Sandra winced. Wendy smiled, "I like that." he said.
Lynzi grabbed his cock, squeezed its base, then she slid off the ensheathing nylon, fastening it tightly around his cock and balls. Wendy gulped with the discomfort, as Lynzi smiled, holding the swollen tip with her nails digging under the rim.

Lynzi stopped, stood in front of Sandra and slapped her face.
"Whore!" Then she turned to Wendy, kicking his erection before asking him.
"What is it like to fuck this whore? Bitch!"
"A gentleman would never divulge." smiled Wendy calmly.
Lynzi kicked him again, his cock hit his abdomen, rebounding.

Feeling the need for a skimpy thong.

"As the stocking pushed deeper inside me against his bulk stretching me wider, I could feel myself getting wetter and wanting even more of his cock in me. At the same time I wanted to taste myself on him, I was desperate to have him shoot his wad of cum into my mouth then fuck me until I shuddered."

I think the sea may be getting less cold, either that or I'm heating up.

A very breezy evening for sea swimming.

This continued for a while as Sandra's narrative unfolded in graphic detail.

Perched with her buttocks just on the edge, Lynzi prised apart Sandra's knees a she described the feeling stocking inside her as Wendy pumped her full of his meaty cock. Lynzi lifted her remaining stockinged leg, pushed the toes into Sandra's wet hole, wiggling them and made light kicking movement.

Sandra did not hold back, her brazenness aroused Wendy as he relived her description. This didn't escape Lynzi's notice, she pulled Wendy forwards and began to strangle his erection, pulling his balls so that he groaned. As Sandra continued, Lynzi pulled Sandra viciously to the edge of her seat.

Wendy watched wondering what was next for him. Sandra's nipples stood up erect and reddened before Lynzi released her hair and slapped Sandra's face. "Bitch!" she said again.
" Now; tell me what it's like to be fucked by him." Lynzi pushed Wendy with an accusative finger.
"Make me more jealous."

Lynzi pressed Sandra against her midriff, patting the back of her head in a maternally comforting manner. Then suddenly and with force she pulled Sandra's hair so that her head whiplashed backwards, her breasts thrust forwards as Lynzi squeezed each nipple softly at first, then with rising pressure

Lynzi sat her on the chair, tied her in a similar fashion to Wendy. Now she had them where she wanted, forcibly passive. She moved towards Sandra to lift her chin, letting her fingers slip into her mouth. Sandra sucked on them as Lynzi drew ever closer. Lynzi gently stroked Sandra's hair, her neck.

My imaginings of her are almost at odds with the Sandra I work with. Likewise W- a shy, timid polite, good looking young man, very sporty, totally unaware of his attractiveness to me.

I can hear the coffee machine and know that soon Sandra will be here with me, shortly after I've been fantasising about her.

Got in early as I need to leave early, already thinking of Sandra and coffee.

She tied Sandra in a similar fashion to Wendy. She had them where she wanted, forcibly passive. She moved to Sandra to lift her chin, letting her fingers slip into her mouth. Sandra sucked on them as Lynzi drew ever closer. Tasting herself on Lynzi's fingers. Standing over Sandra smiling cruelly.

Lynzi lifted Sandra again, her fingers gripped within , she held her of her feet briefly, they kissed more voraciously. Lynzi lowered her once more, spanked her buttocks loudly.
"Filthy bitch." she spat in a mocking tone. "You need to be punished."
Lynzi pulled up another chair. Sandra faced Wendy.

Sandra stretch her legs stiffly straight enjoying the openness of her cunt, silently urging Lynzi to play with her opening and pleasure her further. As Lynzi lowered her back onto her feet her fingers fluttered lightly within Sandra who gasped. Lynzi was aroused by her sound and pushed in further.

She left him, returned to Sandra, whom she kissed, greedy open mouthed, sucking her tongue, licking her lips, nipping her lower lip between her teeth. She led Sandra to stand behind Wendy. As she kissed her again Lynzi lifted Sandra off her feet, cupping her buttocks, stretching them apart.

Lynzi unclipped one of her stockings, slid it over his twitching erection. Wendy felt the warmth of her in every nerve, a dribble of semen trickled into the dark shadowed toe end of the nylon. Lynzi smiled, admiring her perfect timing as well as the shimmering droplets permeating the nylon.

She kissed Sandra’s pussy, then tucked the welt to gather up the fabric. Lynzi slowly slid it over Wendy’s head. Those smells & flavours quickly stiffened him once more, before Lynzi knelt in front of him, took his creamily smeared bulb into her mouth, then stopped as she felt his surge building.

I am no artist but is this perhaps what they mean by foreshortening?

Okay they're not stilettos but they could walk all over you.

Does this tick your box? Perhaps you could reciprocate?

Know what I mean? Sandra will doubtless comment and that will make me feel all the more lascivious.

Not that a short skirt is short on other advantages.

An advantage of a longer pencil skirt is the use of perspective. Everything looks longer and deeper.

Can you lick it? Yes you can.

Wendy recalled her flavour: Sandra remembered the delight of insertion before being fucked. Lynzi left the foot of the stocking inside Sandra as she enjoyed their spent flavours. Lynzi pushed her arse back towards Wendy so he could see into her holes. Finally she withdrew the foot of the stocking.

Lynzi cupped Sandra’s buttocks then dropped in front of Sandra. With business like efficiency she opened Sanda’s cunt feeling for the stocking. Finding and gathering it between her fingers, slowly, deliberately extracting & unravelling it. The aroma of semen & Sandra’s juices permeated the air.