Annette's Barter

As I turned my head, I caught our reflection in the darken screen of the TV. Annette had tilted her head back, allowing her hair to cascade down her shoulders and roll off of her back. She looked like a goddess whom had given herself to me. I took another handful of her ass and she let out a gasp. I released her from my grip and I settled back down on the couch.

Annette dropped the front of her dress down, turned and gave me another shot of her ass by flipping her dress up her back.

"You like my red panties under my pantyhose, Frank? Does it turn you on watching me like this?"

I have to admit, as soon as she placed her heel on the coffee table I had a hard-on and it was getting difficult trying to hide the fact. As I was trying to rearrange things under my pants, Annette tuned back around and caught me in the act.

Blushing, Annette said, "My God Frank! I guess you really do like what you see."

I patted a spot next to me on the couch, "Come over here."

As Annette walked back toward me, I could hear her pantyhose swish as her legs moved back and forth as she walked. She took a seat next to me and I nudged her dress up past her knees.

I leaned over and gave her a kiss on her lips. She responded in kind and eagerly took in my tongue. I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling it back so I could place a kiss or two on her ear lobes. For a second I thought I heard Annette let out an oh-so-soft sigh. I took the back of my hand and brushed back and forth across her breasts ever so slightly. I could feel her nipples even through her bra and dress.

I reached down and my hand found her ankle. I ran my hand up her calf then higher past her knee. Her legs were smooth and my fingers glided along her pantyhose. I continued running my hand up and down her leg, taking in the sensation. Knowing I had no boundaries, I ran my hand up her thigh, taking her dress with me.

Like I told her, it had been a while and in no time I had a rock hard cock straining against my dress pants. I tried moving my hips back and forth to find a spot where the pressure was a bit easier on the old boy.

As I continued to suffer from my problem, I had pushed the hemline of her dress up to her waist. I reached down and took both of her feet and swung them up and over my lap. I continued to rub my hands up and down her legs, all the while her dress kept moving upwards until her bare midriff and the top of her pantyhose were exposed. All this time, Annette never made a sound. I couldn't tell if she was scared, embarrassed, or perhaps enjoying what was happening to her.

As I continued running my hands up and down her legs, I placed my hand in her crotch and quickly discovered her panties were dripping wet. Her wetness had oozed out and had invaded the cotton crotch of her pantyhose. I then knew she was enjoying what was happening to her.

I raised her foot up and removed her high heel. Her toenails were painted a baby blue. I rubbed her toes, taking in their scent. I begun to suck on them all the while as I ran my hand up her calf and to her thigh. Back and forth I would go. I would kiss her toes and then run my hand up her leg as far as I could reach.

Annette begun to move her hips in an undulating motion in sync with my hands as they approached and then retreated from her pussy. She had her breasts in her hands and was making small circles around her nipples even though she still had her dress and bra on.

Then as I ran my hand up the inside of her thighs, she wordlessly spread her legs apart, giving me easy access to her pussy.

It was at this point that Annette could not remain quite any longer.

"Frank. Pull my pantyhose down… Pull my panties down, too."

"Aren't I the one that's suppose to be calling the shots here?"

"Frank!"

"Ok…Annette, pull your pantyhose down a bit."

Annette lifted her ass up and slid her pantyhose down. I stopped her just as the crotch pulled out from between her legs.

"Now your panties, sweetie!"

Before my words bounced around the room, her panties were down and her legs were apart even more.

I reached between her legs and was greeted with a warm gooey mess. I could smell her female essence from her now-exposed pussy which was dripping wet. My fingers slid in and out of her pussy with ease as she twisted about on the couch. I found her clit and began to rub it between my thumb and forefinger. Annette squealed with delight.

"All the way down now Annette, pull your hose and panties all the way down to your feet. That's it, now spread your knees apart, spread them wide!"

Without thought, Annette pulled the garments down and spread her knees apart, exposing all of her womanhood to me.

I could no longer take the pressure my cock was exerting on my pants, so I slid off of the couch and stood beside Annette, still laying there with her dress hiked up to her breasts and naked from the waist down. I looked down at her manicured and trimmed pussy. Her tiny waist enhanced her hips, giving her a sleek toned look of a woman much younger than she was.

"Annette, I want to see you feel yourself up, to explore your body for me."

Her hands reached down past her waist and then stopped for a second or two as though she was thinking about what she was about to do. Then, both hands dropped down onto her pussy. By now, her pussy lips had swollen several times their normal size and they required very little touching to make her moan out loud.

"That's it! Run your fingers in and out. Push them in deep!"

I could see Annette's eyes were closed and she had her lips held together as tightly as she could without breaking the skin.

In a soft voice Annette said, "Frank, in the coffee table drawer. Open it."

I turned around and pulled it open. Inside I found a dildo and a vibrator along with a large tube of K-Y.

"My…my…What do we have here?"

I didn't need any more prompting, and took the vibrator and turned it on. There was no need for the jelly as Annette was just sloppy wet.

I rubbed the vibrator along her trimmed pussy and started working on her clit. It was engorged and stuck out nearly a half-inch. I pinched it between my thumb and the vibrator. She lurched up and squealed again in pleasure.

"Oh…Christ…Inside, put it inside me…Ohhh…Deeper Frank. Ohhh…Sweet Jesus."

Annette's face was red-hot and her breathing intense as I ran the small white monster between her legs and up her honey pot. I could see the lips of her pussy were enflamed, and I laid the vibrator between the two fleshy lips. I constantly moved the vibrator from her pussy to her clit and back, which just drove her more and more crazy with delight.

"Frank! I am going to cum. Ohhh fuck me!" I'm…going…to…"

She grabbed her thighs for a second and then jammed both of her hands between her legs pushing, the vibrator and me out of place. She slammed her knees closed and it seemed she shook ever so slightly, then she just stared into space for a minute or two. Finally, she let go of her death grip she had on her pussy as her knees slowly opened up.

She pronounced, "Oh Jesus Christ! That was unbelievable!

Finally, I just couldn't take anymore of this.

"Annette! Annette!"

She seemed to be in daze, and then she opened her eyes and removed her fingers from between her legs.

"I need you out of that dress. Come stand beside me."

Annette pulled her dress down and tried to regain her composure. After she pulled her pantyhose and panties back up, she slid her heels back on. She stood and moved a few steps toward me.

Still trying to regain her composure she asked, "What would you like me to do?"

"Well, you can un-button the front of your dress for starters."

As Annette released button after button her bra came into view. Her breasts were just barely contained by the lacey thin material. Her nipples had grown large and pressed into the thin nylon. It was clear Annette was getting turned on by this slow strip she was commanded to do. I could tell she was having a hard time with the buttons. I don't know if she was having second thoughts again, now that it was coming down to crunch time. Or perhaps she was still trying to regain her footing after she came on the couch. The last few buttons seemed to take a very long time to pop open. The top of her dress hung loosely over her shoulders. The gold necklace caught some reflections from the candles giving her a mystic look.

I took a few steps and positioned myself behind her. She was so short in stature; I could rest my chin on her head, taking in the perfume of her hair as I did so.

Putting my arms around her waist, I pulled her tight up against me as my head lay across her shoulders. My rock hard cock pushing against my pants took her by surprise. She let out a sigh while she reached behind and pulled at the bulge in my pants.

I run my fingers leisurely up her midriff to finally reach her breasts, still hiding under her lacey red bra. I cupped each firm breast in my hand. She was breathing in short shallow breaths, and I felt each of her hot breaths blowing across my cheek. I released my grip from her breasts and took a step back.

I released two more of the buttons and the dress became baggy and dropped across her shoulders, and I pulled it down toward her waist. I popped the bra's hook and the garment fell from her breasts. It too fell to the floor as it slid down her arms.

I turned her about and begun to play with her breasts. As I rolled her nipples around with my fingertips I could feel her sway with my touch. Even with her heels on, I had to bend down to kiss and suck her nipples. As I continued to caress her, she dropped her hand down to her bush and begun to lightly rub her bush from outside her pantyhose. With each kiss I placed on her breasts, she cooed and gave out small, almost faint, moan.

"Ohhh… Kiss them harder!"

As I ran my mouth from breast to breast, I would stop and gently bite her nipple, dragging my teeth across them. Little by little, it started to push her over the ledge as Annette threw her arms around me, holding me tightly against her body.

She whispered into my ear, "Don't let go of me Frank. Please don't let me go! I'm cumming again."

I could feel her heart pounding in her chest as we stayed locked in our embrace. I could feel the orgasm take over her as it pulsated from her pussy and down to her toes. In a minute it was over and she loosened her grip and dropped her arms.

Now I'm not sure this happened, perhaps it was the music, the moans she was making, or my old ears, but while we were embraced, I thought I heard her say, "I love you." in a almost inconceivably soft tone.

All of this was just too much for me and I could no longer contain my cock pushing against my pants. As Annette stood there wearing nothing by a smile, her pantyhose and high heels, I retreated back to the over-stuffed couch.

"I am sorry Annette. I know this was not part of the barter, but I have to get some relief."

I kicked my shoes off and quickly got out of my pants and boxers. My cock was straight up in the air as I sat back down on the couch. Now I won't be on the cover of Men's Health magazine anytime soon, but I still play with the boys and the old body is in fairly good shape.

Annette's eye grew bigger as they locked onto my manhood.

"I did that to you?" Annette inquired.

"Well hell yes! Who do you think did this?"

"I was told by my ex boyfriend I couldn't excite a man anymore."

"Well what the hell do you call this?" as I pointed down at the hard-on I had between my legs.

"I am telling you right now. I'm about ready to explode! It's been a while since I've been with a woman and with you looking like you do right now, the soft light, and music. Christ, it's a wonder I've lasted this long."

Annette giggled with delight and asked, "Just about anything would make you cum?"

Laughing, "Yeah, I'm on the verge! Perhaps we should cool it a bit to let me calm down. I was hoping to get you into, and out of, some other pantyhose before the clock runs out."

Annette grew a wicked, evil grin on her face; she stepped out of her dress and kicked it aside. Walking closer to me, she positioned her pussy a measly three feet from my face. I saw her hands reach down and gently pull her pantyhose down as she gyrated her hips back and forth in a sultry grinding motion. As her hips moved back and forth, she lowered her panties.

"Oh…Annette…I can't hold it back…"

Embarrassed, yet excited beyond words. I had reached the point something had to give. I had to jerk off or I knew I would explode.

Just as I was about to relieve myself in front of my friend Annette, when she called out, "Frank!"

I looked up and Annette had begun to feel herself. She was grinning ear to ear with delight as she slowly stroked her hole, her eyes transfixed on my cock, its head deep pink with blood. She knew it would be only a few seconds before I could not handle any more of this; she was right!

That was it. The damn broke. In one huge pump, my cock let go and blasted cum high into the air. A warm stream came thundering out and then fell back onto my stomach. Again and again cum shot upwards toward the ceiling with each surge from my cock, only to come back down on me.

"Ah shit! Goddamn it Annette! Look at this! Christ, I' am sorry. I didn't plan on this happening."

As I looked down at an increasing limp dick, I heard Annette's pantyhose waist band snap against her skin.

She took a seat next to me on the couch and placed her hand into mine.

"I suppose we're done aren't we?" I asked.

"You have no idea how this makes me feel, Frank."

"What? How it makes you feel? Damn sweetie, this is embarrassing as hell. Drug companies market pills to keep this from happening.

"No, it's you that doesn't understand this time Frank. You see when you're a woman and you grow older, most of the men decide you don't have what it takes to be sexual. When Paul ran off with that twenty-something…well it just about destroyed my self-esteem. I couldn't get any dates. I tried the bar scene but all that the guys wanted were the young hot chicks. No one wants me, I'm too old."

"I take it Paul was your boyfriend?"

"You mean my ex-boyfriend."

"Okay, your ex-boyfriend. But believe me Annette, you still have it! God you still have it! Those girls at the titty bar can't hold a candle to you!

Annette smiled in appreciation. However, I could see her eyes had started to turn red and swollen. First a few small tears trickled down her cheek then, suddenly she broke into tears.

"Oh…Frank I feel so very alone." she said, crying, as big alligator tears flooded down her cheeks. "He said I was too old. I wasn't good looking anymore and I couldn't get a man's dick hard no matter what I did." she said sobbing, her head held between her hands.

"Look at me Annette. Look up here. Now you listen. Your bright smile can illuminate a room, and those glowing brown eyes just reach out and touch everyone they see. You're smart, perky and hell, just a lot of fun to be around."

"You never mentioned my figure! Didn't you like what you saw? Is there something wrong with the way I look? I wore what you wanted and I did whatever you asked. You never mentioned that. Was it okay what I just did for you?"

"Okay? Christ Annette, it was a hell of a lot better than just okay! Christ, I shot my load just watching you run your hands between your legs. You have a fantastic figure. My God you have legs and breasts any one of those twenty something would kill to have!"

Looking down at a semi-limp cock and my cum-covered stomach, "Here's the evidence! Need I say more?"

I reached over and lifted her head up, "I'll let you in on a secret if you promise not to tell."

"Okay, I promise." A small grin grew upon her face.

"I noticed you the first day you moved in. I really did. I was always hoping to see you in a dress or skirt; I just love a woman's legs, you know. I really wanted to see your legs covered in pantyhose. And this morning, when you got out of your car. I got to see some of your legs. You know what that did to me?"

"No…" Annette said as she ran placed her hands down on her thighs.

"Well let me tell you. I got an instant hard-on with just a quick shot of your figure. Damn, Annette, you're a fine-looking woman. Any man with a working brain would be proud to call you his. I know I would. You know there was many a time, when I was watching a girl at the titty bar, I would close my eyes and make believe it was you undressing for me."

"Did you really? I mean, did you think of me doing that stuff in front of you?"

"Sure did! In fact many a night I went to sleep with you on my mind."

"If we're sharing secrets, I've got one to share, too. I've been drawn toward you since I moved in as well. I'd lay on the couch in the dark, fantasizing about you holding me, touching me, kissing me. Then I would slide open the coffee table drawer…"

Annette smiled and dapped her eyes dry with my shirt.

"Oh, shit I must be a mess! My makeup probably is all messy now."

"Annette, you really don't need makeup, you're beautiful just the way you are." I looked around and said, "Just look at us, I'm butt naked and you're sitting here wearing nothing but a pair of pantyhose and your high heels. What a pair we make."

Annette smiled, and wiped the last few dried tears from her cheek. Then she reached down and picked up the barter contract still laying on the coffee table.

"Did you read this Frank?"

"Yeah, signed it too."

"Did you notice something?"

"I saw you forgot about adding the 'no sex' clause. Guess you forgot about it… overlooked it."

"I didn't forget about it. Frank, you can have me tonight."

She reached over and took my cock into her hands. "You're well-endowed there sweetie!"

As she continued to caress my dick, it soon responded and started to grow. She leaned over my lap and took my manhood into her mouth and gently began sucking. She kneaded my balls softly in her hands. In no time, she managed to harden my dick back up. She began to explore and stroke her new toy as I laid my head back against the couch.

She slowed her strokes and then stopped. She stood and reached out her hand toward me.

"Let's go upstairs to the bedroom and finish this," she said.

"Are you sure? I mean, really sure Annette?

She said nothing, but nodded her head up and down, her hair bouncing in the process.

"Well I guess you can take your pantyhose and high heels off now."

"Perhaps later. You were right, you know. The name brand pantyhose do feel and fit better. I don't have a problem wearing this for you, I see the effect they have. In fact, I could easily start to enjoy this fetish of yours Frank."

"It's not the pantyhose hose or the high heels Annette, it's the woman that's wearing them."

"I guess I'll have to wear them more often so you can enjoy seeing my legs then."

"That's my girl!"

"Am I? Am I really your girl Frank?"

"Yup! You're my girl all right! You're my girl…"