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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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