Nandita To Nandini
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REHEARSING IN SPANDEX AND TIGHTS free porn video
Our mutual lust for spandex and tights wrecks his home. Oops.
We met at the amateur theatre group. Theo was recently retired. He’d previously had a career in the army, after which he ran a pub for a while He wanted something creative to do in his retirement but confessed to me that he just wanted to get out of the house, away from his wife and dull life. I, meanwhile, had recently graduated from university, and had moved out. I guess I just wanted to make new friends. Strangely enough, I also joined a local cycling club. Our group had to perform some interpretive dance.
One evening Theo and I found ourselves in the costume stockroom, looking for ideas for costumes our show, when we discovered a row of Lycra leotards and unitards on the rack. I was of course fascinated about taking a couple home in blue and black when no-one was looking. Theo looked and felt the fabrics. Barbara, the group leader popped in and suggested that the unitards would be good for us to use because it meant we could move easily to the music but also because they were neutral. ‘You can probably wear something else if the unitard’s too tight for you,’ Barbara joked, looking at Theo. He was tall and well-built but, for his age he had a good body. Barbara left the room to see how the other members were getting on.
Theo and I decided to try different costumes on, get a feel for our production. I chose an all in one black lycra unitard. It fit me with ease. The light bounced off the fabric. Theo said it was a perfect fit. Theo grabbed a red unitard off the rack, took his shirt and jeans off, leaving on his underwear. He sat on a chair and carefully pulled the unitard over his legs, tightly over his thighs and stood up to hoist the skin-tight straps over his shoulders. He had some trouble at first getting it over his chest but with determination the elastic twanged and he exhaled a sigh of effort. His arse glimmered in the light and immediately looked curvy and snug. The spandex was an instant shaper. He looked at himself in the mirror and smoothed his hands over his arse.
'How do I look?'
It was obviously too tight, and you could see the outline of his briefs, but with his long legs and well-built body, it looked amazing on him. His bulges were in the right places.
‘Can you breathe?’ I laughed, having a crafty glimpse of his crotch.
‘I can now but there’s still the mask,’ he said.
That reminded me. Barbara had asked us to bring a pair of stockings of different colours, to experiment with anonymity and teamwork, as well as to give us that androgynous mystique.
I smiled, as I pushed my head into a tight, shimmery black stocking. I caressed my features in the mirror. ‘How do I look?’ I beamed, putting my hands on my hips.
Theo smiled.
Theo sheepishly produced a red stocking. I was surprised it was so silky and glossy. He asked me if I could help him put the stocking on his head. It was quite a stretch because his head was more like a dome. I pulled the nylon tightly over his face, making his features shine and distort under the soft, shimmery fabric. It was quite strange, us being dressed like this. Theo said he would have never have imagined being alone with a younger man dressed in Lycra. ‘If only my old troops could see me now,’ he said.
Without knowing what I was doing I found my hands were lingering, smoothing his shimmery compressed features under the stocking.
‘Feels good, does it?’ said Theo
I blushed under my mask and pulled my hands away.
‘You don’t have to stop. I like it,’ he said.
So I smoothed my hands over his face. It was so quiet but for the sound of my hand stroking his nylon face. It was fascinating and sensual. It was difficult to read his expressions, compressed as they were. The same was true of mine. I must have had a tentative look under my mask. I caressed him for a few minutes, searchingly exploring his eyes through my mask. I wonder what he was thinking. The rest of the group were off somewhere rehearsing or taking a break. I didn’t care where. Theo moved his hands towards mine and caressed his smooth mask with me. He then reached for my nylon encased face and smoothed my cheeks. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to stretch my mask tighter. A passionate, nylon yawn.
‘I could do this all night,’ said Theo, quietly.
‘Me too,’ I replied.
Very softly he said, ‘I’m staying at the Bed and Breakfast across the road.’
‘Are you alone?’ I asked.
‘Not for long, I hope,’ he said, his smile stretching the gleaming fabric of his mask.
Very carefully I leant in and pecked him through my nylon mask. A few more delicate pecks followed.
‘Do you want this to happen?’ he asked me.
‘Ever since you squeezed that body into that tight Lycra,’ I said.
Just then Barbara walked in. I jumped. I don’t think she saw us. She laughed at Theo’s choice. ‘Spandex suits you!’ she joked.
I winked at Theo through my mask as I stood behind Barbara.
We spent that night in his room. Oh the thrill and anticipation of us stepping out of our clothes, revealing our tight unitards. I was in my black unitard, while he was in his red outfit. We were admiring our costumes in the lamplight, by the mirror.
‘Just listen to that swish,’ I smiled, as I ran my hands down my sides. I coyly bit my lip as I took my black stocking out of my coat pocket and slipped it over my head. My face shimmered in the light. Theo took his gleaming red stocking and pulled it over his face. We paused in front of each other, just to take it all in. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders, while he took my waist.
‘God, you look good!’ he said.
‘I’m glad you think so,’ I smiled. ‘I love wearing this, as much as you like seeing me in it. Not only unitards, but leotards, tights, knickers, heels,’ I whispered into his face with eye opening wonder. ‘That’s right. Tights, knickers and heels.’
‘Wife would kill me if she found out,’ he said.
‘I couldn’t give a silent fart for your wife,’ I smiled.
We threw our arms around each other and kissed passionately, the nylon stretching our open mouths and closed eyes, as this married man’s married hands explored the tight sheen of my arse. After a few minutes, he placed himself on the chair while I perched my tight shiny arse on his lap, crossed my glossy legs and smoothed his gleaming mask. I pressed a few nylon pecks on his encased mouth. ‘You’re my shiny secret,’ I whispered. We kissed slowly for ages, as the lamp light made the shiny weave of our tight masks dance with every movement of our heads. Slowly, ever so slowly. He stroked and smoothed his manly hands over the sheen of my arse. He then led me to the bed, where I curled into him, where our slow and controlled kissing continued. Nylon on nylon. Our bodies compressed in tight lycra. I lay on top of him and looked carefully in his eyes behind nylon, as we ground our hard, spandex cocks. I felt his hands smoothing my arse. ‘I like that,’ I sighed. No other sound but the nylon swish of our lips and the swish of our lycra unitards. I rolled over, while he got on top of me. The weight of his tightly compressed macho body on me, as he humped me was divine. He huffed to my moans, as he worked up a sweat. Until we came together. I fell asleep in his Lycra arms, as he stroked my nylon head and caressed my nylon shoulders. I woke up with my head on his Lycra chest. It was the best night’s sleep I’d ever had.
‘I never thought I could feel like this,’ he confessed, the morning after, as I proudly grinned, with my head on his shoulder. We linked hands.
‘Is it true what you said about wearing tights and knickers?’ he asked.
‘Of course,’ I smiled. ‘Not only does it make me feel good wearing them, but it feels even better when I’m wearing them for someone else. Like you,’ I said.
It was just the beginning of our special affair.
We often went to the B&B because his last train would leave early. We continued to meet again and again, long after the rehearsals, and after the performance was over. One evening I removed my clothes he was surprised to find me in high shine, sheer to waist black tights and a skintight black leotard. I stepped into some black heels and paused with my hands on my hips. We were so aroused that we didn’t get a chance to put our stocking masks on, for our regular, extended kissing session. We trembled as we shared a passionate kiss. Him seeing me dressed like that for him was enough to turn us on. That evening I willingly allowed him to drench the seat of my leotard in his thick spunk, which he piped with careless abandon, as I looked at my proud, smiling face in the mirror, as I cried ‘Oh Theo! Yeah, oh yeah! Oh my leotard! My tight leotard! Oh my tights! My darling!’
During another session I sheepishly told him to wait on the bed as I got changed in the bathroom. I had a special treat for him. ‘Oh and darling? Don’t forget to wear your stocking mask,’ I smiled. ‘There’s some things in that bag I really need you to wear.’ Theo peeked inside. ‘Really? Will it fit?’
‘It’ll be tight, I hope,’ I smiled. ‘Oh make sure you put your dressing gown over the top, I want to see you reveal the outfit, honey.’
When I finished getting changed, he couldn’t believe that the pretty girl standing before him in back-seamed glossy black tights, a skin tight black lycra micro dress and high heels was me. The light made my dark lip gloss shimmer. My black wig looked and felt silky. ‘Call me, Polly,’ I said seriously, as Theo got up and walked over to me. I put my hands on his wide shoulders and looked up at him. He put his hands on my arse.
‘Can you feel my panty line?’ I smiled, my eyes wide in anticipation.
‘You’re wearing knickers too?’
‘Naturally, I said. ‘I thought about you when I bought my tights. I even told the miserable bitch who was serving me that I couldn’t wait to wear them for the married man I’m having a passionate affair with, and who I want to shag me.’
I undid his dressing gown. His mainly body shimmered in a tight green leotard and high gloss, Danskin toast tights, and black heeled shoes. My hands went to his arse and patted it. His hands explored the sheen of his leotard and his arse. ‘Feels amazing,’ he said. He was already rock hard. The way he took careful steps and how the heels lifted his legs and arse was so fucking hot. He could see me watching him, biting my lip, with cold lust.
'Are you gonna give me a kiss?' he said. I smiled, as I rested my manicured hands on his broad shoulders.
‘I’m so happy, darling,’ I sighed. ‘I’ve struck gold. Mature, check. Married, check. Into tights and lycra, check. With you, I intend to be the sick, sexy bitch I always dreamed of.’
I stroked his compressed features through his glossy cinnamon stocking, placed a hand behind his head, tilted it and closed my eyes as we slowly kissed mouth open for several minutes. It was sheer bliss. I really, really didn’t give a shit about anything else, other than satisfying this hunk who was old enough to be my dad. Glossy kissing, lips on nylon lips. Slowly, slowly. Wide and slow.
Theo slowly pulled away and I smiled. I had some news for him. I put my hand on my hip and swayed to the dresser to pour some wine. I could feel his eyes on my tight, panty-lined skirt. I sat on the chair, crossing my legs.
'I did it, dear,’ I beamed. ‘I left my boyfriend for you.'
'What did you tell him?'
'I told the loser that I'm leaving him for an older man who loves it when I sit on his face in my smelly cycling shorts. Well, it is true.’
I heard the grin stretch his mask.
'Oh you didn't?' he said.
‘Absolutely. I loved telling him. It’s my one regret that he can’t see us together. We’ll have to make some videos to send to him.’
Theo was on the corner of the bed. His eyes watched the light grip my Lycra mini skirt. ‘I really couldn’t give a tight fuck about my boyfriend,’ I sighed. ‘He bores the shit out of me. Do you know, the dozy fuck didn’t even realise I was seeing his work mate behind his back. Once while he was working an extra shift, I invited his mate round. We took a pair of extra-large glossy black tights and squeezed into them, right over our cycling shorts, rubbing our crotches together as we kissed in our stocking masks. Then we climbed out of the tights and had a lycra sixty nine.’
‘What? ’
‘That’s correct,’ I said as perched myself on Theo’s lap, crossing my legs and smoothing a hand over my glossy knee. ‘Sniffing and sniffing. We couldn’t get enough. Does that appeal to you?’ I whispered, slowly swapping the position of my nylon legs.
‘Everything you say and do appeals to me,’ said Theo. ‘I can’t believe you left him for me, though.’
‘Well part of the thrill of having an affair, is the anticipation of leaving them,’ I said.
‘You bad, bad bitch,’ he said, but he was rock hard.
I smiled. Without a word I carefully took our glasses and placed them on the bedside table. I slipped out of my tight mini skirt, revealing my tight shimmering red, bum hugging panties under my tights and stepped over to where he was sitting and put my arms around him.
‘Darling?’ I breathed. ‘There’s literally nothing that I wouldn’t do for you.’
We kissed vigorously, so passionately that the wig slipped off my head, which only made us more aroused. His hands were all over my arse. I paused briefly to say ‘Would you like to come on your secret lover’s tight knickers?’
I lay face down on the bed with my feet dangling in the air, as my lover got on top of me and rubbed his hard cock against the tight, stretch of my panties under my tights. He huffed violently as he pumped me into the bed in his leotard, our ankles and heels knocking together.
‘Oh Theo!’ I teased. ‘We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re married! Oh darling! You’re not actually going to cream all over my elegant tights and knickers, are you? Ooh, I can feel your hard cock on my panties! My panties! My tight panties!’ Theo piped his hot spunk all over my arse. I could feel the damp sensation through my tights. He rolled over. I sighed blissfully, and climbed into his arms. ‘I love you so much!’ Later I put my panties and tights in his bag, so he could enjoy them when he went home.
The next time we met Theo was already waiting for me on the bed in a skintight red unitard, with his face encased in about three layers of glimmering luxury honey stockings. I gave him a little wave and took my clothes off. Underneath I revealed my skin tight blue Lycra unitard. I pulled on my knee length black boots and looked in the mirror as I smoothed my hands over my arse.
‘Can you see my panty line?’ I said.
‘It’s difficult through this mask, love,’ he said.
‘Sorry I was a little late. My ex called. Begging me to come back. Talked shit for hours. God he bores me. I told him that you would kick the shit out of him, if he ever called me again. I’d love to see that.’
I smoothed a pair of shiny black tights over my head. The foot section dangled against my right cheek. ‘All the while he was talking, I thought about you. I told him that I had to go and visit my grandad. The stupid fucker even gave me a lift. I told him to drop me on the corner.’
I smiled through my mask and smoothed my hands over my arse. I turned around and put my hands on my hips. I joined Theo on the bed and purred ‘I’ve missed you, my darling.’ I put my arms around him and we kissed, nylon to nylon. The light made our distorted features shimmer. He cupped my arse, squeezed, patted and smoothed his big hands over the glossy sheen of my bum. I could feel his enormous, thick bulbous hard knob through his Lycra. I paused.
‘I’ve just thought of something. We’ve been seeing each other for months and I haven’t so much as sucked your hard cock.’
'We can’t be having that,' he said.
'Me too, believe me.’
We kissed again.
‘I want to leave my wife for you,’ he said suddenly, breaking off.
I smiled, my eyes flashing through my mask, as I stroked his glimmering pantyhose face in fascination. ‘And I want to be at your side when you tell her,’ I said softly. ‘I've bought this sexy skin tight Lycra pencil skirt. It goes ever so well with my black tights! I want you hand to be on my arse when you tell her that you’re leaving her for me. I want look at you and smile at you proudly.’
'It'll break her heart,’ he said, smirking.
'I hope so, I never understood what you saw in that rough harpy,' I smiled and then we kissed more passionately, our encased mouths locked in lust. I was on top of him writhing and humping myself against him.
‘After you’ve dumped the dragon, we’ll get changed and go and see my ex. We’ll stand there in his living room in our cycling shorts. I’ll peel them off to reveal my black leotard and shiny tan tights. He won’t know what to think. Especially when you sniff my arse. Then you can feel my arse when we kiss. Then I’ll lie back on the sofa and rub my crotch as you kick the shit out of the snivelling shithead.’
Our kissing was more frantic now, our arms and hands all over each other’s Lycra encased body, the camera capturing every act of this treachery. After about twenty minutes of this, I looked at him seriously and said ‘Make yourself comfortable. I really, really need to sit on your fat, glossy face.’
Theo lay back and I squatted over him and sat on his face. He stroked my arse and smoothed my panty line through my Lycra. I could feel him sniffing me through his mask. From the first moment I saw him in that red Lycra unitard I dreamed about giving myself to him completely. ‘Sniff me, Theo. I am your luxury and you are mine, my darling,’ I sighed in bliss. I felt his hands roam my thighs and arse. How I loved having my body mauled by this old b**st. I bounced up and down on his face, riding him into the bed. Riding and riding. ‘Now stand up! I want to suck your hard cock!’
Theo stood up and put his hands on his hips. His long, thick, bulbous knob bulged through his gleaming red Lycra. I got to my knees and ran my hand over his shaft and placed kisses on it. I closed my eyes and smiled as I pressed my nylon cheek against it. Then I went down on it, looking at my lover’s eyes, through his mask. ‘Imagine,’ I said in between mouthfuls, ‘if my ex caught us. Thing is, I’d suck you even more deliriously,’ I said. His prick was so stiff. ‘I was born for this moment,’ I said. ‘I’m your sissy wissy girl, Polly,’ I said, grabbing his arse and bobbing up and down. His point of view was framed by his thick cock bulging out of his Lycra and my nylon eyes fixed longingly on his. ‘I used to do this every week to the guy who ran the circuit training group at the gym. Really suck his hard cock through his girlfriend’s Lycra leggings. Then he’d shag me.’ I pressed my knees close together as I sucked Theo. Ooh it was delicious. I could sense Theo getting close. ‘Ooh we have to stop doing this! Whatever would the neighbours think?’ I teased, bobbing more frantically. He told me how much he loved me as he violently spunked all over my stocking mouth. I looked at the camera as I giggled manically as my lover’s hot come ran down my nylon lips.
We moved to the bed and he sat down, while I perched myself on his lap, as we kissed and talked dirty.
'You'll tell her then?' I said, breaking off.
'Anything for you, Polly.'
In fact he had a better proposal. He knew that I was looking for somewhere cheaper to live. Since they had a spare room at theirs, perhaps I could move in. That way, with his wife out doing coffee mornings and other things, we’d have more time together. I jumped up and down, clapping my hands, squealing in excitement.
After a nap I told him to get up and bend over for me. I carefully placed a pair of shiny suntan tights over my head, that belonged to my ex flatmate, Daisy. He leant himself against the dresser poking his big, hunky arse towards me while I buried my face between his skin-tight buttocks. I immediately gobbled and sniffed him through my mask, closing my eyes and grinning smugly, knowing that no one had a fucking clue what we were getting up to together. He looked round innocently and asked if it was alright. Our eyes met and my smiling, gobbling mouth told the dirty pervert all he needed to know. I couldn't take my eyes off his shiny arse.
'I want to bugger you!' I announced. 'Get that shitty, pathetic permed wig you have and put it on.'
He walked to his bag and put his wig on. I told him to lean forward against the dressing table and stick his arse out. I then took a small pair of scissors and made a very small hole in the seat of his spandex. I grinned as I hoisted a strapon, over my spandex arse and already hard cock. I gripped his hips and pushed my strapon right in him. It wasn’t too long before my spandex hips slapped his spandex arse. ‘Do you have any fucking idea how long I’ve waited and wanted to do this?’ I seethed.
‘Oh Polly!’
I gritted my teeth behind my mask and hysterically looked at him in the mirror. The skin-tight fabric and the tiny hole I made pressed his buttocks tightly, making him sooooo tight.
'Oh Polly, oh Polly!' he squealed.
'I'm shagging you! I'm fucking shagging the shit out of you! Yeah! Oh fucking yeah! Ah! I fucking love it! Take it, you dirty pig!’
'Oh Polly, shag me harder!' he whimpered.
‘I’d love your wife to see this! How I fucking hate old that rat faced harpy! Imagine the look on her face!’
‘Yes, Polly! Oh, oh! I’m coming!’ he yelled.
I came inside him. We fell, out of breath, into each other’s arms.
For the next session all was quiet. We were in the guest room of his house. Theo was wearing a skin tight blue leotard and shiny opaque ivory tights. I gently swayed in my outfit of a short black gym slip, glossy bronze opaque tights, black knee length boots and of course my copper wig. I swayed side to side, a sultry expression on my treacherous face. I slowly paced over to him and pulled a shiny golden stocking over his fat face. I placed my hands on his shoulders and smirked devilishly as I slowly swayed my arse to the left, to the right and to the left again. He could see my tight red knickers under my skirt in the mirror behind. For a while we slow danced, me taking the role of the woman as we gently took a few steps. As the song faded out we were left in silence, just staring at each other. ‘At last,’ I said. I beamed to myself and closed my eyes. I moved in and we kissed slowly. Theo had left his wife. In fact we had thrown her out. I’d watched from the bedroom as I got ready. ‘You?’ she had said to me. ‘I’ve been good to you. I let you stay in the spare room when you needed help.’ I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. His wife had caught me sitting on her husband’s face in my tight electric pink spandex leggings, with a pair of her silky tights dangling over my face. I shook my head and smiled with pity when she caught us. I sighed and rolled my eyes as she launched into a tantrum about trust and faith. I took the tights off my head, handed them to her and stood to one side with a hand on my hip, my leg arched and told Theo that he had to get rid of her if he expected me to fuck him again. ‘Oh and do you know, Kathleen, your husband wanked himself off and sniffed my dirty knickers, as I farted on your ugly wedding photo,’ I beamed, as he kicked the dragon out.
Finally Theo and I could celebrate. He smoothed my panties through my tights as we kissed. I paused with my hands on his shoulders. I smoothed my hands over his leotard and rested them on his arse. I patted his him. I just had to smell it. I bent down behind him and sniffed his arse through his leotard. My eyes were closed in serenity as I inhaled. I stroked my panty crotch, as I sniffed and kissed and worshipped his arse in his tight leotard. I closed my eyes, smoothed my hands over his fat, shiny arse and sighed ‘I love this!’
‘You need to get your fat, encased face under my arse now!’ I commanded, slipping out of my skirt. Theo lay under me and sniffed me through his glossy mask. His hard cock was outlined in his leotard. I bounced and rubbed and pressed my arse on his face. ‘Can you feel that? Can you smell that?’ I giggled hysterically. ‘I love tights, tights, tights! It wasn’t long before I was at his cock again. Theo sat on the sofa, gripped his thighs, with his knees together, while I knelt between his legs and cupped his arse. I smoothed the tight sheen of his leotard arse, as I sucked his thick prick through his Lycra. I looked into his straining, glossy stocking face as I made the most hysterical expressions. As I sucked his cock, I stroked my own arse with my free hand. I kissed his bulge delicately and looked in his eyes. I smiled secretly as my tongue flickered and licked his leotard crotch. Oh this was the purest luxury. While Theo’s legs were still parted I got to my feet leant on him and rubbed my panty crotch against his bulge and humped him. I ground him into the sofa, as his hands gripped my shiny arse. Oh my! Theo lost control and filled his leotard with a load of hot spunk. Even my wig fell off. The knowledge that this image would hurt and disgust my boyfriend, made me pipe hot cream into my panties and tights. ‘I’m so happy, I’m so happy!’ I cried.
Below are some other outfits I also wore for him. It's always a thrill when I go shopping, because I know that the things I'll be buying and wearing are as much for Theo, (and xhamsters) as they are for me. x
We met at the amateur theatre group. Theo was recently retired. He’d previously had a career in the army, after which he ran a pub for a while He wanted something creative to do in his retirement but confessed to me that he just wanted to get out of the house, away from his wife and dull life. I, meanwhile, had recently graduated from university, and had moved out. I guess I just wanted to make new friends. Strangely enough, I also joined a local cycling club. Our group had to perform some interpretive dance.
One evening Theo and I found ourselves in the costume stockroom, looking for ideas for costumes our show, when we discovered a row of Lycra leotards and unitards on the rack. I was of course fascinated about taking a couple home in blue and black when no-one was looking. Theo looked and felt the fabrics. Barbara, the group leader popped in and suggested that the unitards would be good for us to use because it meant we could move easily to the music but also because they were neutral. ‘You can probably wear something else if the unitard’s too tight for you,’ Barbara joked, looking at Theo. He was tall and well-built but, for his age he had a good body. Barbara left the room to see how the other members were getting on.
Theo and I decided to try different costumes on, get a feel for our production. I chose an all in one black lycra unitard. It fit me with ease. The light bounced off the fabric. Theo said it was a perfect fit. Theo grabbed a red unitard off the rack, took his shirt and jeans off, leaving on his underwear. He sat on a chair and carefully pulled the unitard over his legs, tightly over his thighs and stood up to hoist the skin-tight straps over his shoulders. He had some trouble at first getting it over his chest but with determination the elastic twanged and he exhaled a sigh of effort. His arse glimmered in the light and immediately looked curvy and snug. The spandex was an instant shaper. He looked at himself in the mirror and smoothed his hands over his arse.
'How do I look?'
It was obviously too tight, and you could see the outline of his briefs, but with his long legs and well-built body, it looked amazing on him. His bulges were in the right places.
‘Can you breathe?’ I laughed, having a crafty glimpse of his crotch.
‘I can now but there’s still the mask,’ he said.
That reminded me. Barbara had asked us to bring a pair of stockings of different colours, to experiment with anonymity and teamwork, as well as to give us that androgynous mystique.
I smiled, as I pushed my head into a tight, shimmery black stocking. I caressed my features in the mirror. ‘How do I look?’ I beamed, putting my hands on my hips.
Theo smiled.
Theo sheepishly produced a red stocking. I was surprised it was so silky and glossy. He asked me if I could help him put the stocking on his head. It was quite a stretch because his head was more like a dome. I pulled the nylon tightly over his face, making his features shine and distort under the soft, shimmery fabric. It was quite strange, us being dressed like this. Theo said he would have never have imagined being alone with a younger man dressed in Lycra. ‘If only my old troops could see me now,’ he said.
Without knowing what I was doing I found my hands were lingering, smoothing his shimmery compressed features under the stocking.
‘Feels good, does it?’ said Theo
I blushed under my mask and pulled my hands away.
‘You don’t have to stop. I like it,’ he said.
So I smoothed my hands over his face. It was so quiet but for the sound of my hand stroking his nylon face. It was fascinating and sensual. It was difficult to read his expressions, compressed as they were. The same was true of mine. I must have had a tentative look under my mask. I caressed him for a few minutes, searchingly exploring his eyes through my mask. I wonder what he was thinking. The rest of the group were off somewhere rehearsing or taking a break. I didn’t care where. Theo moved his hands towards mine and caressed his smooth mask with me. He then reached for my nylon encased face and smoothed my cheeks. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to stretch my mask tighter. A passionate, nylon yawn.
‘I could do this all night,’ said Theo, quietly.
‘Me too,’ I replied.
Very softly he said, ‘I’m staying at the Bed and Breakfast across the road.’
‘Are you alone?’ I asked.
‘Not for long, I hope,’ he said, his smile stretching the gleaming fabric of his mask.
Very carefully I leant in and pecked him through my nylon mask. A few more delicate pecks followed.
‘Do you want this to happen?’ he asked me.
‘Ever since you squeezed that body into that tight Lycra,’ I said.
Just then Barbara walked in. I jumped. I don’t think she saw us. She laughed at Theo’s choice. ‘Spandex suits you!’ she joked.
I winked at Theo through my mask as I stood behind Barbara.
We spent that night in his room. Oh the thrill and anticipation of us stepping out of our clothes, revealing our tight unitards. I was in my black unitard, while he was in his red outfit. We were admiring our costumes in the lamplight, by the mirror.
‘Just listen to that swish,’ I smiled, as I ran my hands down my sides. I coyly bit my lip as I took my black stocking out of my coat pocket and slipped it over my head. My face shimmered in the light. Theo took his gleaming red stocking and pulled it over his face. We paused in front of each other, just to take it all in. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders, while he took my waist.
‘God, you look good!’ he said.
‘I’m glad you think so,’ I smiled. ‘I love wearing this, as much as you like seeing me in it. Not only unitards, but leotards, tights, knickers, heels,’ I whispered into his face with eye opening wonder. ‘That’s right. Tights, knickers and heels.’
‘Wife would kill me if she found out,’ he said.
‘I couldn’t give a silent fart for your wife,’ I smiled.
We threw our arms around each other and kissed passionately, the nylon stretching our open mouths and closed eyes, as this married man’s married hands explored the tight sheen of my arse. After a few minutes, he placed himself on the chair while I perched my tight shiny arse on his lap, crossed my glossy legs and smoothed his gleaming mask. I pressed a few nylon pecks on his encased mouth. ‘You’re my shiny secret,’ I whispered. We kissed slowly for ages, as the lamp light made the shiny weave of our tight masks dance with every movement of our heads. Slowly, ever so slowly. He stroked and smoothed his manly hands over the sheen of my arse. He then led me to the bed, where I curled into him, where our slow and controlled kissing continued. Nylon on nylon. Our bodies compressed in tight lycra. I lay on top of him and looked carefully in his eyes behind nylon, as we ground our hard, spandex cocks. I felt his hands smoothing my arse. ‘I like that,’ I sighed. No other sound but the nylon swish of our lips and the swish of our lycra unitards. I rolled over, while he got on top of me. The weight of his tightly compressed macho body on me, as he humped me was divine. He huffed to my moans, as he worked up a sweat. Until we came together. I fell asleep in his Lycra arms, as he stroked my nylon head and caressed my nylon shoulders. I woke up with my head on his Lycra chest. It was the best night’s sleep I’d ever had.
‘I never thought I could feel like this,’ he confessed, the morning after, as I proudly grinned, with my head on his shoulder. We linked hands.
‘Is it true what you said about wearing tights and knickers?’ he asked.
‘Of course,’ I smiled. ‘Not only does it make me feel good wearing them, but it feels even better when I’m wearing them for someone else. Like you,’ I said.
It was just the beginning of our special affair.
We often went to the B&B because his last train would leave early. We continued to meet again and again, long after the rehearsals, and after the performance was over. One evening I removed my clothes he was surprised to find me in high shine, sheer to waist black tights and a skintight black leotard. I stepped into some black heels and paused with my hands on my hips. We were so aroused that we didn’t get a chance to put our stocking masks on, for our regular, extended kissing session. We trembled as we shared a passionate kiss. Him seeing me dressed like that for him was enough to turn us on. That evening I willingly allowed him to drench the seat of my leotard in his thick spunk, which he piped with careless abandon, as I looked at my proud, smiling face in the mirror, as I cried ‘Oh Theo! Yeah, oh yeah! Oh my leotard! My tight leotard! Oh my tights! My darling!’
During another session I sheepishly told him to wait on the bed as I got changed in the bathroom. I had a special treat for him. ‘Oh and darling? Don’t forget to wear your stocking mask,’ I smiled. ‘There’s some things in that bag I really need you to wear.’ Theo peeked inside. ‘Really? Will it fit?’
‘It’ll be tight, I hope,’ I smiled. ‘Oh make sure you put your dressing gown over the top, I want to see you reveal the outfit, honey.’
When I finished getting changed, he couldn’t believe that the pretty girl standing before him in back-seamed glossy black tights, a skin tight black lycra micro dress and high heels was me. The light made my dark lip gloss shimmer. My black wig looked and felt silky. ‘Call me, Polly,’ I said seriously, as Theo got up and walked over to me. I put my hands on his wide shoulders and looked up at him. He put his hands on my arse.
‘Can you feel my panty line?’ I smiled, my eyes wide in anticipation.
‘You’re wearing knickers too?’
‘Naturally, I said. ‘I thought about you when I bought my tights. I even told the miserable bitch who was serving me that I couldn’t wait to wear them for the married man I’m having a passionate affair with, and who I want to shag me.’
I undid his dressing gown. His mainly body shimmered in a tight green leotard and high gloss, Danskin toast tights, and black heeled shoes. My hands went to his arse and patted it. His hands explored the sheen of his leotard and his arse. ‘Feels amazing,’ he said. He was already rock hard. The way he took careful steps and how the heels lifted his legs and arse was so fucking hot. He could see me watching him, biting my lip, with cold lust.
'Are you gonna give me a kiss?' he said. I smiled, as I rested my manicured hands on his broad shoulders.
‘I’m so happy, darling,’ I sighed. ‘I’ve struck gold. Mature, check. Married, check. Into tights and lycra, check. With you, I intend to be the sick, sexy bitch I always dreamed of.’
I stroked his compressed features through his glossy cinnamon stocking, placed a hand behind his head, tilted it and closed my eyes as we slowly kissed mouth open for several minutes. It was sheer bliss. I really, really didn’t give a shit about anything else, other than satisfying this hunk who was old enough to be my dad. Glossy kissing, lips on nylon lips. Slowly, slowly. Wide and slow.
Theo slowly pulled away and I smiled. I had some news for him. I put my hand on my hip and swayed to the dresser to pour some wine. I could feel his eyes on my tight, panty-lined skirt. I sat on the chair, crossing my legs.
'I did it, dear,’ I beamed. ‘I left my boyfriend for you.'
'What did you tell him?'
'I told the loser that I'm leaving him for an older man who loves it when I sit on his face in my smelly cycling shorts. Well, it is true.’
I heard the grin stretch his mask.
'Oh you didn't?' he said.
‘Absolutely. I loved telling him. It’s my one regret that he can’t see us together. We’ll have to make some videos to send to him.’
Theo was on the corner of the bed. His eyes watched the light grip my Lycra mini skirt. ‘I really couldn’t give a tight fuck about my boyfriend,’ I sighed. ‘He bores the shit out of me. Do you know, the dozy fuck didn’t even realise I was seeing his work mate behind his back. Once while he was working an extra shift, I invited his mate round. We took a pair of extra-large glossy black tights and squeezed into them, right over our cycling shorts, rubbing our crotches together as we kissed in our stocking masks. Then we climbed out of the tights and had a lycra sixty nine.’
‘What? ’
‘That’s correct,’ I said as perched myself on Theo’s lap, crossing my legs and smoothing a hand over my glossy knee. ‘Sniffing and sniffing. We couldn’t get enough. Does that appeal to you?’ I whispered, slowly swapping the position of my nylon legs.
‘Everything you say and do appeals to me,’ said Theo. ‘I can’t believe you left him for me, though.’
‘Well part of the thrill of having an affair, is the anticipation of leaving them,’ I said.
‘You bad, bad bitch,’ he said, but he was rock hard.
I smiled. Without a word I carefully took our glasses and placed them on the bedside table. I slipped out of my tight mini skirt, revealing my tight shimmering red, bum hugging panties under my tights and stepped over to where he was sitting and put my arms around him.
‘Darling?’ I breathed. ‘There’s literally nothing that I wouldn’t do for you.’
We kissed vigorously, so passionately that the wig slipped off my head, which only made us more aroused. His hands were all over my arse. I paused briefly to say ‘Would you like to come on your secret lover’s tight knickers?’
I lay face down on the bed with my feet dangling in the air, as my lover got on top of me and rubbed his hard cock against the tight, stretch of my panties under my tights. He huffed violently as he pumped me into the bed in his leotard, our ankles and heels knocking together.
‘Oh Theo!’ I teased. ‘We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re married! Oh darling! You’re not actually going to cream all over my elegant tights and knickers, are you? Ooh, I can feel your hard cock on my panties! My panties! My tight panties!’ Theo piped his hot spunk all over my arse. I could feel the damp sensation through my tights. He rolled over. I sighed blissfully, and climbed into his arms. ‘I love you so much!’ Later I put my panties and tights in his bag, so he could enjoy them when he went home.
The next time we met Theo was already waiting for me on the bed in a skintight red unitard, with his face encased in about three layers of glimmering luxury honey stockings. I gave him a little wave and took my clothes off. Underneath I revealed my skin tight blue Lycra unitard. I pulled on my knee length black boots and looked in the mirror as I smoothed my hands over my arse.
‘Can you see my panty line?’ I said.
‘It’s difficult through this mask, love,’ he said.
‘Sorry I was a little late. My ex called. Begging me to come back. Talked shit for hours. God he bores me. I told him that you would kick the shit out of him, if he ever called me again. I’d love to see that.’
I smoothed a pair of shiny black tights over my head. The foot section dangled against my right cheek. ‘All the while he was talking, I thought about you. I told him that I had to go and visit my grandad. The stupid fucker even gave me a lift. I told him to drop me on the corner.’
I smiled through my mask and smoothed my hands over my arse. I turned around and put my hands on my hips. I joined Theo on the bed and purred ‘I’ve missed you, my darling.’ I put my arms around him and we kissed, nylon to nylon. The light made our distorted features shimmer. He cupped my arse, squeezed, patted and smoothed his big hands over the glossy sheen of my bum. I could feel his enormous, thick bulbous hard knob through his Lycra. I paused.
‘I’ve just thought of something. We’ve been seeing each other for months and I haven’t so much as sucked your hard cock.’
'We can’t be having that,' he said.
'Me too, believe me.’
We kissed again.
‘I want to leave my wife for you,’ he said suddenly, breaking off.
I smiled, my eyes flashing through my mask, as I stroked his glimmering pantyhose face in fascination. ‘And I want to be at your side when you tell her,’ I said softly. ‘I've bought this sexy skin tight Lycra pencil skirt. It goes ever so well with my black tights! I want you hand to be on my arse when you tell her that you’re leaving her for me. I want look at you and smile at you proudly.’
'It'll break her heart,’ he said, smirking.
'I hope so, I never understood what you saw in that rough harpy,' I smiled and then we kissed more passionately, our encased mouths locked in lust. I was on top of him writhing and humping myself against him.
‘After you’ve dumped the dragon, we’ll get changed and go and see my ex. We’ll stand there in his living room in our cycling shorts. I’ll peel them off to reveal my black leotard and shiny tan tights. He won’t know what to think. Especially when you sniff my arse. Then you can feel my arse when we kiss. Then I’ll lie back on the sofa and rub my crotch as you kick the shit out of the snivelling shithead.’
Our kissing was more frantic now, our arms and hands all over each other’s Lycra encased body, the camera capturing every act of this treachery. After about twenty minutes of this, I looked at him seriously and said ‘Make yourself comfortable. I really, really need to sit on your fat, glossy face.’
Theo lay back and I squatted over him and sat on his face. He stroked my arse and smoothed my panty line through my Lycra. I could feel him sniffing me through his mask. From the first moment I saw him in that red Lycra unitard I dreamed about giving myself to him completely. ‘Sniff me, Theo. I am your luxury and you are mine, my darling,’ I sighed in bliss. I felt his hands roam my thighs and arse. How I loved having my body mauled by this old b**st. I bounced up and down on his face, riding him into the bed. Riding and riding. ‘Now stand up! I want to suck your hard cock!’
Theo stood up and put his hands on his hips. His long, thick, bulbous knob bulged through his gleaming red Lycra. I got to my knees and ran my hand over his shaft and placed kisses on it. I closed my eyes and smiled as I pressed my nylon cheek against it. Then I went down on it, looking at my lover’s eyes, through his mask. ‘Imagine,’ I said in between mouthfuls, ‘if my ex caught us. Thing is, I’d suck you even more deliriously,’ I said. His prick was so stiff. ‘I was born for this moment,’ I said. ‘I’m your sissy wissy girl, Polly,’ I said, grabbing his arse and bobbing up and down. His point of view was framed by his thick cock bulging out of his Lycra and my nylon eyes fixed longingly on his. ‘I used to do this every week to the guy who ran the circuit training group at the gym. Really suck his hard cock through his girlfriend’s Lycra leggings. Then he’d shag me.’ I pressed my knees close together as I sucked Theo. Ooh it was delicious. I could sense Theo getting close. ‘Ooh we have to stop doing this! Whatever would the neighbours think?’ I teased, bobbing more frantically. He told me how much he loved me as he violently spunked all over my stocking mouth. I looked at the camera as I giggled manically as my lover’s hot come ran down my nylon lips.
We moved to the bed and he sat down, while I perched myself on his lap, as we kissed and talked dirty.
'You'll tell her then?' I said, breaking off.
'Anything for you, Polly.'
In fact he had a better proposal. He knew that I was looking for somewhere cheaper to live. Since they had a spare room at theirs, perhaps I could move in. That way, with his wife out doing coffee mornings and other things, we’d have more time together. I jumped up and down, clapping my hands, squealing in excitement.
After a nap I told him to get up and bend over for me. I carefully placed a pair of shiny suntan tights over my head, that belonged to my ex flatmate, Daisy. He leant himself against the dresser poking his big, hunky arse towards me while I buried my face between his skin-tight buttocks. I immediately gobbled and sniffed him through my mask, closing my eyes and grinning smugly, knowing that no one had a fucking clue what we were getting up to together. He looked round innocently and asked if it was alright. Our eyes met and my smiling, gobbling mouth told the dirty pervert all he needed to know. I couldn't take my eyes off his shiny arse.
'I want to bugger you!' I announced. 'Get that shitty, pathetic permed wig you have and put it on.'
He walked to his bag and put his wig on. I told him to lean forward against the dressing table and stick his arse out. I then took a small pair of scissors and made a very small hole in the seat of his spandex. I grinned as I hoisted a strapon, over my spandex arse and already hard cock. I gripped his hips and pushed my strapon right in him. It wasn’t too long before my spandex hips slapped his spandex arse. ‘Do you have any fucking idea how long I’ve waited and wanted to do this?’ I seethed.
‘Oh Polly!’
I gritted my teeth behind my mask and hysterically looked at him in the mirror. The skin-tight fabric and the tiny hole I made pressed his buttocks tightly, making him sooooo tight.
'Oh Polly, oh Polly!' he squealed.
'I'm shagging you! I'm fucking shagging the shit out of you! Yeah! Oh fucking yeah! Ah! I fucking love it! Take it, you dirty pig!’
'Oh Polly, shag me harder!' he whimpered.
‘I’d love your wife to see this! How I fucking hate old that rat faced harpy! Imagine the look on her face!’
‘Yes, Polly! Oh, oh! I’m coming!’ he yelled.
I came inside him. We fell, out of breath, into each other’s arms.
For the next session all was quiet. We were in the guest room of his house. Theo was wearing a skin tight blue leotard and shiny opaque ivory tights. I gently swayed in my outfit of a short black gym slip, glossy bronze opaque tights, black knee length boots and of course my copper wig. I swayed side to side, a sultry expression on my treacherous face. I slowly paced over to him and pulled a shiny golden stocking over his fat face. I placed my hands on his shoulders and smirked devilishly as I slowly swayed my arse to the left, to the right and to the left again. He could see my tight red knickers under my skirt in the mirror behind. For a while we slow danced, me taking the role of the woman as we gently took a few steps. As the song faded out we were left in silence, just staring at each other. ‘At last,’ I said. I beamed to myself and closed my eyes. I moved in and we kissed slowly. Theo had left his wife. In fact we had thrown her out. I’d watched from the bedroom as I got ready. ‘You?’ she had said to me. ‘I’ve been good to you. I let you stay in the spare room when you needed help.’ I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. His wife had caught me sitting on her husband’s face in my tight electric pink spandex leggings, with a pair of her silky tights dangling over my face. I shook my head and smiled with pity when she caught us. I sighed and rolled my eyes as she launched into a tantrum about trust and faith. I took the tights off my head, handed them to her and stood to one side with a hand on my hip, my leg arched and told Theo that he had to get rid of her if he expected me to fuck him again. ‘Oh and do you know, Kathleen, your husband wanked himself off and sniffed my dirty knickers, as I farted on your ugly wedding photo,’ I beamed, as he kicked the dragon out.
Finally Theo and I could celebrate. He smoothed my panties through my tights as we kissed. I paused with my hands on his shoulders. I smoothed my hands over his leotard and rested them on his arse. I patted his him. I just had to smell it. I bent down behind him and sniffed his arse through his leotard. My eyes were closed in serenity as I inhaled. I stroked my panty crotch, as I sniffed and kissed and worshipped his arse in his tight leotard. I closed my eyes, smoothed my hands over his fat, shiny arse and sighed ‘I love this!’
‘You need to get your fat, encased face under my arse now!’ I commanded, slipping out of my skirt. Theo lay under me and sniffed me through his glossy mask. His hard cock was outlined in his leotard. I bounced and rubbed and pressed my arse on his face. ‘Can you feel that? Can you smell that?’ I giggled hysterically. ‘I love tights, tights, tights! It wasn’t long before I was at his cock again. Theo sat on the sofa, gripped his thighs, with his knees together, while I knelt between his legs and cupped his arse. I smoothed the tight sheen of his leotard arse, as I sucked his thick prick through his Lycra. I looked into his straining, glossy stocking face as I made the most hysterical expressions. As I sucked his cock, I stroked my own arse with my free hand. I kissed his bulge delicately and looked in his eyes. I smiled secretly as my tongue flickered and licked his leotard crotch. Oh this was the purest luxury. While Theo’s legs were still parted I got to my feet leant on him and rubbed my panty crotch against his bulge and humped him. I ground him into the sofa, as his hands gripped my shiny arse. Oh my! Theo lost control and filled his leotard with a load of hot spunk. Even my wig fell off. The knowledge that this image would hurt and disgust my boyfriend, made me pipe hot cream into my panties and tights. ‘I’m so happy, I’m so happy!’ I cried.
Below are some other outfits I also wore for him. It's always a thrill when I go shopping, because I know that the things I'll be buying and wearing are as much for Theo, (and xhamsters) as they are for me. x
Aeryn
- 06.03.2021
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Andersonville 12 The Day Linda Anderson Came To Town
- 3 years ago
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Spandex Dreams
- 4 years ago
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