My fantasy revolves around the allure and sensuality of silk, and silk-satin on a beautiful woman. Watching a woman walk across a room dressed in an elegant, obscenely expensive silk nightgown, or silk full-slip, or any full-length dress or gown, is very erotic to me. The way the material moves with her...the soft whisper of the silk as she glides across the floor..
In this scenario, she is a dark haired woman, hair to the middle of her back...tall, about 5'8", voluptuous, full breasted, ample round, firm ass....but not Rubinesque. She is wearing a full-length cream-white silk-charmeuse nightgown. It has oversize sleeves and a deep neckline adorned with silk lacework. She is walking toward me, slowly, with a knowing smile on her face. I am sitting on an overstuffed chair in her bedroom, which is furnished in a very feminine fashion.
Also in the room, adjacent to her bed, stands an ironing board. It is a complimentary color to her room, the cover as well. Sitting on its heel on the board is an iron. It's an old, circa 1950's GE dry iron. The handle is black bakalite, the cord wrapped in fabric as they were in the '50's. Although old in style, it appears almost new. Apparently it has been refurbished,...rescued from a pawn shop or antique store.
She approaches me, stopping just in front of me. I can smell her perfume. Her gown whispers softly as it settles around her. She takes me by the hands, standing me up. I am wearing only a terrycloth bathrobe, having just taken a shower. She guides me over to the ironing board, standing me nearly up against it, and walks to the other side of the board.
She explains to me that the iron has, in fact, been restored as it was back in the 1950's. The soleplate is smooth, gleaming steel, the body chrome plated. The temperature dial markings clear as new. They indicate "low", "synthetics", "silk", "cotton", "wool", "linen", "high", "very high".
As she is explaining this to me, she is very slowly taking off her gown. First one shoulder, then the other. The gown falls to her breasts, stopping there, held by her erect, hard nipples. She pulls gently, and the soft silk puddles around her feet. She steps out of the soft pile, and dips to pick it up. She spreads the creamy softness out on the board. She wears only a matching cream silk thong.
She reaches to the iron, and turns it on, setting it to "silks"......
She begins to tell me that this is one of her favorite nightgowns. It feels like nothing short of warm butter against her skin.... The iron clicks as it heats....
Now she unties my robe, opens it, pushes it off my shoulders....it drops to the floor. Her gaze drops, and she sees I am very, very much aroused. Her knowing smile never wavers....as she picks up the iron, and slowly lowers it to her gown. The few wrinkles in the silk, begin to disappear beneath the soleplate. She irons the entire gown, with agonizing deliberation... With a final pass over the dress of the gown..she stands the iron on it's heel.
Now she takes some of the just ironed, still warm silk, and wraps my erection in it.....letting the sensation sink in... Warm silk encasing my hardness...she can feel the blood pumping through me as she holds me.
As she holds me in the warm silk, she begins to iron once again. This time, though, she turns the temperature dial up to the next setting....
She does not move her hand on me. She knows how exciting this is for me, and I would come nearly at once if she moved the silk on me... so she holds me, and moves the iron over the expensive charmeuse..
She takes her hand from me only to move the gown on the board, each time wrapping me in just ironed, now even warmer silk...
Once again she finishes, and stands the iron on its heel again..
Now, she looks in my eyes, and says,"I love this gown, it cost my ex-boyfiend a LOT of money...it's so beautiful and soft......
........ I want to burn it for you" This last comes from her in a lusty whisper...
Once again, she reaches to the iron, and slowly lowers it into the silken folds...and turns the iron up again...to the "cotton" setting... I can smell the hot metal of the soleplate as she stands the iron up to move the gown, and wraps my cock in now hot silk....nearly too hot to stand....
She looks down at the iron, and my cock in it's silken glove, smiling, as the iron clicks again as it heats....Now we can smell the beginnings of the effects of the nearly too hot iron on the gown... she begins to, very very slowly move the silk on my cock....
On the next pass over her gown, she thumbs the dial past all the settings... turning it to "very high"....
She is becoming excited herself now... a look that is a mixture of lust, and little girl wickedness....knowing she is about to do something very, very naughty and wrong..
The iron heats rapidly, and we can see wisps of brown smoke begin to rise from behind the iron. She says,"look..look", as the beautiful, expensive silk begins to turn color behind the iron... We can smell the silk now...it's burning. She feels me begin to pulse in her hand, as she slowly moves the silk over me....
The iron has reached it's maximum temperature and she stops moving it.... letting it sit in the softness...smoke curling up from around the soleplate. She stops moving her hand on me, to move the gown, and place the iron in a fresh, unblemished field of the nightgown.... as she does so, she picks up the dark brown burned portion of her gown and wraps my cock in it....it's hot, but not uncomfortable, it's delicious..the mixture of odors assaults my senses, her perfume...the scorching silk...
She moves the hot burned silk on my cock, and once again leaves the hot iron on the silk, this time beginning to pleasure herself, finding her
clit in the hot wetness of her.... I can no longer hold back, and climax..pulsing my semen into the burned silk, both of us watching the iron burn the silk.....she comes as well...her juices running down her shaking thighs.... Her gown is utterly, completely ruined.....
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