After a few days I struck up a conversation with a guy named Tony. He was very experienced and very much into gurls like me. I arranged to meet him in... the lobby of his apartment building. He told me to wear stockings, panties, and bra under my normal clothes – no socks so that my stockings would be visible to him. I was to bring heels and a dress in a bag.When the day came I made sure to be at his building a little early and sat in the car more aroused than I had ever been in my life waiting. ‘Hi!’ I said happily, with a smile. He smirked. I guessed it was my accent. He didn’t say anything. I sat up. He stared at me. I tilted my head and smiled slightly. ‘Do ya’ wanna come sit with me?’‘Uh, no. I’m alright.’ He smiled and kind of half laughed.‘Okay then.’ I laid back down, and closed my eyes.‘How old are you now?’ He asked, suspiciously. I smiled. ‘I’m seventeen. How old are you?’ I asked even though I already knew.‘I’m nineteen.’ He said. He sounded like he was. After a few moments of slipping in and out he pushed in and made a fist seating his hand firmly in my channel. If you have never had someone fist you I am not sure how to describe the feeling; full, tight, invaded, ecstatic they all pale but give an indication. It is amazing how a fist feels as it is clenched tight and released when inside a body. It took a short while but he started to twist his fist around and slowly pull back but not out, the intent being to get me open to the feeling of a. She beckoned him over and took his hand, placing it on your stockings before guiding it up her skin to her wet pussy, she told him to work his magic on it Like he use to. John slipped a finger in and the juices just flooded out. She moaned lightly and began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a very sexy black corset. Her breasts were spilling from the inadequate cups that were try to hold them firmly in place. She freed her breasts and played with her nipples as he continued with his fingers in.