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I do have a few ideas for a series of stories about Bob and Susie and so I would welcome hearing what your first reactions were and whether you think more adventures would be something you would want. Constructive criticism is always welcome, as a comment or directly to me.
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Bob and Susie were quite an unusual couple. Bob was in his early 50s, professional, serious and quite shy. Susie was 38, vivacious and had tried acting, singing and working as a receptionist. She still acted in the occasional play.
Bob was... well, staid. Susie was anything but staid. Take her clothes. Tops a little low, skirts a little short and heels a little high -- and everything tight. Not slutty or tarty -- just... interesting.
Whether the interest was because of the clothes themselves or her plump but shapely legs and well-endowed chest was uncertain -- but just about all men, young or old, certainly found Susie interesting. And Susie just couldn't help playing up to that interest. Really, she couldn't help it. That was probably how she came to be with Bob.
Bob had not had much luck with women. That was probably why he stared so much at Susie the first time he saw her. Those plump calves thrust out by her slim, high-heeled, strappy sandals. Her shapely bottom encased in that tight skirt -- and that magnificent bust fighting to escape from her tight top.
When he saw Susie smiling at him, Bob blushed and turned away. Every other woman who caught him staring scowled at him or asked him in a loud voice if he had seen enough. So it took him a while to realise that Susie was genuinely pleased that he was looking at her... staring at her... well, ogling her.
Susie made a big fuss of Bob, resting her large bosom against his arm as she talked to him and moving her face very close to his. He felt he was just going through the motions asking her if she wanted a lift home but he couldn't believe his luck when she said yes.
Throughout the drive, Bob's eyes alternated between Susie's impressive cleavage and her tight skirt, which had ridden up a few inches to display a generous amount of nylon clad leg -- and occasionally on the road. Susie's hand -- and her elegant, red-painted fingernails -- darted onto his thigh, resting there a few moments before moving to his arm.
The evening had gone so well that as they pulled into the car park where she had left her car, Bob thought he would chance his luck and go in for a peck on Susie's cheek. Unbelievably, Susie not only allowed him a kiss, she actually reciprocated, nuzzling into Bob's neck and then giving him a full-blown kiss on the lips.
The kiss continued... and turned into a snog. If Bob thought he was dreaming so far, he really couldn't believe the next step. Susie traced her long fingernails along his thigh to the unmistakable bulge in his trousers, gave it the lightest of scratches -- and then took his hand and placed it firmly on her nylon clad thigh before resuming her own hand's caress of Bob's very erect erection.
As a man with a very strong leg and stocking fetish, Bob gave a groan and allowed his trembling hand to inch its way under Susie's skirt, savouring the nylon material before enjoying the thicker stocking top and attached suspender. "You know we can't go too far tonight?" purred Susie, continuing to caress the head of his cock through his trousers. "I have been seeing someone -- only for sex, of course. But I still have to break up with him in person before you and I... go too far."
"Of course," gasped Bob, not believing for one moment that he would see this creature of his dreams again and assuming this was her way of ending things.
"How about I meet up with him on Friday evening, I'll tell him I'm now seeing you and get him to drop me off at this car park. If you are here waiting, then we can go out afterwards. How does that sound. I am seeing you, aren't?" Bob thought it sounded wonderful and said so. "I'll wear something special for you," Susie whispered in his ear, "You seem to be a stockings fan." And with that she kissed him once more and slipped out of the car.
Bob was in heaven as he drove home -- albeit with a rather painful erection. He rushed into his apartment, switched on his computer and quickly pulled up his favourite porn. Pictures of shapely women in uniforms, mini-skirts, basques and corsets... and of course, stockings. He was so excited from kissing and fondling Susie that he knew he wouldn't last very long at all but as he clicked through his favourite pics a thought came to him.
Momentarily losing his erection, he connected two things that Susie had said to him: she wanted to wear something sexy and special for him and she would tell her ex in person that she was finishing with him. The thought that her ex would see her for the last time dressed in stockings -- stockings meant for Bob -disturbed him and his erection started to soften at the thought of her ex getting an eyeful.
But then a strange thing happened. Although Bob was horrified at the idea of someone seeing Susie's stocking tops or her breasts pushing against a flimsy bra, his erection suddenly returned even stronger than before. His mind visualised this stranger running his hands over Susie's sexy body and the more he hated the idea -- the more it seemed to excite him.
Then, to the unwanted mental image of her ex's hands pushing up her skirt and fondling Susie's stocking tops, Bob had the most explosive orgasm of his life, spewing great wads of spunk straight over the top of the screen of his laptop and landing on the table beyond, only the later, lesser spurts covering the screen itself.
His orgasm finally over, Bob panted as he tried to regain his breath. He also felt a deep shame at the thought of him masturbating to the idea of Susie being fondled by another man and put the whole idea out of his head.
By Friday, his masturbation session and imagined images of Susie and her ex were forgotten and he impatiently got through his working day until the time came to meet her. He was both excited at seeing her and also anxious as to whether she would really turn up -- he knew he was batting above his station seeing her.
He arrived early and parked his car. After sitting there for a while, he decided to stretch his legs and wandered around the car park. Making his way back, he noticed another car parked way over to the side. He wondered if that was Susie and he wandered towards it.
When he got close, he stopped and crouched behind a bush, his heart pounding; it was Susie. The car was parked in the shadows, away from the lights illuminating the car park, but the interior light was switched on, casting Susie in a warm glow -- but more importantly, showing one of her large breasts had been pulled out over the top of her bra and a man's hand was cupping it. In fact, you could say he was groping it.
Bob moved over to a raised area so he could look down into the car. Not content with having her plump breast displayed and fondled, Susie hitched up her skirt and eased her flimsy panties down to mid thigh and started tracing her finger along her slit. Her ex shifted in his seat, obviously intending to straddle Susie and insert his penis into her pussy but Susie stopped him and whispered something in his ear.
Bob's heart missed a beat as Susie eased the other big titty free, both breasts now squeezed above her bra. As she leaned forward, Bob saw that her ex already had his erect -- and large -- penis out of his trousers and as Susie squeezed her big, soft titties around it, his hands went to Susie's stockinged thighs, fondling and groping them as if in a frenzy.
Bob was horrified. How could she do this to him? But appalled as he was, he suddenly became aware that once again his penis was betraying him. Unable to take his eyes off the scene unfolding in front of him, Bob released his straining dick from the confines of his trousers. He was horrified that he was spying on Susie and even worse, was wanking as he watched her. And he could not understand why he became so excited seeing another man fondling Susie's legs as she gave him a tit-wank.
But try as he might to rationalise it, the fact remained that once again Bob was sporting an erection much stronger than he had even when viewing his favourite porn videos. And as Susie used her big titties to lift her ex's cock towards her face and leaned down and gave the head a nuzzle with her lips, it wasn't only Susie's ex who spewed huge wads of cum. Bob wasn't lucky enough to shoot over Susie's titties, as her ex was doing right now, but he did spurt plenty of cum.
