The kisses to my inner thighs felt incredible. Before he moved on, he sat back from me, fumbling with his belt and fly. All his belt equipment fell to the ground and he pulled his big cock out of his underwear. He took my leg back of his shoulder and rubbed his cock against the hose and my foot. He watched intently as he traced his dick up my leg. When he was close, he started to rub it between my legs. It felt so good to have him so close to being inside me.

Now his face was buried in the hose and my pussy. His hot breath through the flimsy fabric drove me wild. He groaned and, before I realized what he was doing, he ripped a massive hole in the crotch. Instantly, his mouth was back, sucking on my clit and pushing his tongue inside me.

After going down on me and making me cum, he asked if I was ready to be fucked. I felt like I had never been as ready and begged him to. He got up and sat on the bench, pulling me up onto his lap. My thighs around him, he pulled my breasts out of my shirt, and I adjusted my hips so his hard cock slid into me. "Fuck that tight pussy feels good," he growled in my ear. His hands on my ass, he started to guide me up and down.

For a second, I thought about what we must look like outside like this. His uniform pants around his ankles, my skirt around my waist, fucking and moaning with my tits in his face.

"FUCK," he exclaimed and pulled my ass up hard to pull out so he could cum on the pantyhose on my stomach.

We sat there, kissing and catching our breath for a moment. He asked me to take off the hose so he can keep them and we walked back out to our cars.

He asked me to dress the same for every meeting. I came to love getting ready for him and appreciate my new kink, too.