We all had plans for later that evening with most of the woman joining their husbands/boy friend’s for a night of partying. Our little get together was for a few drinks and hors d’oeuvres. The first picture is of some of the woman in front of the Christmas tree. No, the woman in the middle is not without pants or a skirt. She is wearing a pair of leggings with opaque tights underneath. She also had a long sweater which gave her a much better appearance when it was on!

The evening was a bit rainy and whoever arrived first must have either voluntarily left their shoes in the foyer or was asked to. As others arrived, seeing the collection of shoes in the foyer, they left theirs there as well. Given the fact that the home had highly polished hardwood flooring and that we were all wearing high heels, it is quite possible that shoes off was requested to protect the flooring. No matter, as you know if you have read any of my previous stories, other women padding about in stocking feet always has an effect on me.

Cheryl and I were not in this photo as we each arrived a bit later. By the time we had arrived the party had moved upstairs. The second photo is of Cheryl and I sitting on a couch having a bit of libation. Yes I am drinking a vodka martini and Cheryl a scotch and water. For those of you who may be wondering, Cheryl and I behaved at the party. Here is the picture that I just described.

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Cheryl and I had decided earlier in the week that we would go out to dinner after the pre-party get together and ring in the New Year back at my house. As the party was drawing to a close Cheryl and I wished everyone a happy New Year and made our way to an Italian restaurant for dinner.

At the party Cheryl and I drank very modestly, just one drink each. Upon arriving at the restaurant we sat at the bar while we waited for our table and we each had another cocktail. Soon our table was ready and we sat down to a very enjoyable dinner and shared a bottle of red wine, which always heightens my sexual feelings. Cheryl found it quite amusing to stir up my libido during dinner. She slipped off a shoe and proceeded to run her toes up and down my leg and very close to my vagina. I could not return the favor as I had worn a pair of boots. Finally after much begging and pleading she stopped out of fear that we would be asked to leave if things got too out of control. We maintained our composure finished dinner, paid the bill and left.

It was a short ride back to my house. As we entered, we put down our purses and I took Cheryl’s coat and along with my own, hung it up. I turned back to Cheryl and she gave me a sly smile and said “I bet you want me to take off my shoes and spend the evening in my stocking feet?” I smiled and replied “perceptive aren’t you! Now take them off or I’ll do it for you!”” Yes mam” she replied and with a laugh pushed down the backs of her sling backs and slipped them off. Once done she said “satisfied now?”Giggling I replied,” Satisfied, not even close, but my panties are damp!” I then removed my boots and we padded into the living room. Once seated, I asked what she might like to drink. We both settled on a brandy. I poured us each a snifter. This was not an evening that needed alcohol to loosen our inhibitions; we had long ago decided where this evening was going.

A few sips of brandy and our tongues were playing. Our feet were engaged and our fingers were exploring. Cheryl’s finger nails were making small circles around my hard nipples. I was becoming more aroused. My hand had found its way under Cheryl’s dress and was heading for her vagina. She smiled as I discovered that not only was she wearing thigh high stockings like I was, unlike me, she was commando as well. As my hand went further I realized that she too was more than a bit damp. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom.

As we were undressing she suggested that we both keep our stockings on as she, like me, found it erotic to make love in stocking feet. We undressed, pulled back the covers and found our way into each other’s arms. The kissing became more intense and our fingers began exploring each other’s vagina. She began to lick and nibble my breasts. As I became more aroused and wetter as well, she laid me back on a pillow, parted my legs and using her stocking covered toes brought me to the edge. As she was doing this I took her other foot and sucked on her stocking clad toes. Being a good hostess, I retrieved a dildo from the nightstand and plied her warm wet vagina with it being careful, she said mean, not to allow her to achieve climax. As we were now both in a high state of sexual arousal we positioned ourselves so that we could pleasure each other with our tongues. Our hard clitorises we nibbled and licked, our tongues searched the inner depths of our virginal cavities. We each greedily drank each other’s juices, but always stopping short of allowing a climax to be reached. By this point we were both keenly aware of the others need to climax. To satisfy our desire, we used a two headed strap-on dildo. We gently inserted it into each other’s vagina and proceeded to push it deeper and deeper and harder and faster. As the grandfather clock in the hall way rung in 2014 we simultaneously achieved long and powerful climaxes. We continued our love making for another hour or so repeating much of what we had done previously only this time bringing each other to climax multiple times. Exhausted we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

There was no three AM wake-up from Cheryl as there was in our post Christmas evening. We awoke around eight AM and went to the shower. A long warm shower stirred our bodies and we did find the energy to arouse each other orally. Cheryl had brought a change of clothes and we spent a very relaxing day at home. Below are two pictures of Cheryl and I on New Year’s day. The first picture is of Cheryl having a cup of coffee in the morning and the second is of me relaxing with a glass of wine.