Shiela and I had been dating for about two years, and I had been, in my opinion, a 'perfect gentleman' insofar as I hadn't asked her to do anything in bed that she didn't want to do. We had been very intimate, but had not explored any 'fringe' activities.
She is a beautiful woman, very feminine. She became aware of my unusually sensual-ness early on, when she would catch me watching her dress. I love to watch her put on the layers of soft clothing under her daily work clothiing. She'd step out of the shower, dry off, and dry her hair. Then would come her underwear...high cut french panties that she would slide up her legs, and cover her sweet mons. Then a matching bra, usually a soft one, as her breasts were not so large as to require a lot of support....she exercised alot...kept her pecs in great shape.
Then the slip. Depending on the skirt, it would vary in color and length.
Sometimes a full slip, and sometimes a very short one, for her near mini-length skirts. She has fantastic legs. Hell, she has fantastic everything.
Then she'd choose a blouse, or sweater and skirt to match....
All the while she is dressing she is occasionally looking over at me as I ogle her. As our work schedules differ, sometimes I am afforded the luxury of staying in bed while she dresses. I often masturbate while she dresses, on the sly. One day she caught me, as she was pulling a pink slip on. She was a little shocked at first, calling me 'out of control horny', but laughed. Then she walked over to the bed, sat down, and asked me what I found so erotic about her dressing.
I told her the truth. I have a lingerie fetish. Specifically slips and dresses and any kind of silk or satin gowns..
Her eyes got real big at my confession. And she leaned over and kissed me, very deeply. Then she finished dressing, kissed me again and went off to work.
Since that first explanation, she has never asked about it again. But she does take her time dressing when I am working a later shift than she is. And, curiously, she has slowly purchased all silk underwear, slips, and nightgowns.
The one thing I didn't let on at the time was that there was more to my fetish. That I found it erotic and sensual to destroy or, better yet have my lover destroy or participate in the destruction of silks. I thought that that might be too much for her, and she would not take kindly to that portion of my needs.
Most women would think me insane to enjoy destroying expensive silk lingerie, so... I just let that one go. Kept it to myself, and pulled one off once in a whie watching her dress.
One day a couple of weeks ago, after a very long stretch of working similar shifts, I was fortunate enough to be scheduled late. I awoke to the sound, or rather the absence of the sound of the shower running.
She had finished drying off, and was looking for the proper underwear. Her rummaging around in the closet helped to rouse me from sleep. She found what she was looking for and came out in front of her dresser, and began to very slowly. . . dress.
As she began to step into her slip, she eyed me laying there, slowly stroking myself under the sheets. She stopped, holding the slip in one hand, and walked over to the bed.
She sat down. "So, what does a woman have to do to feed this fetish for lingerie you have?"
I was thunderstruck. I still didn't dare tell her everything...I had to tell her at least part of it.
Then I was saved by her need to get to work, I guess, 'cause she asked me, "do you like the feel of silk against you? I know you like to watch me put on my underthings, and masturbate". And with that said she pulled back the sheet, and wrapped my already engorged cock in the soft silk. She began to move it up and down the shaft, rolling it over the head, and then up and down the shaft again. The sensation was erotic as hell. She could tell I was getting close. She kept most of her attentions to the head, and just underneath it...where it's most sensitive. "Yes, baby...she whispered,"Mmmm, that feels so good doesn't it?' You going to cum for me? Cum into my sliky slip?"
"Jesus...Jesus...yes, yes....", I stammered, just as I went over the edge..pumping my semen into her slip..the silk soaking it up, staining it dark with the wetness. She kept pumping and stroking until I had nothing left. I fell back as she stood up. "Looks like this slip is done", she said..."May as well burn it", she said jokingly.
She must have seen my pupils dilate, or my face flush, or something... "Oh......oh?...., really......, really?", she asked, one eyebrow raising in inquisitive surprise.
She stood there, looking at me, her slip soaked with my cum, and looked down at me.... and the biggest smile I have ever seen spread across her face. She dropped the slip in the hamper, found another, slipped it on, and headed out the door for work.
I lay there for a good half hour, recuperating and running the last scenario through my mind. I saw nothing negative in the whole scene..
Several weeks later...
Shelia had to work late one night, and I was alone in the house, after a brutal day at work. I came in the door, dropped my jacket on the back of the rocker in the front hall, and headed for the kitchen.
Pulling a cold beer from the door of the fridge, I popped the cap with the built in opener on the counter, and took a long, cool pull from the bottle. Through the curve of the glass of the bottle I saw something unusual. In the bedroom, it appeared that Shelia had begun to do some ironing. The iron sat on its heel, and one of her loveliest silk slipdresses was spread out on the board.
I just stood there for a while thinking about......several different scenarios that were raging through my mind...
Lost in my fantasies, I jumped a foot when I heard the front door unlock, and Shelia walked through the door, carrying a shopping bag,......
"Hey, baby.. , I said, "How was your day?, mine sucked pretty badly".
"Not so bad, she replied, 'just long".
"I'm going to change, would you mind getting me a glass of wine, love?"
"No problem, be right there", I said. Walking to the kitchen, pouring a glass of a good Pinot Grigot we had recently picked up. I walked to the bedroom and found her, standing behind the ironing board. She was wearing only her slip. She had peeled off her work clothes, but was still wearing her heels and stockings.
I walked to the board, and handed the wine to her, my beer in the other hand. We clinked glass to bottle, and took a long drink....
"So," she said. " I've figured out some of the parts of your fetish. Let me enumerate them, and you tell me if I'm right"
I took another long pull from the cold beer. This could be awkward, or at the least, uncomfortable.... I stood there, waiting. She began...
"You find women's lingerie erotic. You enjoy the touch of silk on you, as evident of the slip handjob I gave you a while ago. But I'm thinking there's more."
Another long pull on the cold beer........ I began to say it.."I enjoy the d ...." that's as far as I got. She put her hand to my lips..."Sshhhhhh. Let me guess. You get off on watching or helping silks being destroyed. Ripped, torn off, cut up with scissors, right?"
"Ah....well".....I began.
"Well, sweetheart, I'm sorry, really, but I have no intention of ruining any of my $65 dollar slips, or $150 nightgowns..... I will give you any and everything up to that, but not that". She didn't say it with anger, or in a threatening manner. It was, well, almost sweet. Like she was almost sorry she couldn't oblige me.
I took it well, I thought. I leaned over and kissed her lips, and turned away, walking into the kitchen. I stood in there for a while, thinking about the foregoing conversation. Well, of course she was right. I couldn't expect someone to destroy some of the most expensive clothing they owned. That is just not right. It's wrong in fact. It would take someone who was terribly weak to succumb to this. I was weak to this desire, but had no idea how to deal with it..... Shelia had the idea, just not the details. Which didn't matter now.
I took another brew from the 'fridge, and walked back into the bedroom, where Shelia was now ironing the dress that she had laid out earlier that day. I sat down in the wingback chair opposite where she was standing. I took a good, long pull of the cold brew.
She was very deliberately moving the iron over the silk dress, carefully working the wrinkles of the material. This began to drive me to fidget, until I had to stand up, and walk around the room.
I made a visit to the bathroom, and when I came out, Shelia was sitting on her bed. The dress was now hanging on its hanger.
I began to walk past her toward the living room, to watch some TV...find a movie or something...anything to distract me from this.
As I did, she reached out and took my hand, gently pulling me down to the floor, on my knees. She leaned in, and kissed me. I kissed her back. "Baby, she began,"I want to please you.... really. What can I do for you....short of...that?'
"Make love to me, wearing something...., ...you know".
"Mmmmmmm. That I can do, baby", she said lustily. And she stood up. "I'll put something on for you, and you get me some more wine", she said. I rose from the floor, and went to the kitchen again, to refill her glass. I returned a few minutes later, and sat on the bed. My anticipation giving me a rigid hard-on.
She emerged from her walk-in closet wearing an incredible nightgown. It was rose-colored, floor length. Thin satin straps, and handmade silk lace at the bodice. It flowed around her like a heavy silken fog. She came toward me, and I rose to her from the bed. She pressed against me. I felt the heat of her, even through our clothes. She began to undress me, slowly....intentionally allowing the soft material to brush against me occasionally.
When I was naked, she picked up some of the gown at its hem, and wrapped my cock in it, stroking me softly. "I know you love this....would you like to cum in it?"
"N...no.", I stammered. "What do you want, baby....tell me", she said.
"I want to have you, over the ironing board, while you iron", I said.
"Mmmmm. Making a "chore" more fun. I like that. What shall I iron?", she asked.
"Anything silk", I said.
"Ah, of course", she said, reaching for the shopping bag I had seen her come in with. She reached into the bag, and pulled out a long, silk-charmeuse gown. It was the whitest-white I had ever seen. She threw it out over the ironing board, and beckoned me to her.
"I bought this for the Wellington's dinner party. It needs ironing anyway, but you can-not cum in this. It was hideously expensive, and there was only one like it in the store".
She spread the skirt of the dress on the board, reached for the iron, and turned it on...set to the silk setting. She let the iron heat for a bit, as I stood behind her, now moving close to her, pressing myself against her. "Mmmmmm", she cooed, laying her head back against my shoulder. I began to caress her hips through her nightgown, running my hands down her thighs, returning to her hips, up to the swell of her wonderful breasts, stopping to pay attention to her nipples. She squirmed against me, grinding her butt into my erection.
Shelia turned around, and dropped to her knees. She took my pulsing cock in her right hand and bent forward, taking it in her mouth. Her hot, eager mouth. Her lips closed over the head, tightly encircling it. She flicked her tongue against the underside of the head, moving her mouth slowly up and down, just over the head.
She kept this up until she could tell I was about to lose control, and then rose to her feet, turning to her ironing. She picked up the iron, and lowered it into the silken folds of the dress, arranging the material, smoothing the wrinkles.
This began to whip my fetish into a frenzy. I reached around again, and cupped her breasts in my hands....pinching the nipples as I did. She groaned with pleasure. I kept this up, and then with one hand, reached down to pull the hem of the nightgown up. I pulled it up over her back, and she spread her legs some. I pushed my cock against her, probing for her hot, wetness.
"God...mmmm, god, baby...mmmm, MMMmmmm," she hummed, as I found her lips, pressing myself into her, sliding into her divine heat.
I moved in her, slowly, feeling her tightness, her warmth, her wetness....with my right hand, I reached to her right hand, holding the iron. As she moved it, and we moved together, she relinquished the iron to me. Her eyes went to the iron, watching me move it across the silken dress, as we slowly fucked....
I took my thumb, and started moving the dial on the iron..up. She looked at my hand.... and her eyes got big..., but she was caught in the midst of pleasure, of near rapture.... "Please, don't......" she said, as we moved together.... a little faster now. "No, Jesus, please don't...." she pleaded again, my thrusts becoming deeper, faster.. but not too fast.... I could feel my climax coming.....
I turned the iron up more, and more as I ironed her dress....
"Please, oh god no...don't......" she nearly begged now, tears evident on her cheeks, but she never stopped pumping against me..
I turned the iron up all the way, shutting off the steam, so it was dry heat...I could begin to smell the silk-charmeuse scorch...this inflamed my desire..I pumped in her now, driving deep into her, willing the iron to become hotter and hotter with each thrust...
Smoke now, coming up from the silk. "Please, no, don't burn my dress, please!......" the iron impossibly hot for the delicate fabric, began to leave a brown swath behind it, as I moved it over the dress..
Shelia looked on from out of the wave of ecstasy she was riding, powerless now, succumbing to her orgasm....feeling my cum spurting into her, squeezing my pumping cock with her pussy.... I left the iron in the middle of the dress, burning through the layers of butter-soft silk, smoke curling up from around the soleplate.
Emptied of passion, and our cum.... I raised the iron from the smoking ruin of her dress, sat it on it's heel.
I thought I was going to receive a roundhouse slap from her, and a string of obscenities.....
She turned to me, putting her arms around my shoulders, kissing me deeply.... pulling away, she said "My God...that was the most wicked, naughty, erotic sexy experience of my life!".....
I kissed her back. A long, wonderful, thank-you-god-for-this-woman kiss.....
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