“Excuse me,” he said, finally plucking up the courage to speak to me, “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you’ve got lovely legs.”
I was pleased to move into my new flat in South Kensington yesterday, a move that I hope to be a long-lasting one in a fantastic location. So how did I ‘christen’ this move? Well it had to be in true Lady Phoenix style. I had an arrangement to meet a gentleman outside, in the general area for some perving. After a reccy of the vicinity, I told Gavin to meet me in Waitrose, where I’d be picking up my usual San Pelligrino (my essential hydration choice and fabulous to swig in abundance for watersports purpose!), and of course, doing a bit of exhibitionist flashing to boot! I put on a slinky red dress that came above my knees and a pair of new black, seamed Honey Birdette hold ups (which the bottom of dress barely concealed the tops of). It was raining heavily outside, so I opted also to put on some suede high-heeled boots, a mid-length coat with a fur collar and a beret, all black. I put my umbrella up as I got outside my plush new pad and walked the 3 minutes or so to the Waitrose next to the station. Oh my, did I get some looks of admiration! I was feeling very sexy in my crimson lipstick and nail polish, but what really makes me proud are my legs and what they look like in a nice pair of stockings: slim, shapely and a hint of athleticism without being too muscly.
Even though I hadn’t met Gavin before, I clocked him as soon as I arrived at our chosen meeting point. I’m not sure whether he noticed me or my legs first to be honest. But although we made some initial eye contact, not a word was exchanged as I lowered my umbrella, shook it, and entered the supermarket. Gavin followed reasonably close behind, close enough to get a good view at my stocking tops as I bent down to the lower shelves, inspecting the labels of various brands of sparkling water. My dress and coat (according to Gavin later) rode up far enough for my skimpy knickers to be seen, not what you’d expect to see on your average supermarket, but hey, no supermarket is average when it’s got Lady Phoenix in it. I selected my favourite Italian brand then went to the counter, with Gavin sheepishly in tow.
Once all paid for, I made the 3-minute walk back to my flat, my admiring disciple a few feet behind. “Excuse me,” he said, finally plucking up the courage to speak to me, “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you’ve got lovely legs.”
“Thank you, that’s a nice compliment. I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been following me. Are my legs really that good?”
“Oh yes, miss, they look fabulous in those stockings you have on.”
“Well, would you like to come inside my flat and have a feel of them?”
Yes, the type of fantastical conversation that only happens in roleplay (and occasionally, my life) but is nonetheless exciting and fun! In Gavin came with me up the stairs to my flat, where we started to kiss passionately as soon as we were behind closed doors.
Now, one of the benefits of my new flat is that it has massive mirrored wardrobes lining one side of the room. I undressed seductively in front of Gavin, but slipping on a red satin dressing gown over my lingerie and stockings, and also some killer KG heels. I teased him with my body to begin with, letting just a nipple show, or slipping my fingers into my knickers to touch my very wet pussy. I let Gavin lick my fingers, sticky with my juices. He was aching for me now, so I began to strip him, top to bottom, as his thick, hard cock emerged from his underpants. I took it in my hand first, then my mouth, going super-slow with tantalising breaks so that Gavin could fully savour the moment, as I savoured his cock.
I beckoned him to get behind me as I crouched on all fours facing the mirror, my back arched. I still had my knickers on, which Gavin slid to the side as he entered me. Wow, what a view! I am so blessed to have the full package of gorgeous tits, pretty pussy, lovely ass and fabulous legs...then there’s my face...my face!!!
When Gavin was ready to come, I got down on my knees in front of him (one eye to the mirror of course, for the glorious sight that was coming!) and he ejaculated onto my face, covering me with spunk that dropped down onto my tits. Another moment to savour... and I’m wondering what other mischief I can get up to in the surrounding area...AND in front of the mirror!
