It was a secret between us, the way Selena moved in those high heels and stockings. Her body swayed to a rhythm only she could hear, accentuating every curve and line. It was mesmerizing, and I couldn't help but watch her as she made her way towards me.
The studio was Heaven On Heels, as always. The setting was perfect for our rendezvous - soft lighting, sensual music, and an aura of intimacy. Selena stepped into the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She smiled at me, her lips painted a deep red that matched her nails.
"Selena," I breathed, my heart racing in anticipation.
She walked towards me, her hips swaying side to side, hypnotizing me with each step. She stopped inches away, our bodies almost touching. Her breath was warm on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"I know you like high heels and stockings," she purred, running her hands up and down her thighs, over the nylon material of her stockings. "I'm here to show you just how good they can feel."
And with that, she sank to her knees between my legs. Her hands moved to my crotch, slowly pulling down my pants and underwear. I held my breath as she revealed my hardened cock, gleaming in anticipation.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered, leaning in closer. Her warm breath fanned across the head of my cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
She took me in one hand, slowly stroking me from base to tip. I gasped as she circled the head, teasing and taunting me. And then, she leaned forward and took me into her mouth, covering me with her warm, wet tongue.
Selena bobbed her head up and down, taking more of me into her mouth with each pass. Her eyes never left mine, connecting us in a primal dance of desire. I gripped her hair tightly, holding onto the only thing keeping me grounded in this erotic haze.
She pulled away momentarily, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. Then, she stood up, still holding my cock. She swayed her hips from side to side, the motion causing my cock to slide in and out of her grasp.
"Do you like that?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
I nodded, unable to speak.
She placed my cock between her high heels, rubbing it against the leather and nylon. It was a sensation unlike anything I'd ever felt before. The friction, the anticipation, the power she held over me... it was all too much.
"Cum for me," she commanded, her voice like honey.
And I did. I exploded, shooting ropes of cum onto her high heels and stockings. She grinned, her eyes twinkling with delight.
"Now, that," she said, "was a performance worth watching."
