"You’re doing fine. I was pushing you too hard. This time, I’ll coax you along more slowly. I promise. As long as you pay attention, you’ll outl...st both my tale and my own desire." I love you, Jacob." She mouthed, her lungs filling suddenly with breath as he lay his hand upon her mound, his fingers stroking her soft golden down once more."I love you too, my beautiful womb-mate. Now, shall we continue?" He waited for her nod of consent before picking up the story once more."Unaware that she was. I blinked at the harsh light and let him lead me into a very elite building. We walked to the elevator and stepped in. I moved to him and held him to me. I felt very exposed. He looked at me and smiled and kissed me lightly. When the elevator opened he stepped out into a modern looking living room. I looked around and wondered where the hell I was. ‘Welcome to my home,’ he said. I smiled and let go of him and walked to the couch. I turned to find him a couple steps behind me, his eyes half. This is a story and fantasy that i have written that i wish had happened with her after i took her stockings from her washing line.Arlene was my next door neighbour in our close and was 23 years old (8 years older than me) and her and her husband had not long moved in next door to us. She was tall with long curly ginger hair and not slim but not fat and had a lovely figure with lovely legs and she often wore tights (pantyhose) and stockings (as a lot of females did in the mid 1980's). She was. Then I put my hand on her leggings and she grew even hornier. Then I put my hand inside her leggings.I felt the soft silky panty. I slid my hand inside it and finally, I was there. Her lovely shaved pussy was the slave of my hands. I rubbed her pussy in rounds and then slowly moved my finger inside it. Then she screamed and I held her mouth so that the theatre staff doesn’t come inside.After the interval. I straight away put my hand inside her top and another hand inside her panty. She started.