Welcome to ‘Stockings First Love – A True Erotica Part 3.’
As I have mentioned before, this story was originally published in three parts in January 2024 with an epilogue a little while later. If you’ve been following the story and waiting for the hot stuff, I’m pleased to tell you that time has come! If you’ve landed here randomly from the interweb you can catch up from the start with part 1 here.
This is quite a long read so get comfortable.
I have decided not to post the postscript which tells what happened between Jenna and me over the following few months and a chance meeting that I had with her mum some time later. It doesn’t make an especially happy ending and is quite personal. I decided to take a step back from ‘oversharing’ in my true stories which was something that I was definitely guilty of previously. I’d rather remember this, rather perfect, episode in my life as it was and leave it there.
Enjoy!
1.
On this Friday evening in question, having shared a long and thrilling smooch in the kitchen of Jenna’s parents (who were away for the weekend) Jenna had suggested that we go upstairs to indulge in what had become our sexy little secret, namely dressing up in her extensive and beautiful collection of lingerie which her indulgent mother had been encouraging her to embrace as a developing young woman. After that kiss in the kitchen, there was a definite shift in the atmosphere.
Previously, when we had gone upstairs for a ‘dressing up session’ there had been an unspoken understanding between us. Namely, that this was all perfectly normal. As thrilling as it was, it did not mean that we were into each other in that way. The little instances of not-strictly-necessary touching which had included gentle stroking of each other’s tummy or thigh or shoulder or hair etc were not (I reassured myself) really sexual at all.
It would not be unfair to say that I was deluding myself. Obsessively masturbating at home while alone in my bed at night, thinking about Jenna should have been a clue, don’t you think?
As we went through the hallway to the stairs, Jenna grabbed my overnight bag which I had dropped there when I arrived. She carried it in one hand, her other hand holding mine as we went up the stairs. When we got to the landing I expected Jenna to drop my bag into the guest room before continuing to her bedroom. She didn’t and carried the bag through into her own large and prettily decorated room.
2.
Depositing the bag at the foot of her bed, she looked at me and I could see she was blushing.
‘If it’s OK with you I thought you could sleep in here tonight. Only if you want to though?’
I could feel my cheeks burning but was struck dumb and could only muster a nod.
‘We picked up some really nice bits last weekend,’ Jenna said. ‘Do you want to see?’
Of course, I did, so Jenna went to her wardrobe, opened it, and pulled out a cream-coloured shopping bag. It was embossed with the name of the lingerie boutique that I knew she and her mum frequented. It looked indulgent and expensive.
‘I didn’t want to pack this stuff away in my drawer yet,’ she explained. ‘Thought you’d like to see how lush all the wrapping is.’
I was, indeed, very interested to see. I had never seen anything quite so gorgeously wrapped coming from a shop before. Jenna placed the bag on the bed by its little pink rope handles. She pulled from it two boxes; also cream coloured with the boutique’s branding in swirling script embossed on the front. Jenna placed the first one in front of me.
‘Go on,’ she said gently ‘have a look.’
I was almost afraid to touch the opulent box. Taking the lid by my fingertips, I slid it off. A sensual waft of perfume floated up to me from the layers of baby pink tissue paper inside.
I peeled back the layers of scented tissue paper until the beautiful contents were revealed. After more encouragement from Jenna, I lifted out what I had found.
3.
What I found was, in fact, one of the most beautiful lingerie sets I think I have ever seen. Deep red, sensual, confronting me. It challenged my self-delusion that I was not longing to press my body against Jenna. God, I was aching to put my hands on her soft flesh and pull her against me.
Strange how some scarlet underwear could suddenly provoke feelings so palpably urgent.
‘You must wear them tonight.’ Jenna said. ‘I really want to see you in that colour – I think you’ll look amazing!’ Looking up I could see that Jenna’s face was flushed and her eyes were wide. They seemed to sparkle.
‘What about you?’ I asked. ‘What’s in that box?’
Jenna slowly removed the lid to the other box. Under the soft, scented tissue was another set, this time in ivory. Bra, thong, and suspender belt. ‘I’ll wear this. We’ll look like strawberries and cream!’
Jenna returned to her wardrobe and produced another bag from the same boutique. In it were another two boxes. I looked quizzically at her.
Jenna pulled one out and peeked under the lid, pulling the tissue aside with fingertips to check the contents. Satisfied with what she saw she handed it to me. ‘Mum thought we should each have one of these to wear when you come over. Said no daughter of hers and her friend are to slob about in grubby hoodies in her house!’
Jenna took the other box out for herself. ‘I’m pretty sure she knows that’s not what we do.’ I felt myself blushing again.
4.
We simultaneously took the precious contents from the two perfumed nests of tissue. Two satin robes, knee-length, beautiful, and edged in lace. Mine was red, matching the colour of the lingerie I was to dress in, and hers was ivory. I remember thinking that she would look like an angel in her robe and I.. Well, I didn’t believe I would look like a strawberry.
‘Jaimie?’
I looked up.
‘Are we going to sleep together tonight? Sorry to just say it but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and I think my head is just going to explode if I don’t know. Not right now, I mean, we need to try this stuff on and do the other things that we normally do, I love that so much. No rush. If you don’t want to that’s totally, totally cool and I hope you’re not upset by me asking. Totally OK if you didn’t want to. Is that… sorry.’
I leaned across and our lips met again. ‘I can’t stop thinking about it either.’
Resisting the urge to tumble onto the bed together we retreated to more familiar ground – dressing up together. We stripped, dumping our clothes on the tub chair in the corner of the room. I fixed my gaze on the floor but was intently concentrating on my peripheral vision to catch glimpses of Jenna as her clothes fell, one by one, to the floor.
We both slipped our new satin robes on and stood and looked at each other.
5.
Jenna did indeed look like an angel. Her long dark hair spilled over the silky ivory robe and my eyes inexorably dragged downwards to her breasts, caressed by the new satin. Her nipples were hard.
I looked up and saw that Jenna had been doing the very same thing. We both blushed and then burst into a fit of giggles. The simmering tension which had been building to an almost unbearable level went down a couple of notches.
We took turns to sit at Jenna’s dressing table and did each other’s hair. Just like we might have done if we were little girls. We put on some lip gloss and applied some light eye makeup. We then helped the other to dress.
The mutual delusion that this was all entirely platonic had been cast aside. Much like I had dropped my plain cotton knickers just now and kicked them under the chair. The idea that we would take the next step tonight – although I wasn’t sure exactly what that would mean – gave the dressing-up a new edge. I tried to stop my hands from trembling as I helped Jenna fasten the clips on her suspenders. She put her warm little hand on top of mine and held it for a moment.
New stockings had been purchased to complement the underwear sets and my heart thudded as I looked in the full-length dressing mirror. Jenna bent before me, her hair brushing my thighs as she fixed the catches on my suspender belt.
Finishing, she slipped her new robe on over the top of her lingerie and, mirroring my thoughts, said that she really could do with a drink as her mouth was dry. She would pop to the kitchen but I was to stay there and not move!
6.
Staring into the mirror while she was gone, I scarcely recognized myself. I turned this way and that admiring how the finely crafted lingerie accentuated and framed my pale smooth skin. The sensations were exquisite. Soft, sheer embroidered mesh caressed me. The straps, hooks, and catches held me but lightly, like a lover gently restraining me. My nipples were so hard and I put my hands up to touch them. A little shock of electricity passed through my body; a miniature lightning bolt from my nipples to my clitoris. I gasped.
Shifting my weight from one foot to another I noticed that I was wet. Already.
I shuddered with excitement.
Jenna reappeared with a tray. On it were two glasses of white wine.
‘That was the last of that bottle of prosecco,’ she explained. ‘I thought I’d better not pop another or my parents will think we’ve just been getting wrecked all weekend!’ There was also water and a bag of snacks although after the earlier take-away, I was not hungry at all. Not for food anyway.
I took the glass offered to me and we stood beside each other just looking into the mirror.
‘We need a photo,’ said Jenna. She got a camera out of her bedside drawer. It seems funny now but I think camera phones were a new thing in 2008. I certainly didn’t have a phone that could take pictures at that point.
Jenna set the self-timer function, balanced the camera on top of the jewellery box on her dressing table, and pressed the shutter. She quickly returned to my side and slipped her arm around my waist.
7.
Jenna sent a copy of the picture to me. Two 18-year-old girls standing together, one arm around each other, the other holding a glass of wine looking, really, quite fabulous. We both angled our outside legs towards each other, bending the knee so the robes would pull open a little to reveal a glimpse of stocking top. We smiled widely at the camera as the flash triggered.
I found that picture again as I was writing this. I had to hunt through a couple of dormant email accounts but I eventually located it. The last time I looked at it was later the same year it was taken, at Christmastime. I didn’t look at it again after that until now.
I don’t mind telling you that I wept when I saw it again. The sight of Jenna’s smiling face brought back an old pang with a force that took my breath away for a couple of moments. I wept, also, for my 18-year-old self who smiled at me with such unaffected, innocent delight from 16 years ago. It feels like a lifetime. I wish I could give that younger me a hug and tell her that whatever is coming, it will all be OK in the end.
8.
After the impromptu photoshoot, we spent some time just looking at each other and ourselves in the dressing mirror. We stared at ourselves and each other, cheeks pink and eyes wide with excitement. Gazing into the mirror, we drank in the transformation with delight, sipping our wine and telling each other how amazing the other looked.
We ran through every variation of ‘stunning’, ‘beautiful’, ‘gorgeous’, ‘incredible’, and ‘sexy’ in our combined vocabularies as we gently touched each other’s hair, sleeve, or waist. I was thinking, all the while, about what was to come next and I’m sure Jenna was too. First-night nerves were getting the better of us though. This was uncharted territory and neither of us was quite sure how things should move forward.
9.
Eventually, Jenna took my hand and asked if I wanted to listen to music or watch a movie. I didn’t have the mental bandwidth to watch anything, so I suggested music. Jenna put her drink down and, after a bit of rummaging about, located a compilation CD of RnB hits. I sat on the bed and sipped as she searched. It couldn’t have been more obvious when the first tune came on (no, I can’t remember what it was, but it was a slow, sexy RnB ballad) what was in mind. Cue a further fit of giggles from both of us.
Jenna turned the main light off so the only illumination in the room was the bedside lamp and the string of fairy lights on the wall behind her bed. The room was lit with a warm, soft, twinkly glow.
I bum-shuffled my way across the duvet to make room for Jenna who swung her legs up onto the bed so that we were lying side by side, both of us in expensive lingerie and satin robes; me in scarlet looking for all the world like a teen temptress. Not like a strawberry at all. Jenna was an angel in ivory about to be seduced to fall.
If I haven’t made it clear enough previously, Jenna looked like all of my Christmases had come at once. It was impossible for me, at that moment, to imagine anything more perfect-looking or desirable.
I leaned forward, quite abruptly, I suppose, to kiss her, and she yielded immediately. Her lips parted, and our tongues found each other instantly.
10.
I became aware of a cold wet sensation on my leg and noticed that I had forgotten that I was holding a wine glass and had slopped some on myself. Jenna took my glass and placed it with hers on her bedside table. She put her hand on my neck and pulled me gently down to the pillows as she reclined.
We now lay side by side, facing each other on Jenna’s double bed, and, for a while, we just caressed each other and kissed. Nothing more. Our fingers enjoying the feel of the silky fabric, expensive lace, soft stockings, and warm flesh.
There was talk too. I remember us telling each other how stunning the other looked and how sexy this was. Between the prolonged kisses, I told Jenna that I wanted to do this forever and she, burying her sweet face into my neck, agreed.
11.
So far this was not a lot more than what we had done previously. The kissing was a bit more intense and ‘purposeful’ I suppose. I became aware, through the fug of bliss, that Jenna’s hand had strayed even further around my bum than it had previously. Her fingers found their way under the fabric of the red thong. The sensation was exquisite. I wriggled myself even closer to facilitate whatever Jenna was doing.
Her soft fingertips slipped further around until I felt the featherlight touch brushing my anus. I felt little shivers of excitement going through me as Jenna lightly caressed the spot for a few moments. Nobody but myself had touched me there before and I found it at once shocking and incredibly erotic.
The fingers travelled on, stroking my perineum briefly before reaching the entrance to my sex. The tiny movements of those sweet, soft fingers in my saturated pussy felt like nothing I had ever experienced. I ground myself forward against Jenna’s thigh as she stroked away and raised my face to her as we kissed long and deep. I surrendered myself to what she was doing utterly and it felt like a transcendent moment.
After a short time, Jenna indicated that the angle that she was reaching around was a bit of strain on her wrist. She pulled away a little and gently pushed me onto my back. My legs parted without any further encouragement. ‘Keep doing that, please’ I said.
Jenna reached down and, hooking her finger around the edge of my thong, indicated that I should take it off. I drew my knees up to my chest and pulled my expensive, brazenly red thong down my thighs and off over my feet.
12.
I put my legs back where they were and put my hand around the back of Jenna’s neck to pull her to me.
As we kissed, I felt her little hand moving down my tummy. Light, always light, soft touches going lower until I felt those gentle fingertips brushing my inner thighs and then straying back up. At first, a couple of long light strokes the full length of my pussy then the whole hand, cupping it, covering it. Cherishing it, I thought.
She rested like that for a few moments as we lay in the soft glow, trying to disguise how heavy our breathing was.
‘I don’t know what to do’ she said. ‘I haven’t touched anyone else before. Not like this.’
‘Nor have I’ I replied. ‘I guess we’ll have to learn together.. Just keep doing what you were doing – it feels amazing.’
Jenna obeyed and began to slowly trace the outlines of my pussy with her fingers. It felt as if she was trying to memorise the contours by touch. She took her time exploring every crease and fold, slowly but surely increasing her focus on the centre. Jenna had buried her face in my hair and her hot breath was now on my neck. Every so often she would whisper something; her breath tickling my ear and sending tingles down my spine. I had no idea what she was saying though; my attention was totally focussed elsewhere.
Now gently pressing her fingertips against the entrance to my vagina, Jenna began kissing my neck. Soft butterfly kisses and warm breath. She slowly penetrated me and I felt as if my senses were being overloaded by her.
13.
There was no space in my head for anything resembling a coherent thought. It was full of her. Overflowing. Her fingers, inside me now. Oh god, inside me. Inside. Oh god oh god ohgodohgod. She was inside me; helpless me in a stupor of ecstasy. I was full. Full of her. I must have mentioned it, oh god oh fuck oh fuck. Her breath, there. When you push your fingers like, oh god there, ohgod there. Her lips on my neck, her perfume; her stockinged thigh draped over my own oh, fuck me Jenna, oh there.
A lock of her silky hair falling across my cheek.
A change.
Don’t stop, fuck don’t stop Jen… J – I jolted as the softest fingertip, dripping with my own juices, brushed across my engorged clitoris. If the slow, internal caresses of Jenna’s fingerfuck had sent me to Lala land, this was likely to finish my mind off completely. The same featherlight touches on my sparking clit and the sensitive surrounding flesh deprived me of the power to do anything but moan and twitch.
My only previous experience of another person playing with my pussy had been a means to a rather short end. This was the polar opposite. Jenna used her fingers on me like she did not want to stop, ever, and like it was the only thing she wanted to do. Consequently, when I became aware of my orgasm building it came slowly but like the rolling wave of a tsunami: utterly devastating and unstoppable.
I lay on my back with my legs spread, helpless but wanting nothing else. One hand was on Jenna’s thigh; the warm soft skin above her stocking top. The other gripped the side of the bed.
14.
I wanted this experience to last forever but was also longing for the wave to collide with me. I had no power to prolong; at this point, no power to do anything except submit to the inevitable.
When it hit, it was deeper and more satisfying than any I had experienced before. I fastened my mouth to Jenna’s as it hit. Jenna’s fingers did not quicken or change their rhythm, which might account for the way that this felt so inevitable and consuming.
Jenna allowed herself to roll towards me and bury her face back into my neck as my shudders and jolts abated. She was breathing heavily, too, not from her so, so gentle exertions but rather from the unprecedented thrill of our first shared sexual experience. She continued to caress and stroke my body and face as I held on to her.
We rested like that for a few minutes. When I was more or less back to my senses, I raised myself a little and kissed Jenna again, full on the mouth. Slowly, I began to make a little path of kisses downward, starting with her neck and heading south from there. I was determined to take a leaf from Jenna’s book and not rush, so I didn’t. I exercised what I considered to be supreme patience as I gradually worked my way down.
I stopped to kiss her lovely breasts. Pulling the fabric of her bra down a little so that my lips and tongue could access her nipples. I licked and sucked as softly as I could manage, sending Jenna into little jolts and spasms. Her legs opened, and I positioned myself between them as I moved further down.
15.
Jenna had folded her arms across her face, so I could not see her expression, but from the little bucking movements, I could tell that I was getting what I was doing mostly right.
When I got to where I was heading, I paused. My chin hovering above the delicate white thong. ‘I don’t know what I’m doing either – I just know that I want to.’
‘Don’t care’ she said. ‘I’ve dreamed about what it would feel like – you licking me, Jaimie. I just want it. I want you, and whatever you do, I’m sure, will be amazing.’
My heart was thumping again. I was profoundly aroused at the thought of giving head to Jenna. I had spent much time alone in my bed at home fantasising about exactly that. I also wanted to make sure that Jenna liked what I was doing, which made me a little nervous. For the first time in my life, I experienced that completely altruistic sexual urge that generally (in my experience) leads to the best sex. I wanted to do my absolute utmost to give this beautiful, gentle girl as much pleasure as she had given me.
I ran my fingertip down the silky fabric. It was so wet. I put my nose to it and inhaled; the scent was intoxicating. I was about to pull the little thong to one side but Jenna pulled her knees up and pulled the thong down and off. When she repositioned herself I could see in the dim light her smooth, beautiful pussy.
16.
I’d never seen another girl’s sex up close and personal before, and despite the pink-edged lust clouding my brain, I found myself somewhat stupidly wondering about how it did not look like my own. A (female) gynaecologist remarked to me on my first check-up about 3 years prior to this that I was very ‘neat and tidy’ down there, although I had no idea what she meant. Getting such a close look at Jenna’s helped the penny to drop. Jenna had more pronounced labia which, in her aroused state, looked to me like an orchid; pink and beautiful and inviting.
I ducked my head and ran the very tip of my tongue up the length of her. Her labia, the pink orchid, dripping with nectar – open and so, so wet. I dipped the tip of my tongue towards her perineum and set out north again. My tongue slipped in deeper this time and effortlessly arrived at the entrance of her vagina. I was initially startled by the metallic tang on my tongue, but almost immediately, I felt overwhelmed with a desire to devour and consume. Jenna arched her back and gave a little moan as I trawled my tongue through her again.
It occurred to me that, actually, I really didn’t know what I was doing. My only experience of receiving oral sex before had been pretty poor, and I had never given head to another woman, of course. I decided to mimic with my tongue and lips what I liked to do with my fingers when I masturbate myself and see how that was received. Depending on how it went, I would either double down on that or change things up.
17.
I needn’t have worried. Everything that I did, even the feel of my breath, seemed to make Jenna moan and squirm. She was very wet, and I found the experience of lapping up Jenna’s essence with my tongue intensely erotic. I felt as though I was swallowing her, really eating her, I suppose.
I wrapped my arms under her thighs and over onto her belly, placing my hands palm down on her soft, flat stomach as I worked away. Still trying not to rush, I explored thoroughly with my tongue, tracing each fold with as much tenderness as I could. Every few strokes or so, I would delve deeper, craning my head back to press my tongue into Jenna’s vagina. I wanted to bury my tongue as deeply as I could. The angle and the strain on my neck were making it possible only to insert the tip, which I then swirled around in a circular motion. This provoked further moans and, excitingly, panting.
I decided that I must be getting at least some of it right. I also decided that eating another girl’s pussy could be one of the sexiest things ever. It’s a view that I still subscribe to!
I took the soft folds of her labia into my mouth, each in turn, and sucked gently. Deciding to try a new move (all of these moves I was making up on the spot in a spirit of experimentation, you understand?) I positioned the tip of my tongue as far down as I could, Just touching the beginning of her perineum, and then slowly zig-zagged back up, heading for the little button of her clitoris, which was now hard and so sensitive that Jenna bucked and jolted when my tongue returned to it.
18.
My neck was beginning to ache a bit by this point, so I settled to what seemed to be my two most successful moves on the upper part of Jenna’s beautiful pussy; running the flat of my tongue in circles on Jenna’s clitoris and then gently sucking on it. Even with my limited experience, I could tell that these two actions were driving Jenna out of her mind.
I remember the thought popping into my brain, through the pink fog of lust and excitement, that this probably meant that I was not completely straight. Were Jenna and I now girlfriends? I hoped so. The idea of dating another girl seemed much less stressful than dating boys who, at this time, still seemed to me to be a bit like another species altogether: hard to read and second-guess. Plus, I really, really liked this particular girl. The thought of her being my girlfriend gave me a sudden rush of excited tingles.
Hadn’t I been feeling that for a little while, though? Whenever I thought about her?
I snapped back to reality when Jenna let out a long, low moan from right in the back of her throat – animalistic – and arched her back. In my musings, I had fastened my lips around her clitoris and had been sucking at it like it was a jelly bean.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m going to fucking come. Jaimie, I’m going to fucking fuck fuck come. Fucking lick me, fucking suck me, fucking fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.’
I had never heard Jenna really swear before and was slightly startled. Her parents were quite ‘proper’ and she was always so well-spoken. I think the worst I had heard from her lips before was an occasional ‘shit.’
19.
I fastened my whole mouth over her pussy while I flicked her with my tongue, running the tip rapidly across her swollen little clit. Jenna’s hands were on my head, holding me in position. She was whispering some gibberish, the general gist of which seemed to be that I was driving her insane. Every other word was ‘fuck’, and the filth pouring from my new lover’s mouth was really turning me on. I could feel my own pussy throb and rubbed my thighs together, marvelling at how wet I was.
Jenna arched her back again as she went over the cliff. Her legs went rigid and trembled, and there was that long, low, guttural moan again. I was slightly shocked at the intense flavour as her orgasm hit, and she bucked and moaned; metallic again but now different somehow. There was a rush of warm liquid in my mouth, which startled me momentarily. I swallowed so that I could keep my mouth clamped to her and continue stroking her clit with my tongue. The experience of doing so sent a thrill through me that made me shudder with pleasure. If I am honest, I was also feeling pretty pleased with myself. I was fairly sure that my first attempt at cunnilingus had been a great success.
I gently rubbed my cheeks on her inner thighs as she came back down.
20.
‘Come here’, she said, when she had regained the power of speech. I shuffled back up the bed and lay over her, our mouths fastened together as she tasted her own juices on my lips and tongue. She kissed my face, holding my head in her hands; she kissed my eyes, cheeks, nose, and mouth over and over. I rolled to one side, and we held each other as close as we possibly could, feeling the warmth, heartbeat, and breath of the other.
We decided to strip off the lovely lingerie and get into bed naked after this. Jenna visited the kitchen to get more water to rehydrate before getting in under the covers with me.
I remember that we did not sleep very much. I had not slept in a bed with another person before, and that alone was not conducive to sleep – I simply wasn’t used to it. Apart from that, both of us kept touching the other, almost in disbelief that what we had fantasised about was now there in real flesh and blood beside us.
We spent a lot of that night kissing, snoozing in each other’s arms, and whispering about all sorts of nonsense. We also had a number more orgasms. I wasn’t keeping track, but it was, by a very wide margin, the most sexually satisfying experience I had had to that point in my life and for some time afterwards.
The following morning, Jenna went to fetch two cups of tea which she brought back up to bed. We made love again, very slowly and sensually. This time, enjoying the sight of each other’s naked bodies in the late spring sunlight that was coming through the cracks in the curtains.
21.
We spent the rest of the morning in bed, Jenna making sporadic trips to the kitchen for refreshments.
Around mid-morning, Jenna fielded a call from her mother, who was checking in on her. I decided to be provocative and brushed my fingertips over Jenna’s erect nipples as she spoke, making her squirm and bite her lip and eventually get off the bed in order to be able to have a coherent conversation. We both had a fit of giggles. Immediately she ended the call, Jenna tried to sternly tell me that my behaviour was unacceptable, which just made us giggle more.
Through that morning, we both explored each other with delighted fascination. Although neither of us was experienced, the experience of exploration and learning together was, instead of being a drawback, a beautiful shared experience.
It was actually quite lovely that we had to figure this stuff out from scratch; it wouldn’t have been that way if one of us had been experienced and the other not.
22.
That night brought both of us to the point of acknowledging that we were, in reality, an item now: she was now my lover and my girlfriend, a label that we agreed we were happy with but would need to find the right moment to actually tell other people.
That was the beginning of a beautiful, utterly blissful summer: a little bubble of happiness that I look back on with much findness and gratitude.
And that is the end of ‘Stockings First Love – A True Erotica part 3 and, the end of the story. I really hope you enjoyed it. My next story will be another true erotica which I originally published in Autumn 2023. I hope to see you back for the first installment!
Love, Jaimie xx
Links and Stuff
I know I sound like a broken record, but I can’t recommend enough the seamed stockings in this and several of my other, pictures.
The suspender belt is a favourite by Italian maker Sofsy with 6 straps and a wide, fine mesh belt which doesn’t show under a fitted dress. I love it!
