Skintight Love - part 3
story by Anonymous
I don't know what it is about older men that bring out the giggling slutty schoolgirl in me but I'm bursting to tell you about the recent experience I had with another older guy .
I was at the pub with my friends minding my own business when I got talking to
a man called Cecil, this heavy set bloke in his late 50s who recognized me from
when he was a caretaker at my school. There was always something a bit thuggish
and hard about his face. At first I found him a bit boring and wanted to get back
to my friends but he bought me a drink and since I didn't want to appear rude
I entertained this. He told me his life story and what he'd been up to for the
last 12 years since he left the job and asked me what I'd been up to. I told him
that I'd done a bit of dance and drama and other things. He seemed to perk up
more, especially when he asked if dance entailed prancing about in tights. I laughed
and said in a word, yes, in fact, I told him it was worth it just for the tights
and I had built up quite a collection in my time.
'You still dance, then?'
'Not really, my tights and Lycra come in handy for working out, cycling, or even for the odd fancy dress party or Lycra fashion show I like to hold. It's really a lot of fun!'
'So you're a bit of a model now?' he joked.
'Don't encourage me,' I laughed. 'Honestly though you wouldn't believe the kind of people I've had in my Lycra...once there's a camera, people and lots of tights and Lycra costumes...it's been a full-time job to get some of the more respectable introverted people I know to hand back their costumes in one piece when they've done. Last Christmas I spent an hour trying to persuade one of my friend's dad's to take off my sisters pink unitard before he went home. It was so tight I was scared it would split. Anyway, he would only get changed once he persuaded me to share a long slow and passionate Christmas kiss in the bathroom. I'm so glad no-one came in, especially his son. It would have been quite a sight to see me in my blue leotard, shiny black tights, blue PVC boots and my red copper wig with my hands on this middle aged guys pink unitard arse, snogging him madly, let alone his big erection rubbing off against me!'
Cecil looked at me deeply. Maybe I shocked and offended him.
'You sound like you enjoyed it.'
'To be honest I was so out of it, so into the party, that if had asked me to finger my arsehole and suck his dick through his unitard I would have squatted before him like a shot.'
By now my friends were motioning to go. I looked at Cecil. He smiled.
'Do you want another drink?'
I looked at my friends who were about to leave then at Cecil. I sensed something in him. I grinned cheekily and went over to my friends. Cecil watched as I said goodbye to them and watched them leave. I then returned back to Cecil.
'Actually I'm going to a fancy dress party soon. Do you think you could suggest something?'
'Why don't you come back with me, I'm sure we can arrange something.'
I beamed.
Just over two hours later we were in my bedroom reinacting my Christmas day scene, him packed into a skintight shiny pink unitard and me in my blue leo and tights, kissing passionately, so wildly that my copper bobbed wig almost slipped off my face! I couldn't keep my hands off his smooth shapely and voluptuous arse. Fucking hell I didn't know what I wanted to do the most, have him spread his encased arse on my face or me squat on his nose and rub my tight leotard arse frantically on his face! I pushed him back onto the bed and kissed him madly as we rubbed our Lycra crotches together. 'Fucking hell, Leo, this feels so good. I can't believe it!'
'Please call me, Polly, Cecil, please!'
'Yeah, Polly, shag me! Shag me through your tights!'
'Yeah! Yeah, Cecil! That what you want? Shag you! You want me to shag you! I'll shag you alright you dirty fucking shit! I'll shag you all fucking night! I tell you now, Cecil, dearest, before the night is out, I want your cock in my mouth, on my cock, up my arse and your cum all over my leotard stomach, chest, arse and down my throat! I fucking love tights...and I want your cum all over them.' I started to speak like a sissy now. 'I love them evere so much...shiny, shiny tights!'
We rubbed, bucked and grinded each other so vigorously, our groans and moans competing to be the loudest. I pushed his legs to his chest, took off my leotard and ground my tights encased crotch between his encased balls and arsehole.
'I love the way you say tights, it really turns me on...I've never done anything like this before!'
'Get used to it! Tights! Tights TIGHTS! TIGHTS! TIGHTS! Or, as they call them in the US, PANTYHOSE, PANTY-HOSE, PANTYHOSE!'.
We then changed positions and Cecil was between my crotch, this time sniffing my arsehole through my glimmering tights! I pulled up the waistband as far as it would go, just beneath my chest to feel the full effect of his kisses and tounging.
When my friends had left before Cecil revealed that he was a caretaker on a council
estate not far from where I lived and said that he was lonely and he'd love to
be at my next Lycra fashion show. Feeling slutty, I asked him that if he could
come back with me tonight he could model some things. He told me he had a thing
about tights and used wore them under his work clothes, he even found used pairs
at the schools he worked at and used to wear them at home when his wife was out
and wank in them with another pair over his head. There was something incredibly
pervy and depraved about his delivery and honesty that made me want to take his
hand right there and then and push it down my jeans and ask him to fingerfuck
me in the pub and look into my eyes but instead I said, 'Have you ever been with
another man?' 'No.', 'In tights?', 'I've always wanted to...I've been hard for
the past hour since you told me about you wearing tights.'
Back at home after our kissing session I got up and applied a fresh layer of lipstick I grinned at him in the mirror and asked him to stand facing the mirror, while I squatted down and sucked his big fat dick through his pink unitard, all the while looking up at him with a mouthful of cock and an innocent expression in my eyes, defying him not to drench my lips with creamy frothy hot cum. I moaned and moaned as I sucked him, pausing only to smile and tell him that I loved him, or how I much I loved his spandexed cock, or how I we would dress as schoolgirls and I'd fuck him up his arse through his tights. And now here we were.
'That's it honey, you keep worshipping my tights arsehole, and if you're good I might let you wear them or put them over your face!'
'Yeah, Polly, yeah, I'm so lucky...I'll do anything you want...anything!'
I grabbed a pair of black stockings from the bedside chair and pulled one over
his face and one over mine. I couldn't get over how his distorted and smooth expression
really turned me on. He looked like such a butch and hunky thug, but one whose
body was covered in pink Lycra. We kissed again, nylon mouth, on nylon mouth,
our lips caressing each other so passionately, the smooth friction sending shivers
down my spine as I wanked him off. Then I knelt down before him and gazed at him
as I sucked his prick through his Lycra through my stockinged face.
'You and me, honey, you and me...' I oozed, as I spoke in a soft sissy whisper. 'Before you leave here not only will you come on my face...but you'll stick your prick hard up my pantyhosed arse as I hoist my waistband up tight to my chest and tell you every single dirty truth you've always wanted to hear. You know its what we want, Cecil. Our eyes met through our nylon veils. 'If there's ever a time I want my stockinged mouth soaking with your cum it's now...it's fucking now!'
It was then that he blasted my stocking mouth with hot cum as he yelled, 'Oh Polly, I'm coming, yeah...I love you!' I grinned triumphantly as I prepared him to lie back on the bed as I straddled him for a riding session which inevitably led to my arse being impaled on his cock as I bobbed frantically up and down crying, 'I'm riding you, I'm fucking riding you...', until he piped more jets of spunk up my arse.
That night I grinned contentedly as I lay in his arms and curled up, still wearing our stained damp things. I was so proud of myself.
Story posted by Anonymous
on Wednesday, July 13, 2005 @ 03:54:48 PDT
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