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Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2005 12:59:41 +0000
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Thigh Highs Too Much For Married Man by bombshellwife (Bombshellwife invites you
to catch yourself up to date with her previous stories, visiting with her son
and his friends at college.) Funny how you have flash-backs at strange times. I
was trying to recover from an incredibly hot orgasm and all I could think of was
more! more! My panties were gone, my legs were sweaty and trembling, but I was
insatiable. This night was far from over that much was sure. As I sat and
contemplated my next move, my mind drifted back to my high school days. It was
just after my 18th birthday and my mom had arranged for me to babysit for the
couple next door. I didn't mind at all, I actually liked Rob and Sharon. I even
liked their kids. But I especially liked Rob. Rob and Sharon were in their early
thirties, well built, both worked out all the time. I must admit I used to
fantasize about Rob. I dreamed of him taking me by force, holding me down,
ripping my panties away and having his way with me. I often watched him do yard
work, hoping he would shed his shirt just to get a glimpse of his mountainous
chest. I guess I felt such fantasy was safe because I knew it would never
happen. It was just a school girl crush, but it was still enjoyable. It made me
wet and horny enough to get me through many a lonely night of fingering myself
into fantastic release. This day would be no different. I was to drive over to
their house after church on Sunday, watch the kids for a few hours while they
went to some social thing. No big deal. Maybe subconsciously that was the reason
I dressed the way I did, I'll never know. It was just fun to dress up when Rob
was around. When I was alone in their house I would sometimes pretend he was
married to me... imagining all the things I would do to that body when he got
home from work... all the places his tongue would explore as he tasted every
inch of my young, tanned, submissive body. I remember, because it was the first
time I ever wore thigh highs. Smooth, silky, cream-colored thigh highs with that
sexy, lacy, rubbery grip top. They felt so erotic when I put them on... and the
matching creamy lace thong was just perfect. Just looking at them in the mirror
made me want to play with myself, but I had no time for that. Still, I felt so
sexy in church I just kept crossing and uncrossing my legs so I could hear that
delicious swishing sound. I could feel the eyes of all the young guys staring at
me, even the married ones. Once I even thought I caught the minister trying to
get a glimpse up my dress, and that just made it worse. It only served to fan
the vouyeristic fire that was burning deep within my panties. Finally the
service was over and I headed over to meet up with the kids. When I got there,
Rob emerged from the bedroom in a short muscle shirt and skin-tight work-out
pants. He said Sharon had been at her mother's house for the weekend, and would
be a couple of hours late. I started to go home, but he said to hang out there
and wait, no sense making another trip. His deep voice made my heart skip, he
was so insistent that I stay. My fantasy began to take shape again, there we
were, the perfect little married couple, home alone on Sunday afternoon. We sat
together on the couch and flipped some channels till we finally decided on a
movie. That was when it happened. I noticed Rob looking at my legs. Not glaring
or gawking... just looking, with admiration, as if he felt they were sexy and
was paying me a compliment of sorts. I decided to have a little fun, so I slowly
shifted my position to give him a better view. That was when we crossed the
line, because the moment he saw the top of the thigh highs... he was done for.
It was as if someone had attached a helium tank to the crotch of his shorts and
inflated them to full pressure! I hadn't seen a bulge that size in my life, not
even in my erotic dreams! It was so huge my jaw instinctively dropped and I
stared shamelessly at his groin. "Rob, are you OK?" I asked. I know... pretty
stupid, but I was only 18 and it was all I could think to say. He said he was
fine and tried to ignore it, but I just kept staring, all the while sliding
closer to him on the sofa. With each move my dress inched further toward my
waist and within seconds, without realizing it, my undergarments were completey
exposed from the waist down. As you might have guessed, this didn't help Rob at
all. I could now see his rock-hard cock pulsing with his own racing heart beat,
throbbing to beat the band in those tight little shorts. He tried hard not to
seem flustered, but the closer I got the heavier he began to breathe. Now I knew
I was in charge. I had him! He was within my grasp, this sexy god of a man I had
only dreamed of holding. I slid against him, our hips touching, and tossed one
silky, creamy leg across his. The touch of my satiny hose against his muscular
thigh caused him to moan and he finally gave in to his urge. At last he reached
for my leg, running his hand along the smooth nylon, probing the lacy top first
one thigh high, then the other. My hands were up his shirt feeling his hard
nipples, working their way down toward my dream dick. We went for it at exactly
the same moment. His fingers grabbed my soaking wet panties at the same time I
forced my hand into his pants, freeing his begging member from it's cruel
entrapment. Stroking gently at first I gradually picked up the pace as he pushed
my panties aside and probed my swollen lips. My head fell imediately into his
lap, and I gave a few quick licks across his bulging cock before burying it deep
in my throat. His moans grew louder and made me ache to feel him inside me, but
not yet. I sucked and licked like a wild animal, lightly teasing his balls with
my hooker-red nails, much to his delight. I knew he was about to explode so I
pulled away and stood before him, teasing him further as I stripped like a cheap
whore. Everything came off... everything except the thigh highs and the heels. I
could tell he wanted it that way. He hadn't been able to take his eyes, or his
hands off my firm, seductive legs from the moment he'd seen them. It was his
reward for being such a good boy and pushing his cock in my mouth. I spun around
several times to give him the full view, then backed into him to tempt his
throbbing muscle with my firm, tight ass. He began jacking himself off, more out
of reflex than anything else, but I pulled his hand away and slowly dropped onto
his lap. Two seconds later he was wildly tearing into the lace of my thong with
both hands. For a moment the room spun and I could feel him ramming his HUGE
dick deep inside me as the remains of my once pretty panties were tossed
carelessly onto the floor. The smell of sex and seduction was overwhelming. I
sucked and licked at his neck, his chest, his nipples, anywhere my tongue could
reach as he rhythmically pounded me into the air. Like a rag doll, I was lifted
into the air and flung onto the floor where Rob proceeded to absolutely rip me
in half!!! Violating my young pussy with every ounce of passion and strength he
had. My only memory was that I wished I could spread my legs wider, lift them
higher, and pull him deeper!! I was such an erotic fuck I wanted every inch he
had to give! I don't know how many times I came, exactly, but I remember his
orgasm like it was yesterday. It was the most complete and fulfilling release I
have ever witnessed. I'm not sure how often Rob and Sharon had sex, but it had
obviously been a while. I know because he shot into me with the force of a flesh-
toned rocket booster, again lifting me off the ground and shaking my pelvis to
the very core. I squeezed him as tightly as I could, wanting to collect every
drop inside my hot pussy, wrapping my legs around him like there was no
tomorrow. It went on for a solid minute as he groaned and shuddered himself into
a sweaty puddle of afterglow, collapsing onto my soft,inviting nipples. Then it
was over. He smiled and kissed me, but said very little. An hour later his wife
arrived and we both carried on as if nothing had happened. It wasn't the last
time though, we had a few other adventures I'll share with you later. (Vacation
at the beach!) I remember for the next two weeks Rob wore as big a smile as I'd
ever seen. Especially, he later told me, the next day at work. That Monday he
met Sharon for lunch and as he reached into his jacket pocket for his keys he
felt a soft, sexy, still-moist and highly fragrant pair of thigh-highs. Call it
what you wish. An erotic, seductive tease. A warm, sweet, distant kiss to
brighten his day. Fitting reward for an incredible performance. Spoils for the
victor. Whatever you choose to call it, I know he kept them in his office desk
for a long time, pulling them out occasionally to smell them, to feel them and
remember that special day. It was one of many erotic secrets we shared for many
years. And the best part is...Sharon never suspected a thing. Love, Deann
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