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Beginnings: Chapter 4 - Room For Change

Date: 10/15/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: claire2013, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

satin skin of my inner thigh. “Such beautiful legs,” Sophie purred, looking up into my eyes for a moment. Her own could barely contain the fact that caressing my leg was giving her a pleasure she could barely contain. “I could caress them all day, Miss Richardson.” “Dress her now, Sophie, please.” Veronica’s firm interruption suddenly pulled Sophie back from the strengthening swell of sensual feelings that she was obviously beginning to lose herself in. “Yes, of course Miss Hamilton,” she replied deferentially, almost submissively. I could not help but love the way Veronica was somehow able to control those around her so effortlessly, and with so few words. I looked across to where she was still sat and exchanged a brief glance with her. Her eyes looked into mine, and I sensed a wicked, intimate smile within their depths. Sophie placed her hand into the bag and removed an oblong packet, which she broke open. From within she carefully slid out a pair of gossamer thin black stockings which she proceeded to separate from each other. With obviously practised ease, she took one in her hands and cautiously began to roll the delicate nylon down towards the reinforced toe, taking the utmost care not to ladder the flimsy material. My left foot was still resting in her lap, my toes pointed upwards. In one smooth move Sophie slipped the stocking over my toe and eased it carefully over my foot, before beginning to stretch the delicate material slowly over my lower leg and up to my knee. ... I stretched my toes a little against the light web of sheer nylon, which expanded deliciously as I did so. “Could you stand up for me, please, Miss Richardson?” Sophie asked politely. I smiled and stood up. As I did so, I felt a sudden and unexpected surge of power as I looked down at Sophie kneeling below me. It felt almost as though she were somehow worshiping me, and obediently ready to indulge each and every one of my immediate sensual desires. Little by little Sophie stretched the fragile, dark material to the top of my thigh, unveiling its delightful and dainty lace top. One by one Sophie’s fingers eased one part of each fastener under the lace before drawing its partner over the top and securing the stocking to it firmly. I felt the straps pull taut against my thigh and cheek of my bottom as she adjusted them, and another wave of sexual pleasure surged between my legs. Sophie then repeated the process with my other leg, smoothing each of the stockings out carefully with her palms and fingers, before looking up at me. “How do they feel, Miss Richardson?” Sophie asked, cradling her hands in her lap. I looked down at her and then looked across in the mirror opposite me. I had never been vain or conceited but as I looked into the mirror I caught my breath. The stockings felt divine against my legs, and my reflection showed a woman that I felt I barely recognised but actually loved. I wondered for a moment how so little material, and so flimsy, could suddenly produce such ...