It had been the perfect date. Great food, great show, and a stroll down the street window shopping afterwards. I didn't want it to end, so when Brett invited me up for a nightcap, I took him up on it, tingling in anticipation of what may happen!

He brought me a short glass of the smoothest white wine I had ever tasted, and after swallowing it in estacy, I looked up to see passion darkening Brett's eyes as he leaned over and kissed me.

After tasting his wine on the lips, he carefully put our glasses down and then did something I wasn't expecting... he started kissing my legs through my stockings! He worked his way slowly up to my inner thighs, leaving a trail of burning desire in its wake, I could feel my womenhood getting wet in anticipation of his tongue on my core. When he finally slid my skirt up all the way he found I wasn't wearing panties under my fishnets, and he sighed "Oh baby, let me see if I can get my tongue in through your stockings..." and proceeded to lick and probe me getting me hotter and wetter with each stroke of his masterful tongue...