She had told him to come on in to her apartment, as she would be in the shower..she left the door unlocked. Not too safe, but he was just around the corner, and the time would be short until he was there.
As he entered the apartment, he could smell something... familiar....he wasn't sure.... but it aroused him immediately. His cock had become rigid in his pants. He heard the shower running. He walked into her kitchen, and pulled an ale out of the fridge. As he cracked it open, he smelled it again... This time he walked around until he found the source. It was from her laundry room. She had just finished ironing. The room, and the apartment, smelled of hot fabric, steam.
He approached the ironing board. On its heel sat her still hot iron.... Off, but he could feel the heat from the soleplate.
Hanging from a doorframe, was one of her long silk nightgowns, on a hanger. She had just handwashed it, and hung it to dry. The mere sight of one of her silks in proximity to the iron made his cock hard.
He upended the cold ale, and let it flow down his throat.... the icy bite of it soothing his thirst. He put the empty bottle on a nearby table.
Taking down the gown, he felt its smoothness. Incredible. How could anything be so smooth...so soft. He saw her in it in his minds eye. In slow motion...she moving around as the pink silk swirled around her.
Now his cock demanded attention. The gown was still a little damp, as he lay it on the ironing board, as he undid his jeans, dropping them to the floor, pushing his underwear down as well. He reached for her iron, and turned it on, and set it to dry ironing,..the temperature to just above silk. He stroked himself as he waited for the iron to heat. Each click of the expanding metal excited him more.
Reaching the temperature he had set, the iron 'beeped'. He picked it up, and began to move it over the gown... steam rose from the damp silk as he did so. He kept moving the iron over the damp material, until the silk had dried, and was smooth and wrinkle-free.
He took some of the now dry and warm, almost hot silk, and wrapped his engorged cock in it. The sensation was heavenly, as he stroked himself. He let go, to move the gown on the board. Then continued, stroking himself with hot silk, moving the iron over the still damp parts.
He kept moving the heavy iron over her gown, stroking his rigid cock, totally involved in the action, almost as if he were a spectator..
His heart was beating hard, as his lust within the fantasy/fetish pulled him in further and further.. All he could see now was the soft, delicate pink silk, the chrome metal of the the iron, the black handle...he could smell the silk...the hot metal. Feeding his fetish was the knowledge of the exquisiteness of this gown, it's expense, its delicate work. And how she enjoyed it, slipping it over her nakedness, feeling the near liquid softness of the rare material....
The many times she had worn it for him, touched him with it, knowing how he enjoyed its feel...
Now he thumbed the temperature dial up...from silk to cotton... and kept moving the iron, and kept moving the silk on himself...
The gown was completely dry now...the heating iron was moving over the material.....gliding as if on ball bearings.....he began to smell the silk now, as it began to overheat.... the time was near when he would have to stop, and lift the iron, or risk damage to the gown....
His excitement was at it's apex now....as he moved the temperature up again...to 'wool'. He kept moving the iron up and down the length of the gown...from the silk-lace hem, to the delicate bodice with more silk lace.... Slowly......slowly...... a wisp of smoke now, barely there...rising from behind the iron.... Hotter, he must make it hotter...
...he turned it up again, just a bit...the smoke increased the tiniest bit, and now the pink silk began to change color....slightly....from delicate pink, to a darker pink.... He could feel his cum about to explode from him, his lust for destruction in full bore now.... he turned the iron up all the way, to it's linen setting.... and kept moving the iron, slowly over her beautiful gown. He broke his gaze for just a second to take in the whole scene. She was standing there, naked, her towel puddled around her feet. A split second of near abject panic and horror passed behind his consciousness....... like a small spark...
Now the iron was as its hottest.....he was burning her gown, the iron leaving a very dark burned path it as he moved it.
In slow motion he watched her gown burn, as he came...squirting his semen over the silk....pumping himself, staring at the destruction...
....and he heard her now...... "Ohhh, my night gown....Ohhhhh, ohhhh, God..god! But it was not anguish he was hearing, it was completion, orgasm....she was cumming as she brought herself to climax with her hand and fingers....!!!!!
Afterward, sitting on her bed, enjoying a drink..... She said.."I came out of the bathroom, and saw you there, entranced, as you ironed...
Then I saw you were masturbating, using the silk on your cock. That excited me, as I watched. And then when you started to turn up the iron, I almost stopped you, but my curiosity got me....and I was really hot now, and wanted to come...so when you started to burn it, .... I, ... I was really there with you. I was so close, I thought I might not come if you didn't burn it! How crazy was that?...... If you hadn't, I might have burned it for you".
And with that she smiled.... a wonderful, knowing smile.....
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