 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 08.11. at 23:15:32 >>>"WEAR THESE ON 11/08," The package read. Todd held the cardboard cuff circling the tights (Size Q, his size) gingerly, tremulously. The tights were white. Kitchen-white, the white of whipped cream. Todd stood before the full-length mirror in the bathroom, naked, and now fumbling with the cardboard, finally ripping it in half, unwinding his first pair of tights. He allowed himself one gasp of apprehension, before awkwardly smoothing the thick, but soft and stretchy nylon over his feet, his calves, his legs. He was dimly aware that his cock was steel-hard and practically glowing with heat as it bounced against his belly, as he felt the soft white fabric carress and hold his muscular legs. And when he finally snapped the c0mfort waistband in place, he could feel his cock burning against his belly as the hose held it tight. Then he slid his legs into his slacks, marvelling at the way his tights-clad legs felt against the twill of hs trousers. On with the shoes, T-shirt, sweater, and off to work, and who-knows what else.>>>He spent most of the day scrutinizing Natalies face for any sign of her c0mplicity, but she treated him as she always had, though he'd been getting more c0mments than ever about being the "King of the hosiery department," once the girls present on that fateful day had finished with him. But of course, they hadn't finished with him yet, had they?>>>It was precisely that thought that was sailing through the stormy waters of his mind when he realized that it was quitting time. And nothing, good or bad (outside of a constant hard-on, and rampant paranoia,) had happened. No c0mments, jokes, attempts to get a look at what he was wearing, nothing.>>>Until suddenly he was in the employee lounge, instinctively trying to keep his trousers on. Some girl had rushed him as he was locking his locker and grabbed him arounfd the middle, keeping her head ducked behind his back as she scrabbled and tore at his belt. He caught a glimpse of pink tights and open-toed platforms as he struggled, and heard a warm, southern-accented voice telling him to calm down, it's going to feel great, just great...>>>Southern accent. Amanda, from shoes. Curvy, with legs like the kind guys used to paint on the sides of bombers, full breasts, round, womanly ass. Once said she'd fuck any guy who...DRESSED RIGHT. Now Tod knew what she meant. Then he realized how fucking pretty she was. Warm smile, merry eyes...>>>He stopped struggling, and felt his tights-clad legs suddenly exposed to the cool air of the breakroom. Then Todd heard Amanda say one of the only two articulate things she would say to him in the next hour.>>>"Take off your shoes." Gasping, but calm.>>>Todd struggled out of his high-tops as Amanda released him. She was gazing with a crooked smile at his white-nylon-clad behind.>>>A split-second after his pants were gone, she stepped in, pulled them out of his hands, threw them aside, and pushed him down on the employee-lounge couch. Then, with a gasp, she flung herself onto his quivering-with-lust body, straddling his white hips with her pink ones, and began to buck and wriggle, grunting and yelling incoherently.>>>Her eyes stared dumbly into his, as her breath panted hot and moist against his face. He could feel the hot dampness of her soaking pink tights against his stiff dick, sliding roughly back and forth. Urgently, then slowly and swirlingly, then grinding like a thing out of control again.>>>Todd was rigid with desire, and tension, his hips twitching only slightly against Amandas fierce humping, until he felt her rhythm change, break. For a moment she was stone-still, clutching at his tighted ass with fingers of steel. Then she was roaring, yelling as if angry, unintelligible bellows full in his face. She collapsed against him with a sob.>>>Todd, now fully possessed by his lust, ready to be anything, do anything, that would make that happen to her again. He squirmed out from under her, their hose rubbing together, then flipped her over and grabbed both her ankles, her legs weaving dreamily as she rode her orgasm down, fumbling with the straps of her shoes, then throwing them down. He pressed himself hard against her soaking pink tights, staring a slow, wriggling grind to get her going again. Amanda moaned and began to buck anew, but when Todd raised her cotton-candy clad feet to his lips, and pressed her suddenly wriggling toes with soft, maoning kisses, which inspired the second inteeligible thing Amanda would say during the encounter.>>>"OH KISS MY TOES. OHHHHHHHH...." He toes squirmed frantically against his lips as he kissed them with increasing ferocity, until his grinding hips, her playful toes, her green eyes staring into his then rolling back as she let out that OHHHHHHHH throbbed DEEP inside of his core.>>>With a howl of delight, He surrendered. His dick gave up it's load, gushing in steaming gush after steaming gush, soaking his tights in hot gooeyness. His body twitched and his throat let out with incoherent gasps and calls of lust, and soon Amanda was screaming again, her feet practically vibrating against his yelling mouth.>>>He fainted, and when he woke, he was alone. He dressed dazedly, pulling his pants over his blue tights. Blue? Wasn't he just wearing white?>>>There was a card in the waistband of the navy opaques he was now wearing. It read: "Didn't think you'd want to wear your cummy tights home. Besides, I did. P.S. We're just getting started. P.P.S. I don't just mean you and me. Enjoy yourself, lover." It was signed, and capped off with row after row of xxx kisses.>>>As always, youse guys are invited to put our boy into his next pleasant scrape, so why dontcha?-D Answers to this message: |
