Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2022 13:40:18 +0100 From: martin radcliffe Subject: A Tights Situation... This happened a few years back now, but the memory of it remains vivid in my mind. I was housesitting for my brother and his wife- they lived in quite a remote area. An area popular with tourists in the summer months but this took place in February, so things were far quieter. My lifelong obsession with tights- pantyhose, if you will- was nearing one of its many peaks. I was in the habit of going for walks wearing a pair of opaque tights- which just offered a hint of transparency. I am tall with long legs and a tight, firm bottom. I would experience a delicious thrill every time a car passed me- more so, if I met a fellow walker. A thrill combined with a sense of glorious shame and embarrassment.. Neither eventually was common in February- which rather added to the fun. It was early evening as I recall, and being February the light was beginning to fade on what had been a cold and crisp day. A car passed as I walked along a remote stretch of road, coming from behind me. I imagined the driver being outraged at my attire "Look at that bloody fairy" kind of thing, though I was well aware there was a good chance they may not even have noticed. A few minutes later I saw a car coming towards me- the same car no less, the driver looking at me quite intently. An old guy. I now begin to feel a strange sense of vulnerability- hard to describe quite why but I rather liked it. I gave my nylon encased balls and cock a quick stroke. Mmmm... Another car approached from behind and passed me- the same car again! My heart was now racing- I envisioned this guy being so offended that he was going to tell me off or something. I rounded a gentle curve in the road, and there pulled over by the roadside was that very same car again. I made up my mind to walk briskly by, brazen the situation- such as it was- out. I passed the car- I'd done it, no harm done. Then a voice "Hi there- I thought it was you" I whipped round and saw that it was the guy from the local village shop."Oh hi" - I could barely speak. "Get in" he said "you're a long way from home". Meekly, dumbly I got in his car- don't know why. He was a man in his sixties, stocky in build with a greying beard. It seemed he eyed for an age as I sank into the car seat- probably just a few seconds. "Nice day" I said- the age old English tactic of diverting with the weather. It did'nt work. "I like your tights". "Th-th-thank you" I stuttered out. "They really suit you" he went on, now distinctly leering I thought. Awkward silence... "Can I touch them?" Without waiting for a reply his hand went to my thigh, squeezing it firmly then running his hand along the length of my upper leg. Involuntarily I closed my eyes and let out a little whimper. His hand went to my cock and squeezed, "Yes..." I moaned. I opened my eyes to see his face close to mine- in an instant his lips were on mine, probing with his tongue. This went on for some time, when he took my hand and placed it on his cock- already exposed to the cool air. He was big, and soon got bigger as I stroked him. HE pulled from my mouth and we both sat mesmerized as I wanked him. "Give him a kiss" he said- part command it seemed like. Idid as instructed, leaning over and kissing his cock head and slit. "Suck daddy" he said. Again I did as ordered- taking his gorgeous shaft as deep as I could. I had to come up for a gasp of air, he grabbed my face and kissed me roughly. I broke away "I want your cum" I said, surprised at my wantonness. Soon I was rewarded with a delicious, salty load- beautiful in it's acridity. I swallowed every drop. Needless to say the rest of my house sitting trip was a lot of fun with my new lover. Hope you enjoyed this first attempt. Any and all feedback is welcome xx