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My friend’s mum’s tights.
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When I was about 12 years old, I was at my friend Steve’s house. We were
upstairs listening to some music and his mum was in the garden. There
was a call from the window, and Steve looked out to see his mum calling
him down to give her a hand.
“Back in a minute” he said, and set off into the garden.
After about 5 minutes I needed a pee, so got up and glanced out of the
window. Steve and his mum were busy doing something in the garden, and I
headed to the bathroom.
On the way back, I noticed that the door to Steve’s parents’ room was
open. Peeking through the doorway I could see some of his mum’s clothes
strewn on the bed. I wanted to go in and have a closer look, but knew
Steve would be back any minute. So I rushed back to his room and glanced
out of the window again. Steve and his mum were still outside, so I
thought I’d take a chance and have a nose.
My heart was racing as I stepped into his mum’s bedroom. I knew I’d get
into trouble if I was caught. His mum had obviously come in from work
and got changed. Her work clothes were tossed on top of the bed. She’d
worn a cream sheer blouse and straight black knee length skirt that day.
Next to them were a beautiful patterned cream bra and matching high leg
knickers, and finally her tights were thrown on top.
My hand went to the blouse and my fingertips touched the sheer material,
sending electricity along my hand as I brushed my fingers across it.
Bending down I took a deep breath and drank in the smell of Steve’s
mum’s perfume that lingered on the material. I picked up the bra and
held it up to the light which lit the soft lace and highlighted the
beautiful pattern that must have showed through her blouse that day. The
tights were so sheer and a lovely nude shade that must have given her
legs a sheen of perfection.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I so desperately wanted to take her
clothes, but knew that it would be too obvious and they would be missed.
I stood there trying to decide if I should take something...
Suddenly there was a noise, and panicking I rushed out of the bedroom
thinking that Steve had come back. But looking around, there was nobody
there. I popped back into Steve’s room and looked out of the window
again. His mum was still directing him in the garden. So I decided to
risk another look at his mum’s things.
As I was going into her room, I noticed the bin, and sitting inside was a
pair of tights that had been thrown out. I froze in my tracks and knew I
wanted those tights, but was so worried that Steve’s mum would notice
they were gone and start asking embarrassing questions. After what
seemed like a lifetime, I made my decision, they had been thrown out and
nobody would care if I took them. I grabbed the tights, stuffing them
into my pocket without even looking at them. Then, with my treasure
safely hidden I went back to Steve’s room and waited for him to return,
and my pulse to slow down.
All I could think about was wearing those tights. I was desperate to get
home and try them on. I had occasionally worn tights in drama at school
or dressing up when I was very young, but I’d never had my own tights
before. The excitement was almost unbearable, and I could feel myself
tingling with anticipation.
Not waiting for Steve to reappear, I went downstairs and told Steve and
his mum that I needed to get home for dinner, then rushed back to our
house, and went straight to the bathroom, locking the door carefully
behind me.
I pulled the tights out of my pocket and held the bundle to my face,
breathing in the familiar smell of Steve’s mum’s perfume. The unfolding
the tights, I held them up to inspect them and find out how badly
damaged they were. The tights were the same shade and just as sheer as
the ones I’d seen on the bed earlier. But I couldn’t find any damage. I
had no idea why they had been thrown out.
I had to get into these tights now. So I removed my trousers, socks and
underpants, tugging them over my hard little cock that had been hidden
inside them. My heart was thumping in my chest. I carefully rolled one
leg of the tights over my fingers as I’d seen my mum do, and eased my
foot into the leg, then rolled the sheer material up my leg. WOW! The
feeling was electric. The sensation was incredible, the soft stretchy
material gripping my smooth leg. I quickly slid my other leg in, then
standing up, I wiggled my bum and legs as I smoothed the tights over my
thighs, over my bum and sat them on my waist.
I looked in the mirror and could see my hard little cock pulsing in time
with my thumping heartbeat, straining against the sheer nylon and
leaving a noticeable tent in the material. My body felt on fire. The
huge rush of sensation that accompanied my every slight move was like
nothing I had experienced before, and coupled with the faint smell of
Steve’s mum’s perfume, I was so aroused.
Still watching myself in the mirror, I slid my hand inside the waistband
of the tights and took hold of my cock. Slowly I started moving my hand
back and forward along my shaft, watching how the material moved
against me as I did so. In moments I started to feel my cock stiffening,
so not wanting to ruin the tights, I quickly pulled them over my cock
just moments before I orgasmed. I felt light headed as my cock and bum
hole clenched and spasmed in unison, and groaned with delight as the hot
liquid shot from my cock. Waves of indescribable pleasure washing over
me. It was the most amazing feeling.
Those tights were kept hidden afterwards and were brought out and
savoured whenever I got the chance. Sometimes I slept in them, and
sometimes I took them to the bathroom to enjoy them in front of the
mirror.
And that is how I got the first pair of my huge collection of tights.
Thank you Steve’s mum for having such wonderful taste in hosiery, and
being kind enough to throw out an almost perfect pair.
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Posted on : Jul 13, 2015
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Commented on Jul 13, 2015
Erotic and wonderful post Lacy!
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