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George came round a few days later. Was I excited to see him? One thing for sure, I don't have a mixture of guilt and lust when just anyone calls. That would be wild, wouldn't it?
Did George have the same feelings? If I was as upfront about sex as part of my brain wanted to be, then I guess I'd just come out with it.
'Hello, George, are you feeling randy today?' I heard my voice in my mind, and wondered if he could hear it too.
I stood firm and said what happened last time could never happen again, yes it was lovely but we had gone just too far, and it was just far too risky if we ever got found out.
The poor boy agreed; what else could he say to his mother-in-law?
"I wouldn't want to spoil our relationship," he said. Of course he did; he's a good man.
The shed still had to be finished, so I knew he would be back. When the shed is finished, I thought, I'll have to think of something else.
He took a few visits to do the work, stopping to chat and drink coffee more often than absolutely necessary. That may have been because I made the coffee, and the aroma of freshly baked biscuits is hard to resist.
I noticed him trying to get a peek down my blouse, especially when I had 'accidentally' left some buttons undone. Several times I caught his eye trying to see my bra, but as I was a natural flirt, it was fairly normal for most men to look. We still gave each other a hug and a kiss when he arrived and left.
I used to dry my washing on an airer in my conservatory when the weather wasn't so good. One day, when he came to visit, there was a selection of stockings, two or three different suspender belts, plus bras and knickers, all very visible. If I knew that anyone else was likely to visit I would have put the drier upstairs, but for George? Well, he'd spent enough time trying to glimpse my underwear between the buttons of my blouse, it only seemed fair to make sure he knew what he was missing.
We sat at the table in the conservatory drinking our tea and catching up, when I noticed George kept looking at the drier and eventually he came out with it and asked me if the stockings that were over the airer were Gios. I was a little surprised by that comment but did admit that two of the pairs were Gios, and then asked him how he knew that.
He admitted he had always had an eye for vintage stockings, and it wasn't common to see them these days; he continued to say how you could always tell if someone had proper vintage stockings on as they just seemed more elegant somehow, far more so than the cheap ones.
I asked if my daughter still wore them. His face fell.
"Not any longer," he said. "I bought her some once, but she has the wrong kind of suspenders, the modern ones." He shrugged his shoulders and almost sighed. "The old fashioned ones are so much better."
"You mean with six straps, not four," I said.
"Yes," he said. "The new ones leave wrinkles."
"The old ones are so much more comfortable," I said and glanced towards my underwear on the airer. I knew it was only a matter of time before his gaze followed mine.
"Yes," he said and hesitated. "French knickers so look nice, don't they?" he said.
There was something about the way he said 'yes'.
I had always been very open with him, but I don't think we had ever spoken about underwear before. Why did he agree that the older suspenders are more comfortable?
I bit the bullet and asked him straight, "Have you ever worn stockings or ladies' lingerie?"
I tried to say it as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I smiled and sipped my tea. There was a short pause. I looked away, knowing I needed to give him space because he looked a little embarrassed.
"Yes," he said. There was that word again.
"You know, it is surprisingly common. Of course, it is much more difficult to tell what men are wearing, so people don't talk about it. I've never seen a problem. I don't care whether it's for comfort or some kinky stimulation, what the eye doesn't see, can't cause offence, can it?"
I waited, but it seemed he needed more space. "It's a pity it's invisible," I said. "Men's underwear is so boring."
I looked him up and down, smiled and said that I bet he looked rather good in it. I had always admired his bum and had a lovely view of his naked body after the massage.
He went fairly quiet and I noticed him running his hand over his legs through his trousers.
"I am wearing some now."
I was a little taken aback but tried not to show it. I didn't believe it at first. I know it was wicked of me, but I couldn't help asking him more questions. I tried to sound light-hearted.
"How long have you been doing that? How often?" I couldn't help a little giggle. "What does she think? Does she even know?" You can imagine. Not exactly the Spanish Inquisition, but it didn't make it easy for him to shut up and finish his tea.
I still thought he was pulling my leg, then he said, "I can show you if you like."
He stood up and undid his belt and started to undo his trousers and just let them drop to his feet. He held his shirt up to show me. I was a little stunned; there he was stood, wearing a satin and lace six-strap suspender belt with matching satin and lace briefs, his cock very snugly held in them but also fairly obvious, and some lovely nearly black Gio seamed stockings.
He said that I was the first person he had ever admitted it to and shown. He had gorgeous legs and when he turned around I could see his bum half held in by the satin of his briefs, but that seemed to make it look even sexier. His seams weren't quite straight at the back, so I went to straighten them for him. His whole body shook as I touched his legs. I think I took him by surprise.
"It's okay," I said. "I'm only straightening the seams for you."
I waited while he recovered.
He did a twirl, showing me everything.
"What do you think?"
That was a tricky question. Was he talking about the stockings or the way his cock was getting hard? I desperately tried to remind myself that we'd agreed that we mustn't go too far.
"You look gorgeous," I said, "but you should probably cover up because we said we mustn't... didn't we?"
He put his trousers back on and tucked his shirt in.
"Your secret is safe with me," I said, "but you're welcome to dress up next time you come alone."
I bit my tongue and managed not to say, 'I might not be so good, next time.'
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