The Fancy Hotel

I stood on the sidewalk as the people of New York blurred past me. I had never been to the city before, but I was filled with a great sense of adventure and excitement. The hotel that my work had sent me to was fancier and nicer than any hotel I had ever stayed in. Even from the outside, it looked grand.

Inside, it was even nicer. There was a beautiful fountain with bubbling water overflowing from its top, and everything was crystal and glass. The entire place was gleaming, and I felt like I was in a movie.

I gave the girl at the front desk my information and asked her where the bar was. I didn’t have any work obligations until the next day, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to explore the city just yet. I was exhausted.

“Enjoy your stay, Mr. Hawkins,” she said, smiling at me as she handed over my room key.

After I got situated in my beautiful room, I took a quick shower and headed down to the hotel bar. It was still relatively early, so there weren’t too many people there, but one woman caught my eye. 

She was a curvy brunette in a gorgeous red dress and heels. The thing that most caught my attention, though, were the black silk stockings on her legs. I had a thing for stockings and the way they glistened in the light. I loved running my hands over them and feeling a woman’s legs when she was in stockings.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to buy me a drink?”

The woman’s voice jolted me back to reality. I cleared my throat as I took a seat next to her, giving her a bashful grin.

“Sorry about that,” I said. “You’re. . . stunning. I’m Davis.”

She smiled. “It’s fine. You’re handsome enough that I’ll let it slide. I’m Natasha.”

I bought us each a glass of wine and listened to Natasha tell me about the real estate she was looking to purchase in New York, hence why she was in town.

“It’s very lonely, though,” she said, batting her eyes at me. “I wouldn’t mind some company.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said right back, already picturing us in my hotel room together.

It only took us a few minutes to get there. We quickly drained our drinks and headed up to the tenth floor.

“You have the most beautiful legs,” I said, once we were in the elevator. “I can’t keep my eyes off of them. And I love your stockings. Is that strange?”

Natasha’s lips quirked up into a half-smile. “It’s not strange. I like that you like that. What do you like about them?”

I contemplated this. “I don’t know. They’re just sexy. They’re such an understated accessory, but I think they just look so sleek and alluring on a woman’s legs. I just love everything about them.”

Relief washed over me. I was beginning to feel even more grateful that I had run into Natasha. We walked down the hallway in the direction of my room. Even the hallways of the hotel were beautiful, with exquisite gold lighting and ornate carpeting. It seemed to suit Natasha’s vibe. 

As soon as we were in my hotel room, Natasha was pulling me against her and pressing her lips on mine. She had bright red lipstick on, and I’m sure it got all over my face, but I didn’t care. A woman this beautiful could do what she wanted.

“So you said you like stockings, right?” she said into my ear, giving it a quick bite.

A shiver rippled over me. “Mhm. . .”

“So maybe you can get down on the floor, take off my shoes, and kiss your way up my legs?”

I stared at her for a split second, still unsure if she was real.

Natasha smiled. “What?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly, dropping down to my knees. “You’re just amazing, that’s all.”

I helped Natasha step out of her high heels, and I set them aside. I lowered my head all the way down her stocking feet and began to kiss her there. My lips pressed against each foot before I started to move up her legs.

“Mmm,” I moaned. I loved the feeling of the silk stockings against my mouth. It was sexy and erotic to me, this second skin on top of a set of beautiful legs. 

While my lips moved up her calves, my hands slid upwards to run along her thighs, squeezing the backs of them. Natasha let out a quiet sigh. She seemed to be enjoying this, too.

I finally had worked my mouth across her knees and up her thighs. Slowly, I began to push up the bottom of her dress, and I looked up as Natasha pulled the stretchy material off over her head. She stood above me in just her black, lacy bra and her stockings. My cock twitched in my pants.

“Come on,” she said, reaching down for my head. “Let’s move to the bed.”

I was back in between her legs the minute she lay down. I ran my fingers across the crotch of her stockings, stroking her there for a moment before letting my hands slide up and down her legs once more.

“You’re already nice and hard for me,” she noted, smiling at the bulge in my pants. “Take your clothes off.”

I did as she asked, returning to the bed without my clothes. I didn’t need Natasha to stroke my dick or suck on it to make it hard. Seeing her in these stockings and running my hands across her sexy legs was enough.

“Let’s fuck, Davis,” she said, in a husky voice. “Do you want to fuck me through my stockings?”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

She grinned. “Good. Let me see you rip them.”

It was easy to tear the material in the center of her stockings. I loved the ripping sound it made, the way the fragile fabric seemed to stretch open, exposing Natasha. I pushed the thong she was wearing to the side and lowered my face down against her pussy.

“Mmm, yes, Davis,” moaned Natasha. 

She was running her fingers through my hair as I pushed open her legs. She tasted vaguely salty in the center of her cunt, and I could have stayed here, feasting on her all night.

I made Natasha cum, and it was gorgeous to witness. She writhed against the bed with increasingly loud moans, and when I pulled away from her pussy finally, I could see how soaking wet she was.

When I sank my cock into her hot, wet cunt, I did so slowly, so I could watch every inch disappear into her. 

“You feel fucking incredible,” I groaned. I was inside of her completely now and had started sliding in and out, slow and steady.

Natasha put her legs up over her shoulders, which made me quiver. The feeling of her tight, wet pussy around my cock was incredible, but the stockings against my skin drove me crazy. The silk rubbed back and forth against my shoulders, and I ran my hand across her legs while I fucked her.

The hole in the center of her stockings seemed like it was only getting bigger as her legs stayed stretched open. I loved that she had ruined her stockings for me, that she had let me tear them right in the center. I watched the fabric slowly rip more and more. 

It didn’t take me long to cum. Natasha begged me to fill her pussy, so I happily obliged. I plunged deep into her one last, hard thrust and flooded her with my cum. There was so much of it. A big smile crawled up Natasha’s face as I filled her up, which only made me cum harder.

When I pulled out, I watched my cum trickle out of her cunt in a slow stream. It dripped down from her pussy over the stockings and onto the bed.  

“Well,” she said, looking down at her ripped stockings, “I guess these are ruined now.” She chuckled. “Do you want to help me out of them?”

My answer, of course, was yes. This might have been my favorite part. 

I took my time and reached up to grab the waistband of her destroyed stockings, slowly rolling it down over the curves of her hips and down her thighs. It was mesmerizing to watch the fabric that had been so tightly clinging to her body now pulling away as I slid it completely over her legs. Finally, I tugged the material off of her feet, and Natasha wiggled her toes. It made me want to fuck her all over again.

“I hope you have more stockings packed in your luggage,” I said, laying down on the bed beside her.

Natasha smiled as I pulled her in against me. “Don’t worry. I’ve got plenty.”

And this didn’t surprise me at all.