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"Sucker for fishnets" my profile said, so of course you turn up in a short black skirt, fishnets and a tight fitting jacket but no blouse, and the entire meal I'm staring, wondering if they are stockings or tights, concious half the other guys there are staring too.

The meal goes well, laughing, flirting, plenty of drinks and you ask me if I'm going to walk you home, so of course I do. You ask me if I want to come in for another drink, so of course I do. You ask me to take your jacket, so of course I do and as I turn back from hanging it I realise you've been wearing that body stocking all evening.

I waste no time leaning in, taking each breast in turn, sucking the nipples to hardness. My hands explore, running over the fishnet, under the skirt, only to find it crotchless, to find you wet.

I kiss down your body in worship, until I'm on my knees, hooking a leg over my shoulder so I can taste you properly, licking, probing, sucking as I listen to your soft sighs.

I unbutton my fly, and start working up again, until this time I'm pinning you to the wall, your legs wrapping around me as I slide myself in, the feeling of you tightening around me just making me harder still, and then I'm fucking you, pounding into you against the wall, your nails in my shoulders as you grip, telling you what a tease your are, how everyone was looking, but I'm the one that l gets to take you.