift off the vape pen, shaped liked a deliberate O. I was lucky not to hit the next car in the street, pretty sure I swerved a good 3-4 feet in the moment. Then I pressed on to work, thinking often of her all day and why she had been waiting to see me look at her as I passed.

After work I went right home, slammed a beer and closed my eyes on the couch as I led myself into a frenzied state quickly seeing her over and over again with those fishnets, her boots, and those lips. The next day was raining, but I still struck out on the same shortcut, hoping to see her again of course. This time I was more awake, lustful, and encouraged that maybe this was her way to get to school. Thoughts going through my head like, “it’s raining, can I give you a lift?” “do you live around here?” and the inevitable “want to come over to my house after school?”

I knew all these thoughts were crazy and would never lead me to follow through. It was not worth the trouble I told myself and that I knew better. By the end of that day, I had resolved my libido to the lame reality that this little bit of sweetness was just a wonderful memory to have in the ol’ spankbank.

The following day was Saturday. I had an assortment of errands to run and made the most of the nice weather to be out and about. I had picked up a bunch of things at a variety of stores and was on the way home. Shit! I forgot the beer I wanted to have tonight when my friend came over. I chose to go to the local store around the corner, rather than return to the big grocery store. The store was pretty empty and I headed back to the cooler to choose my favorite beer for a warm day. As I pulled out a twelve pack and turned, there she was. She was in the chips aisle, biting her lip, and half-looking my way. She turned towards me to ask something, “hey mister….” And stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes twinkled as she realized it was me, the guy from the other day. She continued but changed her tune, “are you gonna drink those on your own?”

“Not sure yet” I said as I choked up inside that I just said that, and that it came out so naturally. My mind was reeling. I meant that I wasn’t sure if my friend would actually make it to my place tonight, but those three words alone left a lot hanging in the air.

“Want a drinking buddy?” she said as I looked into her playful hazel eyes rimmed by black eyeliner.

Here I was in the local store where the people knew me, and this local girl is inviting herself over. This felt like a trap, but her eyes said something more. I knew she meant it, but I didn’t know how to handle the whole situation. I had to think fast and not let anyone see me talking with her so openly in public. She seemed to understand my hesitation and pretended to look at the chips again. I whispered, “meet me out back in five”, she grinned, and without waiting for an answer I went to the counter to pay. The guy at the counter was watching a baseball game on a small set behind the counter. He clearly had no idea about the little conversation I had had with… damn, I want to know her name, her bra size, the contours of her lips, etc

I paid for the beer and drove around the back by the alley. Not knowing if she would come in the back or not, I was struggling not to drive off. In truth, I was making a fairly tight tent in my jeans as I thought about what the hell I was even doing.

I tried to find something “cool” to put on the radio, then turned it off. I had so many different emotions running through me that I almost cracked open a beer right in the parking lot.

There was no one else in the back parking lot when she walked out from the side of the building. I could tell by her step that she was nervous but wanted to give off an air of confidence. She walked around my car, looking over her shoulder at me and smiling, and opened up the passenger door. As she slid in, I noticed she had on her fishnets again. I immediately thought “this girl is not allowed to wear these, but changes when she leaves her house.” And that she had put them on for me before coming back here, no wonder she took so long. As she sat down, she slid across the seat already to get closer, her skirt edging higher, and she slapped me on the knee while saying, “hey!”.

All I could get out was, “hey, my name is Jason, what’s yours?”

“I’m Emily and I am so glad to see you again” she laughed as she said the last part and gave me a devilish look. “do you live near here?”

“oh you remember seeing me?” I asked, trying to play cool though knowing I was totally caught the other day and she knew it… clearly.

“mmhmm, I remember how you liked these” she said as her hand stroked from her knee to the top of her skirt feeling every square in her fishnets. Her hands looked so soft and gentle, and made me wish I was feeling them on my thigh, as much as my hands were jealous of hers to be touching those beautiful, thin thighs.

“yeh, your style says a lot, so… you wanted to join me for a drink?” I asked, realizing we had already been chatting a minute and not wanting to be seen. Either this was happening or not and I had already taken the plunge, so better to get moving.

“oh, you like my style… mmm.. I like that… yeh, I’d like to have a taste of you.. haha. With you. Are you close?”

“only a minute from here actually, right around the corner” I said quickly as I started the car. My bulge was not being very shy, and I swear I caught her looking as I shifted into gear.

I drove quickly down the street, mindful that my neighbors might be out on such a nice day. Also, I realized that she was from the area too and someone could recognize her and put two and two together. Luckily, we made it through a back alley way into my garage before anyone saw anything. I was a bit quiet on the drive and she laughed as we pulled in my garage. I said, “what?”

She smiled and said, “well I guess neither of us saw anyone we know… we were both looking to make sure no one saw us.. hmm.. I wonder why not?” she asked with a mischievous innocence that screamed sexy and shit this is not a good decision. She knew what was going on, and I was being pulled by her.

She got out of the car and grabbed the beer. I watched her fishnet legs get out of the car, staring at her beauty when she looked back, smiled and said, “come on we don’t want the beer to get warm”

We walked in my place and she let out a woo, seeing my hard wood floors and high ceilings, she clearly liked my interior design skills. She noticed that I took off my shoes at the door to the garage and put the beer down. Untying her boots, she put her hand on my arm to keep her balance. Seeing her slip out of her boots, all fishnet now, I made note of how precious her little feet were. For such a hardcore girl, she had delicate feet with black nails. She took her style to every detail and I noticed. I said, “ nice toenails” and she held my forearm and leaned her body into mine by the door. I held her for a moment and then went to pick up the beer. As I leaned down, she moved to kiss me but I missed it. She pouted her lip and I saw as I stood back up and wrapped my arm around her. Beer in one hand, her in the other. Wow, she was thin and tight with budding breasts, and I kissed her gently on the lips quickly before turning to walk in.

She followed me in as I put the beer in the fridge and pulled two out. She said, “I actually don’t drink beer… do you have something stronger?”

“I have a little margarita mix and tequila if you’d like?”

“that would be perfect, tequila is good. makes me feel warm and fuzzy” she purred and hugged me again. We kissed again, this time I sensed her passion and gave a little nibble to her bottom lip and she moaned.

I quickly made her a margarita and asked if she approved. “mmmm, this is so good and strong like I like it. Thanks.” We flowed into my living room and sat on my leather couch. We had a little chit chat about the place, the neighborhood, what music we liked. I put on some music and she sat back a bit more into the couch, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. She had pulled up her feet on the couch and obviously liked how it felt under her fishnets.

Before anything could go any further my conscience was dying to know, so I asked, “so… how old are you?”

“how old do you want me to be?”

“mm you are an interesting girl, quick with your responses, and I am really enjoying how this is going”

“so am I, and let’s not think about age as much as about how we are feeling… do you like how you are feeling?”

“yeh, and I think we can feel even better” I said as I drew closer to her again and she melted in my arms. Our lips locked and I took the drink out of her hand and put it on the table. Her leg quickly was across my lap as we played with each others tongues. Damn she was a great kisser, her tongue darted and stroked mine. I put my hand on her hip and she immediately pulled herself on top of my lap. She smelled so good, so fresh, and she put her hands around my face as she continued to kiss me deeply.

Soon she was pulling up my tshirt to feel my chest, cooing as she realized how fit I kept myself. I put my hands up and she pulled my tshirt off and kissed my chest.

Then she surprised me. She leaned back, her hips grinding down on my bulge and wiggling a bit to feel it press against her. She pulled her shirt out of her skirt and took it off as well. “only fair” she said. I didn’t complain.

She had on a red lacy bra that matched her stockings and only one word could explain my thoughts… hot! Was she looking for me today?

I rubbed her lacy bra and pulled down to expose her nipple. She bit my ear and then brought her breast to my lips. This girl knew what she wanted and was willing to give it.

I have always preferred tight little bodies, especially the type with smaller tits and very sensitive nipples. This girl was a dream for me. I wet my lips and sucked first. Pulling her nipple into my mouth and darting my tongue to stiffen it more. She pulled the back of my head and ground me deeper on her breast. I sucked and kissed, licked and bit. She was getting very hot and breathing fast. I felt her hands going down, expecting her to grab my stiff cock through my jeans. Instead she went to her skirt and popped the first button.

She had been grinding her moist hips on me as I toyed with her nipples for about five minutes. This was getting steamy and I wanted to enjoy this. I pushed up and reached behind her for my drink. She realized what I was doing when I didn’t grab her ass and laughed, “oh.. I thought you were going to spank my ass”. Then, somehow very elegantly, she reached around and took her margarita and had a healthy drink as well. That is when my friend called. I saw the number and told her I should take the call.

“Hey man, how you doing?”

“I’m good, just got home from the store, you?” I said, as she started kissing my neck, her soft wet lips teasing me and making it difficult to think straight.

“I am wrapped up in some shit my boss sent me this morning. Have to do it… first good Saturday and I can’t come over and chill. Was looking forward to pre-game and bar crawl on a nice day, taking in the views”

She was close enough to hear it all and pulled back to give me a big smile. She ran her hand down her body, down to her pulled up skirt, and then to my thigh. She found my bulge and gave it a hearty squeeze just as I was responding.

“uh… yeh, that sucks. Um, maybe you can” I looked up and she had brought her other hand to her face and was fucking her mouth with her fingers. Oh it was too much, I had to get going. I stuttered, “hang out tomorrow, I really need to bring all this stuff in from my car. Talk to you later?”

“sounds good. Don’t have too much fun without me.. haha” he said.

“will do. Peace out” I said, hardly feeling like any of this was happening, it all felt so dreamy.

When I put the phone down, she asked me to pick it back up. “why?” I asked.

“to remember our first time” she whispered. And she took my phone to take a picture of her sitting on my lap, her fishnet stockings wrapped around my hips, her skirt pulled up so close to seeing her panties, and her lacy red bra pulled down exposing her wet hard nipples. This girl was full of ideas, and I was liking every one of them. She clicked a few pics then pulled her skirt a little higher so her tight red thong could be seen in the next pic. Oh, her panties looked very wet and I wanted to touch her, but I knew she wanted to take the best set of pictures. Next, she reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. She stood up and I helped her pull down my jeans. Then she sat back down in my lap for another picture. This time, she took off her bra and pressed her wet, red panties on my boxers… she showed me the pic. My bulging boxers with stiff cock were clearly rubbing on her fishnet covered red panties. Wow, young people are good with phones I thought.

“can I?” she asked as I looked through some of the pictures, thinking about how this will be great to look at while realizing I was in the middle of living it! I looked up at her, and wasn’t sure what she meant. She saw the blank look in my eyes and grabbed my cock through my boxers… then she slid off my lap to her knees, somehow pulling my boxers down all in one smooth move.

“so… can I ?” with those same lips I first saw on a vape pen… all I could do was respond by spreading my legs as she put her head down. She engulfed my cock with her warm velvet mouth. She didn’t lick, didn’t kiss, she tried to take every inch of my 8 inches in one swift movement. She clutched my balls and started massaging as she swirled her tongue around the head as she pulled up to breathe. I was swirling in my head as much as she was doing it to the head of my cock. “oh god yes”, I muttered through clenched teeth as I knew I was in for the best blowjob I’d ever had from the youngest person who had ever done it. Dual perfections.

She pulled on my hips and I obliged by moving further to the edge of the couch. In this position, she was able to look up at me with her complicated eyes. I saw lust, innocence, power, playfulness, and joy as she made me grip the edge of my leather couch. Then she pulled up and waited till I looked her in the eyes, and purred to me “will you grab my hair and fuck my little wet mouth? I want to feel you in the back of my throat!”. Damn, this was a dream I thought, as I grabbed her hair and shoved her down. She gaped her mouth wide and took as much of me in as she could. It was hot to hold her, to have her want me in control when she had clearly been the one with all the control up to this point. I took the suggestion as a liberty and pulled out from her about to choke, her spit making a string from my cockhead to her lips. I wiped my cock all over her lips, seeing her eye liner starting to run, I rubbed my cock on her cheeks and her lips. She dove down to my balls and started sucking and licking. Then she pulled up again and did a deep dive. Testing her throat was so amazing.

“yes, take my cock, take all of my cock. You are such a dirty little slut. Let me fill your throat” as I pushed her down hard and she took me into her throat for the first time with all 8 inches lodged deep. A muffled, “mmhmm”, escaped her clogged vocal cords. Her eyes teared. I pulled out and she gasped for air. It was so hot but I felt bad. I told her how hot she looked the first time I saw her, how naughty she looked in those fishnets. I wanted to fuck her with them on. She stood up and said, “do it, rip my panties off and fuck me in my stockings”

I pulled the sides of her panties off in one quick movement and saw her tight bald pussy for the first time. She was truly perfect. Tight, wet lips with a bold clit peeking out. She climbed on the couch and stood above me feeding me her pussy. The fishnet in my way, I pulled a sizeable hole so I had full access to her honeypot. My tongue lashed at her clit as she pulled my head tight against her. She massaged her ass as I tasted her more. She was moaning so loud as my finger found her little puckered asshole and made wet circles around it. “yes, finger my ass… lick my tight little pussy… you are so good.. ahhhh”.

I did as she said, only wanting to pleasure her like she did to me. My tongue went deep in her pussy then up to her clit like an ice cream cone. Then I slapped her clit with my tongue and started making quick repetitive motions. She was getting very close, her breathing short, her legs trembling. Finally she sank into my mouth as I pressed deeper in her ass with my finger and her body shook. All I could think of was the song, “wild thing”. She lost all control and started squirting all over my face. It was amazing. I had only made one other girl squirt before and never like this. Even she was surprised, screaming, “yes, oh my god, I can’t believe, Im squirting all over you… oh .. yes.. this is the best…o o o orgasm ever” and then she stopped, quivering into a pool of electric shocks. She slid her body down mine. When she sat on my lap, we kissed. The mixing of so many juices on our lips tasted amazing. We were more licking each other’s lips, than kissing. As we kissed a bit more, she realized that she was sitting on my cock and that it was still unsatisfied. She slowly began to rub her pussy lips up and down my length. In her fishnets the view was incredible, and reading my mind, she reached for my phone again. She snapped a few quick pics.

I picked her up with her legs wrapped around me. Her little frame made light work of it as I took her to my bedroom. “yes, take me in your bed… I need to feel you deep inside me.” She whispered in my ear as I carried her. I brought her sweetly to my bed and laid her down. I asked, “are you on birth control?” “yeh” “is it ok?” “yeh, I want you to fill me with your cum”

Wow, she was only making this better. As I got on the bed, she popped up on her knees and turned around. “take me from behind first, fuck my tight pussy like I am your little whore, but… I want to look at you when you cum… ok?” I grabbed her hips, putting the head of my cock on the lips of her pussy, waiting for her to look over her shoulder. She was waiting to be impaled, then realized I was waiting and she looked back at me. “yeh, I want to look in your eyes too as I fill you” then I penetrated her all the way from behind with no mercy. She muffled her scream by biting the pillow I had just slammed her into. Then she quickly rose up pushing her hips back on my cock, feeding every inch deep inside her. My balls slapped her and I saw her hand working her clit while I plowed faster. She was moaning instantly and so was I. I wet my finger and put one inside her tight puckered asshole. She was going wild. “oh yes, oh yes, I am gonna orgasm again… yes, you feel so thick inside my tight pussy…” I responded in kind, knowing she liked dirty words, “yeh, take all of me, you are my dirty little girl aren’t you?” “yes, I’m your little girl” “you want my cum to fill you up, don’t you, you are a little cumslut” “yes, I am your cumslut, take me, make me yours”

She reached past her clit that she was playing with and grabbed my balls, “you like that? You like when I squeeze your balls? Are you full of cum for me?”

Where did this dream girl come from? She knew every fantasy I had ever had and was gifting me the opportunity to live it out.

“yeh, I am getting close, I’m gonna fill your tight little pussy with all of my cum… but I want you on top”

She moaned loud when I said that. She clearly loved control and the thought of bouncing on top of me to make me cum was what she wanted too. I pulled back and out and laid down. Feverishly, she mounted me. She pumped up and down, then started to almost twerk on the top of my cock head. I had never felt anything so thrilling. Then, she sunk down deep and held still. She looked at me with hot, crazy eyes. She was in heat and so was I. Her eye liner had been running since the deepthroat. “Emily, I want to cum deep inside you… I need you…”

“then grab me by the throat, and cum deep inside my tight little pussy.. you know you love my dirty teen pussy, give me everything you got” , she hissed.

I took her small neck in my right hand and squeezed. She started pumping me harder into her pussy. “yes, oh yes, do it, cum in me” she moaned.

It felt like hours that we fucked like this, feeling the banshee riding me, sucking the cum from my engorged cock. She started tightening her pussy in ripples on my cock. Things I didn’t know were possible, especially from a young girl. Her pussy rippled and tightened. I could barely stutter, “I’m cumming…. Oh… I’m cumming” as I erupted in her as she sank all the way down, wanting to take every drop deep inside her body. I came for days, feeling my whole body orgasm, my cum flowing in multiple shots from somewhere deep inside me. My body knew what was going through my mind, that this was by far the most insane and amazing sex in my life.

I let go of her throat as she slowly stroked her pussy up and down a few more times, milking me for every bit of cum I had left. She laid her head on my chest, bit my nipple, then kissed it. She kept her pussy tight around my cock as I softened. “don’t pull out yet” she whispered as we both fell fast asleep.

I had dreams about the whole situation during my whole nap. In a lucid dream, I could feel her smooth body next to mine. Her fingertips on my chest as she drew circles. I felt her fishnet stockings rub across my leg. That was when I smelled the intoxicating smell of her, still in my dreams, the smell of her sex, our sex and the taste of sweet salt on my lips. And she knew by my breathing that I was waking and kissed me softly on the neck. I woke, knowing life was now a dream… (to be continued)

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