Jeanne slid into the movie seat next to mine and handed me the popcorn. She leaned over and whispered, “Ready for this? I heard the sex scenes were H-O-T. Downright raunchy!”

Then she nipped my earlobe, and I felt the sensation go straight to my dick.

“I heard the same,” I managed to say.

Her hand crept up my thigh toward my straining member, and she whispered, “Who knows? Maybe we’ll get some ideas, lover.”

We’d been dating for almost three years, and there was still never a dull moment with her. The sex was wild. She liked to travel, dance, listen to live music, and then… well, fuck some more. I didn’t believe in perfection, but so far, she’d been the absolute perfect girlfriend.

The movie was fast-paced and bright. It was one of those neon lit, violence-laden, revenge-driven action flicks that made most people sit up and pay attention.

And yes, the screen sex was indeed raunchy, hot and plentiful.

During the scene where the female villain seduces the hero, she was wearing the strangest fishnet stockings I’d ever seen.

“The holes are so big,” I whispered to Jeanne.

She laughed softly, her fingertips walking over my hardening cock. She’d been teasing me with gentle strokes up my leg the whole time. The vision of the tall, buxom brunette on the screen dressed in exotic hosiery and little else — combined with Jeanne’s stroking hand — had my dick mostly erect.

“They’re called fence nets,” Jeanne said.

I winced, thinking she was teasing me.

“No, really,” she added. “See, they look like the openings in a chain link fence.”

And they did.

“Ah,” I said, but my voice ended in a gurgle because she’d drawn my zipper down and slid her cool fingertips inside my fly. She stroked my rod until I gave up the fight and fully unfastened my pants for her.

We always selected spots in the very back, upper left of the theater, and no one ever sat with us. She clasped my freed cock and jerked me off as the villain straddled the hero and rode him to their mutual ecstasy. When they came, I came — shooting my load into a clump of napkins.

Jeanne looked very smug.

An image of the villainous vixen in fence nets was burned into my brain. I couldn’t shake it, and I didn’t want to.

Later, I went online to look for the stockings, and it took me no time at all to find them. I bought ones with big diamond-shaped holes. They were just like those the sexy screen siren wore.

“What’s this?” Jeanne asked when she spotted the package in our lobby mailbox.

“A gift,” I said, snatching the envelope before my girlfriend could.

“For me?” she asked.

“Sort of.”

“Hmm, sort of, you say. Interesting,” Jeanne replied, truly sounding intrigued.

She followed me into our apartment and watched me like a hawk as I searched for scissors to open the package.

“Is it dirty?” she asked, bouncing on her toes.

“Kind of.”

“Wow, you’re a real straight shooter tonight,” she teased.

I slipped the scissor’s blade along the top of the packaging, carefully opening it. My mind kept showing me the stockings, the actors faux fucking and the fence net holes. I slid my hand in and pulled out the smaller plastic bag containing the stockings, which I handed to her.

“Straight shooting: I want you to put on these stockings, seduce me, and then let me fuck you senseless while you wear them,” I said breathlessly.

Her cheeks flushed pink, and then she pulled out the stockings. They unrolled before my hungry eyes.

“I can totally do that, baby,” she whispered.

I let out a long sigh of anticipatory bliss.

My cock was hard and throbbing. I wanted to bury it in her heat. I badly needed to fuck her.

Jeanne and I had been together long enough for her to read my face and know what I was craving. She held up the black stockings and said, “I’ll go put these on.” I attempted to speak, but she held up a hand and cut me off. “You don’t get any input. If you behave, you can come watch me change.”

My mouth snapped shut so fast I think it made a clacking noise, and my steely cock threatened to burst through my pants.

In the bedroom, I could tell she had an idea. Something seriously dirty was percolating in her beautiful head. Jeanne whisked off her tee, jeans and plain white panties. I was ready to take hold of her, turn her around and fuck her right then and there, but she gave me a warning look and I stayed put.

She slipped on high-cut lacy black panties, then a bra that matched. The hosiery went on next, and she tugged the stockings up before sliding her delicate feet into a pair of black heels. I thought I’d die from the sight of her.

She pulled her dark hair up into a sleek, high ponytail.

“Do I look villainous?” she asked coyly.

“Yes — and fucking hot. So fucking hot.”

I thought she’d push me on the bed and straddle me, but instead she went past me to the walk-in closet and came out wearing my old trench coat.

“Let’s go.”

“Go? Where are we going?”

“Wherever I say we go,” she said.

I let out a moan, wanting to peel her out of the coat and her lingerie — and pound her until I came.

She walked out of the room without a second glance.

At the front door, she handed me my car keys and said, “You’re going to drive me around — and behave.”

Behave.

She got in the backseat, which gave me pause. But I went with it.

Our course led us along the long, winding roads near our home. At that time of day, there were very few cars around. Eventually, she demanded I pull over.

On the side of the road, I looked in the rearview as she opened the trench coat. She ran her hands over her breasts and down her belly. As her hand fell below the view allowed by the mirror, I turned and looked over my shoulder. I watched as she then picked at the edges of her stocking like she was plucking at a spider web. The flat of her palm skimmed over the mound of her pussy, and I imagined the crotch of her black panties was moist and smelled of her heat and musk.

She rubbed her mound, and then stroked her clit through the panties. She raised her hips and kept her dark gaze locked on mine. Her finger swirled even faster over her panty-covered clit, her face a mask of pleasure.

And then a car roared past us on the road.

She sat up straight, closed the trench and said, “Drive.”

I drove until we found another secluded spot, and then she had me pull over.

She opened the trench again and tugged her panties to the side. I situated myself to watch her once more and saw her pink pussy lips crisscrossed by the woven strands of the tights. Black slashes across the wet center of my own personal villain.

Jeanne slid a finger inside her cunt. I groaned and watched intently. I wanted to eat her pussy through those threads. I wanted to fuck her through the fence holes.

She read my mind and cooed, “Take me home, lover.”

I’d never been more relieved.

“I wanted to go longer, but I’m horny,” she confessed. “Next time, we’ll do more.”

Next time… the promise of more lit me up inside.

At home, we barely made it to the settee.

“On your knees,” she demanded, shrugging off the overcoat.

I dropped like a stone, yanking at the oversized diamond pattern of the tights. I buried my face against her pussy, nudging her clit through the panties.

She practically snarled and pulled the undies to the side herself. I licked, sucked and swirled my tongue over her drenched pussy. When she came, her juices flooded my mouth, and she pulled my hair so hard that I groaned.

“Step back,” she said breathlessly.

I obeyed.

She did a slow striptease. Shoes, hosiery and panties came off and were all tossed to the side. I was sad to see the hose go, but then she surprised me by tugging them back on and once more sliding her feet into the pumps.

She stood there in her bra, fence nets and heels.

“That’s better,” she said. “Now, are you going to fuck me or am I going to do it myself?”

I couldn’t get my pants off fast enough.

She turned and put her hands on the wall, bracing herself. She spread her legs wide, her calves taut from the heels. She was an amazing spectacle. Sexy and in charge, and if I hadn’t wanted to do her so badly, I’d have probably stood there for a very long time just ogling her.

I got in close, grabbed her hip and slipped my digits beneath the black threads of her hose. Her skin was smooth and hot beneath my fingers. She pushed her ass back, and I jammed my cock between her thighs. Guiding my rod with my free hand, I finally managed to slide into her molten center. I had both hands on her hips, gripping and tugging at the hosiery, while I thrust into her eagerly. I felt the fence net threads rubbing against my cock as I reamed her luscious cunt.

“Rip them,” she said.

“What? No!” I protested.

“Rip them, or we stop,” she panted. “Don’t worry, you can buy me more. In all different colors.”

I didn’t want to rip them, but I kind of did. I grabbed the stockings and tugged. A few of the black strands broke with a soft ping, and then the hole was bigger and my access better.

“There you go,” she said softly.

Jeanne pushed her body back, forcing her drenched pussy to completely engulf my aching member. I held the waistband of her stockings with one hand and her hip with the other. I enjoyed feeling the drag of those threads on my upper thighs as I resumed fucking her. My eagerness had overtaken me, and I knew I was going to climax before too long.

“I’m going to come soon. I’m going to come,” I confessed.

Jeanne pushed her ass back, clenched her internal muscles around me and then she came herself. A rolling wave of spasms milked my cock as her pussy grew tighter and wetter.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned. Three more pumps, and I was done. I let loose and filled her with my cream.

She rested her forehead on the wall and laughed softly before saying, “We should clean up. We have some shopping to do.”

She turned to face me, pulled me close and kissed me hard.

“Shopping?” I asked, catching my breath.

“I need more fence nets,” she whispered. She grabbed my cock and gave it a friendly squeeze. “In all the colors.”