Stuck in the Pantyhose

The elevator lurched and froze between the eighth and ninth floors. The lights flickered, leaving only a dim bulb overhead. I was leaning against the wall, and there she was—Marina. My ex, the one I hadn't seen in almost a year. Her eyes locked onto me instantly, dark and hungry, like she'd been waiting her whole life for this exact moment.

"No fucking way..." she whispered, biting her lower lip. Her fingers nervously gripped her purse strap. "You. Here. Now."

I stepped closer without a word. The air in the cab went thick, hot. She was in a tight black dress and sheer black pantyhose that hugged her thighs so snugly I could see every muscle underneath. Those pantyhose always drove me insane. I remembered tearing them open before, the way she moaned when the nylon bit into her skin.

Marina didn't look away. Her tits were rising faster.

"I... I've been dreaming about this for so long," she breathed out, her voice trembling. "About being trapped with you again. No one to interrupt. But I kept my mouth shut. I was scared you'd think I was crazy."

"I never thought that," I said low, almost touching her lips. My hand landed on her waist. "You were always my dirtiest fantasy, Marina."

She gasped when my fingers slid lower, over her smooth thigh. The pantyhose were warm from her body heat. I ran my palm up, under her dress, feeling the nylon rustle softly against my fingers. She pressed back against me, her ass nestling against my already rock-hard cock.

"Touch me..." she whispered. "I wanted you to touch me here so bad. In these pantyhose. Don't take them off. Just... rip them if you have to."

I didn't wait. My fingers found the edge of her panties beneath the hose and pushed them aside. She was already soaked. Her hot, slick pussy burned against my fingers. Marina moaned when I pushed two fingers inside her, slow and deep.

"Oh, fuck..." she gasped. "Deeper... yeah, just like that. I've been dripping for five minutes since I saw you."

I twisted my fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. With my other hand, I hiked her dress up higher, revealing her delicious ass wrapped in black nylon. The pantyhose gleamed in the dim light. I dragged my tongue along her neck, biting her skin while she ground her hips, riding my hand.

"I want your cock in my mouth," she suddenly breathed out, turning to face me. Her eyes were shining. "Right now."

She quickly unbuttoned my pants. My thick cock sprang free, already slick with precum. Marina dropped to her knees right on the cold elevator floor. Her lips wrapped around the head, her tongue swirling around the ridge. She sucked greedily, deep, swallowing me almost to the base. Saliva ran down her chin, dripping onto her pantyhose.

"Mmm... so fucking tasty..." she moaned, pulling off for a second to catch her breath. "I missed your dick, you know? The way it stretches my throat."

I grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth. The elevator swayed slightly from our movements. She gagged but didn't stop, tears streaming from her eyes, pure pleasure in them. I watched her hand slide between her legs, rubbing her clit through the pantyhose.

"Stand up," I ordered hoarsely. "I want to fuck you."

Marina rose, turned around, and braced her hands against the wall. I hiked her dress up to her waist. The pantyhose were already soaked between her legs. I didn't bother taking them off. I just tore the nylon right down the middle—a loud rip echoing through the cab. She gasped with pleasure.

"Yes... rip them harder," she moaned. "I want to feel them tearing while you fuck me."

My cock pressed against her hot slit. I slammed in with one sharp thrust, all the way to the hilt. Her pussy was tight, wet, gripping me like a vice. Marina screamed with pleasure as I started pounding her hard and fast. Skin slapping against skin, her moans, my heavy breathing—all mixed together.

"Fuck me... harder!" she screamed. "I'm your slut... always was. Cum inside me, you hear me? I want your sperm in my pussy."

I grabbed her hips, digging my fingers into the nylon that still clung to her legs. Every thrust made her rise onto her tiptoes. I rubbed her clit with my fingers until she started trembling. Her pussy clamped down around my cock, and she came first—loud, long, arching her whole body. Hot juices ran down my balls.

I couldn't hold back. A few more powerful strokes—and I shot thick, hot cum deep inside her. She felt every pulse, moaning and squeezing me from within, milking me dry to the last drop.

We froze, panting hard. The elevator suddenly jerked and started moving again. Marina slowly turned around, smiling at the torn pantyhose, at the cum dripping down her thigh.

"You know..." she whispered, kissing me on the lips. "I pressed the stop button on purpose. Dream came true."

"Then at the next floor, we're going to my place," I replied, smoothing her dress down. "Those pantyhose aren't torn enough yet."