I got dressed up for a date. I started by putting lotion on my legs, to get them soft for the stockings, and then I gathered each one of the legs with my thumbs until I was at the toes, before stepping into them, pulling them up over my calves, knees and snuggly fitting them to my thighs. They were silky, just as I had hoped they would be, and then I pulled my skin-tight dress over my head, pulling it down my waist and tugging at the bottom, as to get it below the elastic band of my stockings. I was ready for my date. The date went well. We talked, laughed, shared stories and basically got to know each other. It was a wonderful first date. One that I had hoped would finish in my bedroom, but instead he walked me to the front door and said good night, with the hopes of a second date. So, here I am, all worked up and wet, in need of an orgasm and I am more than frustrated. You can hear how wet I am, and when I pull the toy out of a drawer, my pussy is able to take it without lube. That’s how much cream my pussy has already created. I take it sitting down, but then I bend over to give you a much better view of how my lips tightly grip a dick. Wish this were you? Maybe you should be my next “first” date. *wink*