My Skirt Raising Experience Part 1
Well I think it's time to say that yes, I am married, and have been for quite a few years now, and she knows about my slip fascinations, and fantasies with skirts. She has even performed a few for me, which I am going to tell you about now. It was at a hotel we bother stayed at in London one time.
It involves her just standing there in our room, and dressed up for me. This one time, she wore a white open collar blouse, and a black wavy jersey type skirt which came down past her knees. Black stiletto shoes and she either had on hold-ups or tights which looked like a skin type colour. She just stood there, whilst I watched on, getting turned on, getting rather excited at the fact that I was itching to know what she was wearing underneath her skirt.
I said to her to put your hands over your head, and to keep them there. I went to tie them together, so that she could not stop me from what I was wanting to do to her. She was quickly intrigued, and getting rather turned on herself. I stepped back away from her one last time to look upon my wife, whilst I felt in sheer anticipation. I walked back towards her, and knelt down on my knees, and with both of my hands, my fingers went slightly under the hem of her skirt, I started to slowly raise it up. Already, I began to feel her silky underskirt protruding against the back of my fingers as my hands went up her skirt. I stopped there, and started to move my hands and fingers up and down, feeling the lace of her underskirt going against my hands. It felt lovely. I looked up at my wife, but she was looking straight up at the ceiling, but loving the sensation of my hands under her skirt...
ā¦ to be continued
It involves her just standing there in our room, and dressed up for me. This one time, she wore a white open collar blouse, and a black wavy jersey type skirt which came down past her knees. Black stiletto shoes and she either had on hold-ups or tights which looked like a skin type colour. She just stood there, whilst I watched on, getting turned on, getting rather excited at the fact that I was itching to know what she was wearing underneath her skirt.
I said to her to put your hands over your head, and to keep them there. I went to tie them together, so that she could not stop me from what I was wanting to do to her. She was quickly intrigued, and getting rather turned on herself. I stepped back away from her one last time to look upon my wife, whilst I felt in sheer anticipation. I walked back towards her, and knelt down on my knees, and with both of my hands, my fingers went slightly under the hem of her skirt, I started to slowly raise it up. Already, I began to feel her silky underskirt protruding against the back of my fingers as my hands went up her skirt. I stopped there, and started to move my hands and fingers up and down, feeling the lace of her underskirt going against my hands. It felt lovely. I looked up at my wife, but she was looking straight up at the ceiling, but loving the sensation of my hands under her skirt...
ā¦ to be continued
4 years ago