Lynzi Z
@lynzinylon.bsky.social
Lover of fine lingerie, selfies, shoes, sensuous scents, seamed stockings and negroni.
She dressed first to look good, second to feel good, third to attract attention, unless she was in one of her lust fuelled moods Then her pecking order reversed, although she found she could maintain her original standards & simply behave provocatively to attract the attention she & her body craved
She anticipated his return as she slipped off her skirt, feeling her warm wet readiness as she kicked off her shoes. She wondered if she should start without him, rubbing her thighs together, squeezing them firmly so their pressure excited her. She was ready to begin, then she heard him approach.
He waited to leave, desperate to watch her put on her stockings, insisting that she wear a blouse but not panties. She dutifully obliged, hypnotising him with teasing glimpses of her vulva.
#sinfulsunday I'm not sure anyone knew as I knelt at the altar rail, I confessed to my sins but feel no penitence.
Some time since I slipped my newly waxed legs into a pair of tights, to feel the soft sheer fabric squash the plump ripeness of my hair shrouded vulva. Although nylon stockings, a tight thong pulled into my slippery cleft is preferred, or just no panties at all & the wicked foraging of a finger tip.
A rainy morning made slingback a little high risk, then the sun came out and I felt vindicated.
Lynzi felt a sense of longing as Sandra straightened her clothing & reapplied her lipstick. From feral passion they quickly slipped back into their professional and more straight laced persona's. "Who is my first meeting with?" asked Lynzi tidying the chaos on her desk. "It's Will!" Sandra informed
Sandra quivered once more as Lynzi's fingers opened her, pressed over sensitive parts with tantalising alacrity then plunged into her spreading rhythmically as she contracted around them. Sandra could now feel the deep pulsing electric hum building deep with her pelvis, it grew and grew inexorably.
I'm looking forward to an opportunity to layer my nylon, once autumn truly arrives.
Sandra held her breath as Lynzi's tongue pushed between the sticky folds, slithering in, down, parting them. Sandra could feel its tip probe deeper. Instinctively she reached forward with her hands guiding Lynzi, gently pressing on the back of her head. "Oooh!" she gasped, Lynzi withdrew her tongue.
Thursday became trouser day. Friday is once again fully fashioned.
I've gone for a less air hostess look today, got a bit sick of people asking me for scratch cards.
Sandra held the hem up pushing her pelvis towards Lynzi, who bent down as her fingers played with the bulbous mounds either side. Sandra's labia emerged, Lynzi kissed them gently in a series, rising up to the apex and down to the perineum. Her tongue traced a line along the still adherent folds.
I wore trousers for the first time in weeks today, CEO is a bit of a lech'. I don't like to give him any ideas other than work related ones.
Early meeting with CEO, hopefully Sandra has me a coffee waiting when I get back to the office.
Lynzi picked up her panties, unravelling then inspecting them. She felt the starchy lace rubbing it between her fingers. All the while Sandra watched with interest, waiting to see what Lynzi would do. "Is this all you have?" she asked bringing the panties closer. Sandra pushed back her chair.
Once she'd had her breakfast Lynzi felt ready, despite her excitement she drove without haste. Enjoying the world passing by, the sun on her smiling face and the wind in her hair. She tried not to anticipate too much what might lie ahead, nevertheless she tingled with expectation. Finally she parked
Lynzi woke, feeling calm for the first time in days. Having showered she recalled vividly the events of the previous day & evening. She smiled as she soaped her bush with care, taking a not indecent amount of time over ensuring she was clean. As she dried herself she combed her pubic hair.
