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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.
