theface
03-20-2003, 8:10 AM
Marilyn was two years older and about two inches taller than I. We met at the lake and became romantically involved. As was the custom of all the girls back then, every date meant she had a dress or skirt and blouse and heels on, with a bra, slip, girdle or panty girdle and stockings under. Very sexy when we played and often we would wrestle around on the sofa or in the car, or even on the floor at her house. Somehow, she always ended up on top. Her “victory” position was to move forward so her knees squeezed my head and her dress or skirt and slip was over my mouth, as she pretended to gag me with them. It drove me nuts!!
We progressed to some heavy petting. Marilyn would sit on my chest and reach behind her and rub me while holding her skirt and slip down over my mouth with one hand. As much as I bucked and bolted, she would laugh and keep rubbing, yet never allow me to cum this way. I went home with “blue balls” many nights, wondering when she would finally complete the game. I was soon to find out.
We had stopped for a light dinner when Marilyn asked that I stop at a local lingerie store and come in with her while she made a purchase. I did, and she purchased a black half slip, and made me pay for it! I was startled and embarrassed, but excited as well. We drove to her house and she asked me to go to the basement with her. There, alongside the laundry chute was a large chest, about 5 feet long. Marilyn unbuttoned her blouse and slowly removed it, revealing a white bra. She unzipped her skirt and stood in a white half slip and heels. I was in awe. Slowly, she removed the slip and slid on the black half slip I had just bought.
She pointed to the chest and told me to lay down. I did, not really knowing what was next, but eager to find out. Marilyn slowly straddled me facing my face and moved forward until her slip covered my face. Her white panty girdle was visible in the semi darkness and I was almost in heaven, Then quickly she pressed down with her full weight and I felt like an electric shock went through my body. My first facesitting. After what seemed like hours and as my attempted breathing and squirming increased, she rose and told me not to move. She turned around and sat down again, with her girdle clad ass tightly against my face, her slip over my head. I felt my lungs bursting but I also felt something else…her tugging at my belt as she opened my pants. Marilyn then wrapped what I later found to be her white half slip around my rigid member and stroked me mercilessly. I couldn’t breathe yet I didn’t seem to care. As soon as I came, she rose up a few inches and allowed me a few breaths of air. Then more facesitting followed.
The next year was filled with facesitting almost every night. She added unusual touches like ropes to the chest to tie my hands and feet so I couldn’t get up, and sometimes wore an open bottom girdle, and forced me to eat her before she would touch me. Sometimes even in a dress with my head under it for the entire time we were there. I sure miss her…. Any wonder I love facesitting by women in slips, skirts and dresses?
We progressed to some heavy petting. Marilyn would sit on my chest and reach behind her and rub me while holding her skirt and slip down over my mouth with one hand. As much as I bucked and bolted, she would laugh and keep rubbing, yet never allow me to cum this way. I went home with “blue balls” many nights, wondering when she would finally complete the game. I was soon to find out.
We had stopped for a light dinner when Marilyn asked that I stop at a local lingerie store and come in with her while she made a purchase. I did, and she purchased a black half slip, and made me pay for it! I was startled and embarrassed, but excited as well. We drove to her house and she asked me to go to the basement with her. There, alongside the laundry chute was a large chest, about 5 feet long. Marilyn unbuttoned her blouse and slowly removed it, revealing a white bra. She unzipped her skirt and stood in a white half slip and heels. I was in awe. Slowly, she removed the slip and slid on the black half slip I had just bought.
She pointed to the chest and told me to lay down. I did, not really knowing what was next, but eager to find out. Marilyn slowly straddled me facing my face and moved forward until her slip covered my face. Her white panty girdle was visible in the semi darkness and I was almost in heaven, Then quickly she pressed down with her full weight and I felt like an electric shock went through my body. My first facesitting. After what seemed like hours and as my attempted breathing and squirming increased, she rose and told me not to move. She turned around and sat down again, with her girdle clad ass tightly against my face, her slip over my head. I felt my lungs bursting but I also felt something else…her tugging at my belt as she opened my pants. Marilyn then wrapped what I later found to be her white half slip around my rigid member and stroked me mercilessly. I couldn’t breathe yet I didn’t seem to care. As soon as I came, she rose up a few inches and allowed me a few breaths of air. Then more facesitting followed.
The next year was filled with facesitting almost every night. She added unusual touches like ropes to the chest to tie my hands and feet so I couldn’t get up, and sometimes wore an open bottom girdle, and forced me to eat her before she would touch me. Sometimes even in a dress with my head under it for the entire time we were there. I sure miss her…. Any wonder I love facesitting by women in slips, skirts and dresses?