>>>His mouth was dry as he took a seat on the bench. He knew the office ladies' routine by now, and realized that they were due any minute. It felt like his executioners were on the way. >>>When he heard the unmistakeable "tap, tap, tap" of the petite one's high heels, his ears began to roar, his head began to lighten. Somewhere in his trance, the bus arrived and he got on, taking his assigned place. He realized that he was thankful to be dazed as he almost absently shrugged his coat from his shoulders. He heard a pair of matching gasps of disbelief from the OLs, then spun around at a louder sound from the front of the bus.>>>"WHOOO!" Jack's head whirled around in terror, and he reached for his coat again.>>>"Almost missed you! Thanks for waiting!" It was Elaine. Talking to the bus driver. In a cotton-candy pink bodystocking. Slip-on shoes. Her dance bag. Nothing else. She started down the aisle.>>>Her breasts bounced, the nipples forming tiny pink peaks in the opaque but form-hugging pink nylon. She stopped in front of Jack, a look on her face that he'd never seen there before. It both scared and thrilled him.>>>"Hey, sweetie, I told you to tell him to wait!">>>"Er, uh, sorry, E I er, uh..">>>"You owe me one is what. Bags by the window, please.">>>"Wha...?">>>"Put the bags by the window, Jack. Sit on the aisle.">>>He did, and she straddled him, breathing "We're sharin' a seat" in his ear. The bus driver, oblivious to the spectacle, put her in gear, and started off.>>>Her nipples tickled him through her bodystocking and his t-shirt as the bus lurched, and sent Elaine sliding around in his lap. His cock was almost painfully erect under the damp, hot nylon of both of their tights as E rode around on him. She touseled his hair and chuckled, then abruptly stopped.>>>Jack felt Elaine's toes wriggling against his tights as she stiffened. Seconds passed, and then all heaven broke loose. >>>With one, very loud "Oh!" Elaine began thrashing and bucking around on Jack's lap. Then there were more shouts, which she tried to muffle by burying her head in his shoulder, but when he slid his hands over her legs to her butt, she reached back, moaning, and swept his coat and their ballet bags onto the floor in front of the window seat, threw herself into the seat, and pulled him on top of her, grabbing both of his buns and pulling him in.>>>The her legs were kicking and she was getting loud again, rubbing her stockinged toes all over his legs and stroking his eagerly pumping butt. His cock, still covered in stretchy, soft nylon, rubbed with a frantic, hungry rhythm against Elaine's tight-covered pussy, now steaming with lust. Suddenly inspired, Jack yanked Elaine's legs up onto his shoulders, and raised her cotton-candy-clad toes to his lips. >>>She howled, her legs kicking and straining against his grip, the toes weaving and wiggling against his passionate kisses. She began to jerk under him. She scrambled frantically in her fallen ballet bag, yanked out a black leotard, and shoved it into her own mouth. She froze, only her hands skimming around on Jack's ass, which was tightening under her delicately feeling fingers and she yelled. >>>Jack suddenly realized why she'd gagged herself with her own dancewear, and that was it. Suddenly he was in mid-air, then he was pumping, pumping, grunting and moaning with each pump. Hot, slippery blasts of lust gushed again and again into his tights. Elaine was still yelling through her bunched-up leotard.>>>And it wasn't until they were getting themselves straightened out for their upcoming stop that Jack remembered the office ladies. The big blonde was simply staring. The petite redhead was fumbling with her skirt, clumsily trying to cover her heather gray opaques. Then she hurriedly stepped into her shoes. Jack only caught the briefest glimpse of her toes as she slipped them in.

>>>Jack and Elaine spent the day together, deciding that school would not want them around in their present state. They went back to his place, showered, changed, made love twice more (both in black tights, then he in royal, she in figure-skater tan.) In between, they said all the stuff they'd been meaning to say. And of course, Jack decided to stick with ballet after all, even though Elaine would only be able to ride home with him on two of the three days they took class.

>>>And it was one the first of these Elaineless mornings that he got a call on his cell phone. >>>"Wearing tights?" it was how they answered each other when they called.>>>"Aye, darling.">>>"Jack, do you trust me?">>>"Of course. I love you.">>>"I love you. So remember that, and do what I say.">>>"Life with you is so full of intrigue.">>>"And you love it.">>>"I do.">>>"Good. A gray sedan is going to pull up in a minute, and the rear passenger door is going to open. When it does, get in.">>>"Wha...?">>>"I've arranged private transportation for those days when I can't ride with you.">>>"Worried about me getting molested by the office ladies?" They had "performed" twice more by this point, and Jack had the unusual priviledge of watching two women in hose jilling off while watching him cream all over Elaines feet (tan tights.)>>>There was an odd sound to Elaine's reply. "Er...yeah. That's EXACTLY what I'm worried about. Have a lovely morning, darling. See you tonight." Sound of a kiss, then a chuckle.>>>The gray sedan pulled up as Elaines pretty laugh tinkled in his ears. The door opened.