I had come home early after one long hot and unproductive day. I needed a shower and a tall drink.
The shower felt wonderful, the hot water washing away the day. I dried off and was making my way to the kitchen for the drink. As I walked by the bedroom, I saw Genia's ironing board set up next to her bed. Her iron was sitting there, on it's heel, plugged in, but off.
Laying on the board was one of her silk full slips. I put my hand out and touched the garment. It was cool to the touch. Smooth...almost without texture....like a liquid. I lifted it from the board by it's straps, looking at it. Exquisite. Expensive. So very feminine. I began to feel myself getting an erection, just looking at it. Why does this simple piece of lingerie make me spring to life so easily? And why do I have this compulsion?
I lay the long slip down on the board, still marveling at its beauty. I brought to mind the visions I had of Genia wearing this very slip. The way it moved on her body. How her heavy breasts filled the silk. Especially when she wore no bra,....just for him. She knew he loved to see her breasts clad only in silk, loved to caress them. feel her hard nipples through it.
I reached for the iron, and turned it on. Setting it to 'silk". Dry. No steam. As I picked up the iron, I also picked up some of the hem of the slip and wrapped my engorged cock in it. God, it felt so good...so erotic. I put the iron down on the slip, and began to move it over it....back and forth, watching the heavy iron move over the delicate material. I began to masturbate, slowly, watching the iron as I moved it over Genia's slip...
I began to smell the material warm under the iron. I could smell her perfume as well, the heady aroma rising with the heat to my nostrils.
My cock became harder as I smelled the warm material, and watched the beautiful material smooth out to near perfection.
This was so erotic to me, I began to feel myself on the rise of a climax. I looked up from my hand on her iron and saw, standing in the doorway of the bedroom, Genia.
She was standing there, purse in hand staring at my right hand holding my cock in her slip, and my left hand moving the iron over her silk slip.
"What....what are you doingj?', she asked, putting her purse down on the bed, and walking up the ironing board.
"Is this your fetish? Is this what you have been trying to tell me about?".
"Yes", I said. "yes it is."
Genia reached out and took my silk-encased cock in her hand. She squeezed it, and moved the deliciously soft silk up and down my hard shaft. "You'd like to come in it?" she asked.
"Yes,' I said.
"Mmmmmm, okay......let me make you cum?"
"Yes...yes...", I breathed....
"You just keep ironing my slip, baby....and you let me bring you off"...
She moved her hand on me, slowly....up and down the erect shaft, around the head.... I kept moving the iron over her slip, smoothing out the material...
"Fuck, ohfuck,...I'm close", I said. "Genia.....Genia"...
"Yes, baby....yes", she crooned watching my pre-cum stain a small spot on the silk now....
"Genia....Genia....", I stammered. Now I began to turn the iron up....slowly......higher and higher...
"What're you doing?", Genia said, startled..."Don't turn up the iron!"
I kept moving the dial, up until it stopped at the highest setting..
"You'll burn it!", she said, letting go of me, staring at my face. My expression must have been rapturous.....
Genia reached out for the iron, placing her hand on mine, and began to pull the heating iron from the delicate fabric.
I pushed the iron back down into the slip, once again masturbating into the silk dress of the slip..
"Genia, I have to....it's so beautiful"....I said, moving my hand on myself....watching the scene before me.
"Stop!, you're going to ruin it! Please, don't!" Genia nearly wept, as the iron became too hot for the lovely silk.. A wisp of smoke rose from beneath the soleplate.. I moved the iron forward.....a dark brown burn mark had formed where the iron sat....more smoke rose from the discolored slip... I came... hard, pulsing cum into the warm silk in which I held myself... watching my fantasy come to realization before my eyes, listening to Genia's now soft, gentle pleadings not to burn her lingerie....
Spent, I picked up the iron, revealing the dark, burned path beneath it, and set it on it's heel, and turned it off. I closed my eyes, reveling in the experience, my fetish sated for the moment.
As I opened my eyes, I watched Genia standing there, holding the slip, and looking at the long burn mark. ....... She was......
Smiling?!
"Didn't you think it was rather convenient that my iron was set up, and one of my prettiest silks was laying out on the board?"she asked.
I was stunned. She leaned over the board and kissed me, deeply. "I'm full of surprises, baby...", she said, walking out of the bedroom....."Don't go anywhere....Now it's MY turn"....
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