Finally my computer has recovered from it’s coffee hangover and better late than never I present a picture of my glow in the black lighting fishnets. E says she can always count on my outfits to be “on theme” but I must admit that night I really got it right! It was so fun to wear my swim dress out and the fishnets were the perfect accessory! I felt like the belle of the ball that night for sure!

Sometimes I feel weird about wearing fishnets. I guess it is kind of old fashioned of me, but they seem a bit on the slutty side. E said anytime is a good time for fishnets but she’s biased, LOL! Then I saw a young teen girl wearing hot pink fishnets and I started thinking…well, what was edgy when I was a kid is just plain mainstream now.

I got to be on the other side of the coin and fondle someone else’s fishnets at a party last week. It was awesome!! Now I have decided they are going to become a regular part of my evening wear repertoire for good. There are a few pairs now stuffed into my underwear drawer with my sex toy collection because it took me a while to find these and I kept buying back up pairs. As you can see they make my legs look pretty darn nice, so I’ve given up any kind of false sense of propriety for style!

Now of course my visions and fantasies are starting to go wild…Can’t you just see a great big Chick Orgy full of nothing but women of all shapes and sizes wearing all different colored fish net stockings?! At the very least it would make for an exquisite photograph.

If I were a big burly guy, I probably would have been arrested long ago for stalking women.  Being female, five foot tall, and rather pixie looking,  though, I guess no one perceives me as a threat.  That allows me to show up repeatedly at, oh say, Valvoline, to check out the mechanics…or to follow belly dancers from gig to gig…or even, say, to try to e-mail strippers.  They all just think I’m gosh-darn cute!  And I suppose since my fascinations stay in the healthy range,  I am harmlessly cute in my eccentricities!

So my latest thing is checking out nail shops for the perfect Asian esthetician to do my spring pedicure.  I’m a foot fetishist, as many of you know, so pedicures are definitely an erotic experience for me.  While living in New York City, I became enamoured of the Asian nail experience, which was an easy fantasy to indulge in, as Asian nail parlors in NY are plentiful and cheap.  It’s harder to find a cute Asian esthetician where I live now, so I knew my fantasy was going to require more prep work this year.

I went into two beauty parlors near where I work last week, but only succeeded in finding a big busted Dolly Parton type (I’m saving her for the next time I need my eye brows plucked…that way the boobs will be closer to my face!)  I did find an Asian owned parlor closer to my house, though, and I have waltzed in several times feigning interest in a walk-in appointment when they were clearly, already busy.  This tactic has garnered me business cards from two very cute Asian ladies. 

The plan now is to wait for the weather to warm up just a bit more so that I can wear  my animal print sun dress (no underwear) and wooden Candies.   I’ll arrive early for my appointment and skim through a few issues of Cosmo (only to look at the scantily clad models).  Then when she’s ready for me, I’ll climb upon the high pedicure chair, placing my happy feet at working level.  I’ll have to pull my dress up above my knees so that she can exfoliate my calves.  She probably won’t notice that I’m not wearing underwear, but I’ll know, of course (he!he!)

I’ll then rest my back against the chair massagers, and watch the top of her head as she works on my feet.  I’ll imagine, of course, that after a while she grows tired of rubbing my feet and wants to lick my pussy.  “How convenient that I wore no underwear!” I would say to her.  Of course, while she’s licking my pussy, someone else would have to finish my feet.  That’s like the ultimate threesome fantasy for me…one chick licking my pussy and the other rubbing my feet.  The one on my feet gets so excited that she starts licking my toes, running her tongue in between the toes.  Ahhhh…bliss!

Oh hurry springtime, so that I can make my appointment!  I promise I’ll post pictures of my newly adorned toes.

Sorry that we’ve been making everyone wait for explicit details of our sushi party on Sunday evening.  Truth is we’ve been up late the past couple of nights hanging out (husband is still out of town), so I’ve been tired during the day time.

Silver arrived at my house after work on Sunday, though, and quickly changed into a black lace body stocking.  “That piece is new, ” I drooled.  I’m always amazed at how quickly she can transform from a latte stained barista into a love goddess.  Probably helps that she carries a huge backpack full of accessories and gear.  (I’m going to steal the backpack one of these days and post a detailed list of its contents.)

I had my bedroom all ready with candles.  The sushi platter was laid out on the bed.  I had changed into my new gray lingerie, and was fully prepared to feed my girl with chopsticks!

She liked the sushi rolls.  I had a tuna roll, an Alaska roll, and a spicy vegetable roll…all of which seemed a good introduction into the sexy world of raw fish.  (I’m holding off presenting her with octupus until after I expose the contents of her backpack!)

We kissed as we ate.  I had porn from the 70’s going on my computer…Harlee McBride in Young Lady Chatterly, a film which makes heavy use of the eroticism of food.  After we polished off the rolls, we advanced to the main course…each other!  It had been a while since we had had sex, and even longer since I had fisted her, so of course things got hot and rough pretty quick.  I moved to sit on her face a few times, as I absolutely love being eaten by a skilled tongue.

“How do I taste?”  I asked.

She mumbled something, but I wasn’t listening.  She hates the usual analogies of  “chicken” or “fish”, so I’m sure the response was more clever and probably vegetarian friendly.  After we flipped over, she continued licking me while running her fingers inside of me.  I grabbed at her hair and rubbed my pussy all over her face.

“You have great hair for sex,” I moaned.  It’s true…her hair is thick, curly, and longer in the front.  Makes for an excellent grip!

We finished up about the same time as Harlee McBride.  I had left the movie running because the soundtrack was actually quite nice (mostly based on Debussy).  I cleaned up the sushi, while she repacked the sex toys and the body stocking into the backpack.  I distinctly caught sight of an entire box of Sharpie markers in the backpack…god only knows what she’s planning on using those for!

With that, she rushed back out into the night, leaving me full and flushed.

It fascinates me to think that Silver and I move back and forth between platonic mommy mode and raging MILF mode with such ease.  That’s why I got the idea for this piece…some of my days strike me as just beautifully ironic.  This was Friday, February 13.

7:00 A.M.  Wake up groggy after my 5 year old and I almost had to pull an all-nighter to finish those damn school Valentines.

7:15…Call in sick from work.  I probably won’t be able to do that again for awhile…at least until I find another corporate sponsor for my blogging habit.

7:45…Send the husband to drop off the kid at school.  He comes back home for a quickie before heading to work, leaving me to practice cello until Silver arrives.

9:30…Silver shows up in her camouflage.  “Damn, the firing range was packed this morning, ” she says.  She’s learning to shoot.  “Well baby, I hope you killed that paper man!”  She laughs.  I’m quickly turned on, and we head upstairs for sex on my Sleep Number bed.  I’d promised her a good fisting before we headed out to a soiree that night.

10:30…Quite satiated, I then proceed to take some pictures which now have me in hot water with her husband.  I may have to smooth this over by offering him a massage or something.

11:30…We both decide to head downtown to the erotic lingerie shop, in the hopes of picking up something sexy to model for our husbands on Valentine’s Day.  We decide we need more time and more help if we’re truly going to find corsets.  So we just grab some Man Silk boxers for my darling hubbie and a fishnet body stocking for Silver.  We pocketed a few disposable thongs from the dressing room, though, just cause I liked the idea of carrying something like that around in my purse.

1:00…I drop Silver off at her van, and then dash to my daughter’s elementary school, where I’m supposed to be doing a couple hours of Homeroom Mom time.  I stopped in the office on my way in, hoping to catch another glimpse of the sexy principal, but alas, she was working.

3:00…I return home, exhausted, with my daughter.  Kindergarten sucks, ya’ll!  I give her a popsicle, and dart upstairs to masturbate.  She takes 3 minutes and 42 seconds to consume a popsicle…that’s normally plenty of time for me to give myself some stress relief with the Homedics shiatsu massager.  I decide to nap until 6:00, as I have a big night ahead of me.

6:00…Pick the hubbie up from work.  I cook my family a fabulous meal of left-over tofurkey, mashed potatoes, and veggies.  I give my husband his Man Silk boxers a little early, so that I can see him try them on.  He cracks open a beer and prepares to babysit while I go to a sex party with Silver.

9:30…I’m dressed up in tight black pants and a sexy top.  Silver calls to say she’s on her way to pick me up.  “How was the tofurkey?” she asks.  “My homemade marinara sauce came out REALLY good!”  Damn it…she’s turning out to be a better cook than me…I can’t stand it.

10:15…We arrive at our party downtown.  The host is a good friend of ours who has a sex toy business and who has made a name for herself as a purveyor of positive sexual entertainment.  The party is part cabaret show, part dance party.  We grab some drinks, and proceed to watch some of the acts.  In between the dancing penises and the whipping of the slave boy, I had to help Silver adjust her corset.

Midnight…It was time for a potty break, so Silver asked me to accompany her.  She was having wardrobe malfunctions with the corset, and was afraid she wouldn’t be able to pee unaided.  It took us a while to get the garters and red fishnets back in place, too, but we only managed to tie up the ladies room for 15 minutes.

1:30…My interest is waning in the cabaret.  I was starting to get tired.  Fortunately the final act came on and gave me my second wind.  It consisted of a woman covered in honey, and we were all invited to eat apples that we dipped and swirled on her honey-covered skin.  Yea, you better believe that was fucking hot!

1:30-3:00…The honey covered woman so got me in the mood to dance amongst a sea of scantily-clad sexy women.  At one point I had Silver behind me feeling me up, and two gorgeous women in corsets in front of me making out.  We were all close enough to rub up against one another.  “Oh, I love my life!” I thought.

3:00…Back home, and I’m preparing to go to bed.  My husband was asleep and all warm in the bed.  “There’s only 7 hours till ballet class, ” I mused.  “I hope we can make it on time!” 

Next morning, 10:30 A.M….My daughter and I made it to her class on-time.  I dropped her off, ran to the coffee shop, and upon returning to the ballet studio parking lot, I found myself surrounded by a flock of wild turkeys.  The battle that ensued will be relayed at a later date.

Sorry to keep everyone hanging about how our date went with the sexy mechanic.  We were late getting to Valvoline thanks to Silver…she had to clean out the van, which frankly was no small task.

“Why did you call my van a man?”  she yelled over the sound of the super-sucker car vac located next to 7-Eleven.  We had stopped to get some drinks, only to realize that every cup holder contained empty Starbucks cups.  “What are you saving these for?” I had asked, grabbing an armload of cups for disposal.  “It’s part of my survival training, ” she had answered, which really meant “Just shut up and clean!”

“Why did you call my van a man?”  she repeated, now turning off the vacuum.  She was referring to a comment that I had made on the blog.  She apparently considered her van to be female.  “I don’t know,” I replied, making my third trip to the trash can, “I guess I was just thinking of it as a bachelor pad.”  The van was a sensitive topic, so I decided to play it safe and switch gears.

“Should we buy the sexy mechanic some beef jerky while we’re here?”

“E, that stuff is disgusting!  Do you really want to kiss someone who’s just consumed nitrates in that quantity?”

“No, you’re right!”  I had a flashback to the day I took my vegetarian husband to Nathan’s on Coney Island for his first (and last) chili dog.  “Let’s just hit the road…she’s probably waiting on us in Bay 2!”

So we get to Valvoline, and she was, in fact, waiting.  Her dark hair was slicked back in the ponytail again, and her lips shone with just a hint of lip gloss.  She had left her coveralls on, which made Silver and I both sigh at the same time.   “This is going to be good!”  we said in unison.

“You two are late,” she said climbing into the van.  “We had better hurry…I have to do another lube job in 45 minutes!”

Silver floored the van and we sped off to “our spot” on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  Fortunately, there wasn’t many tourists out on the Parkway this time of year, so we felt fairly certain that we could fuck for half an hour without discovery.  We climbed into the back of the van and started shedding our clothes.

Silver and I insisted that she leave her coveralls on until we were both naked.  We kissed in front of her until she grabbed at our breasts, and then we both shifted our attention to unzipping the uniform.  She was wearing no bra or underwear underneath.  We undid the coveralls just far enough so that I could play with her bulging breasts and Silver could get access to her wet pussy.

“Shall we have lunch?” Silver teased.  She then dove her tongue into the mechanic’s pussy, eating quite ravenously as time was of the essence now.  I bit and teased at her nipples, running my hands further inside the uniform.  The mechanic came rather quickly, leaving the crotch of her coveralls damp with cum.  We zipped her back up, threw on our own clothes, and sped back to Valvoline.  She waved at us from Bay 2 as we drove off, leaving her to lube a Hummer.

We ended at Starbucks for our post-coital hand washing and lattes.  “See, this is how I end up with so many cups!”  Silver said, pitching the Big Gulp cups into the back seat.

Silver told me yesterday about a dream that she had (I’ll let her elaborate), which reminded me of one of my latest dreams involving  various beauties.  Silver was fighting over me with a pack of sci-fi chicks…apparently my reputation for fisting had reached inter-galactic dimensions!  Being adept at martial arts, though, Silver was able to beat them all.  Funny thing was as she kicked each one, they turned into action figure size, making them far less threatening.  I woke up quite full of myself and wondering if it wasn’t a cosmic sign for me to go action figure shopping.  I found some lovely Troi action figures…probably would make a good birthday present for myself!

Maybell:  Darling, is that zucchini squash that you’re about to sit on out of your summer garden?

Cricket:  Heavens no, Maybell!  I got it from Mr. Jenkins, who lives down the road a piece!  I’m normally more of a carrot gal, you know, but I figured I needed to branch out and try new things.  I just can’t get the zucchini to grow this big in my garden.

(A gurling, squishy noise emerges from underneath Cricket’s day dress, as she fucks herself with the prize-winning squash.)

Lolinda:  Ah, Cricket, I know just what you mean.  I started off with carrots before I had my five kids, then my suggie bowl got all roomy you know…childbirth has a way of doing that to ya!  (muffled giggles)  I moved up to cucumbers next, but those only satisfied me for a while.  A squash is definitely the way to go…I applaud your courage, my dear, in bypassing the cucumbers!  Girls, let’s all give her a round of applause!

(Well-mannered applause on gloved hands)

Mary Jane:  Why, I’ll have to get myself over to Mr. Jenkins’ farm and buy me one of those prize-winning squash!

Cricket:  Oh, I didn’t buy this one…I’m just borrowing it.  He needs it back for the County Fair next week.  I told him I just wanted to compare it to the size of those in my own garden.  Size matters, my dear sisters!

(The squash disappeared under her day dress again, amid scandalous gasps, sighs, and “How could shes?”)

Maybell:  But Cricket, love, if he takes a squash that we’ve…well…”used”…then it won’t count as “freshpicked”.   If the judges suspect anything, poor Mr. Jenkin’s will be disqualified!  I don’t know that the county could handle the scandal!  I mean, old man Jenkins has NEVER been disqualified in a vegetable contest.

Cricket:  Lordy Maybell…I didn’t even think of that!  Well, girls, you’re all just going to have to help me make sure we get all the puddy off this here squash before I take it back to him!

(supportive applause and nods of agreement from every chair in the garden tent)

Lollie’s moans and squirms turned me on so much I could barely contain myself. When I unleashed my tongue on her clit, I sighed with the relief of the desire I waited so long to be fulfilled. As E rubbed and gave her ass a good work over, Lollie lowered her head onto my pussy. My viewpoint was amazing, I could see both women’s dripping pussies and that in itself was enough to send me over the edge. At first I was self conscious about being the first one to come so soon, but as my body tensed I felt Lollie respond. In the throes of my orgasm I shoved three fingers into her and found her G-spot. Squealing with delight, Lollie came all over my face. E fingered her own clit with the hand that wasn’t engrossed in Lollie’s tight ass. I looked on in delight as she came too.

I knew it was just the beginning of what was destined to be a long night of ecstasy.

 

I could feel the heat of her breath on my fleshy folds.  E suddenly was behind me lube in one hand and a dildo in the other.  Silver was working her tongue everywhere but on my pussy, teasing me.  I felt E let the lube dibble down my ass when it hit my tight hole her fingers began rubbing the outside of my anal region.  As if they planned it, a 1,2, 3 and Silvers tongue made contact at just the same time as 2 of E’s fingers slid deep inside of me.  I gasped with pleasure.

I was wiggling with anticipation as E drove to the airport. “Just calm down, girl, we’ll be there soon enough,” E teased.

I giggled and looked over at her, rubbing her thigh provocatively. “You can’t tell me you’re not excited.”

“Yes, of course I am. Lollie is long overdue for a tongue lashing and you and I are just the women to give it to her.”

She came off the plane with a sweet smile on her face, mixed with a bit of nervousness. We hugged and kissed her before we quickly ushered her to the car. “Mind if we sit in back?” I asked as E unlocked the doors.

“I guess, but don’t get too wild without me.” Lollie and I slipped into the back seat. I laced my fingers through hers and began kissing her softly on the lips. We stopped for a couple beers before wandering back to E’s place.

E and I chased Lollie upstairs to the bedroom and stripped her clothes off piece by piece before she knew what hit her. I stood in front of her kissing and nibbling at her gorgeous nipples and E stood behind, kissing her neck and massaging her ass. Lollie moaned with delight but she still seemed stiff and nervous.

Grabbing E’s hand I pulled her to the side and whispered, “Lollie really needs to loosen up, why don’t we fool around and make her watch?”

“That’ll get her lubed up,” E agreed, kissing me passionately. We led Lollie to the bed and had her lie down. Both of us kissed her and then turned our attentions on one another. E buried her head in my breasts and I felt her wet pussy against my thigh. Lollie was engrossed, watching intently as her fingers moved down to her own clit.

E’s body thrashed as I licked her clit until Lollie could no longer contain herself. She began kissing E’s breasts, still fingering herself. I reached across and caressed her ass. Suddenly I jumped up and pushed Lollie down onto the floor. She gasped with surprise and delight as I positioned myself under her pussy.