I shouldn't have been so naΓ―ve when I answered the ad but, then again, I was desperate. I'd been single again for quite a while and my sex life, and particularly, my indulgence in my fetish for tights, stockings and pussy eating had taken a bit of a tumble.
I'd advertised on several straight and fetish contact sites, where the number of single men looking for single women outweighed the converse by about 1000 to 1 and the only replies I'd had were from a couple of men offering to fuck my arse whilst wearing pantyhose! I couldn't quite see how that was going to serve my desire to bury my face in a nylon-clad pussy, so I ignored them.
I was now so desperate I would have sold my soul for a glimpse of a nylon clad pussy or arse, or to even be allowed to touch a stocking clad leg, when I saw Susan and Bob's advert. Susan and Bob were in their early 40s and looking for a single man to join them in 'Pantyhose fun' and, apparently, to satisfy Susan's love of 'Pantyhose-covered cocks'. I hadn't thought of meeting a couple but they seemed straight forward enough and from their photos I could see that, although not models, they were attractive and Susan certainly had legs I would have given my right arm just to be in the same room as.
I responded to their ad and was surprised when they replied the same day. We exchanged a few e-mails and eventually a few phone calls β they were a professional couple who, like me, had a kink for tights and stockings, which they often both wore for sex, and had decided to try and have a bit of fun with someone else. Susan was particularly turned on by a hard cock in tights β hence the ad. We agreed to meet at their house and set a date. Obviously, I was to wear tights under my clothes when I arrived.
The evening came and I put on a pair of my favourite 10 denier tan coloured tights, got dressed, put a couple of spare pairs in my pocket and set off. Even in the car the feeling of the sheer fabric against my legs and the thought of what might happen later was making me hard and I had to resist the temptation not to wank myself off in the car as I drove.
When I arrived they met me at the door. Bob was wearing jeans and a shirt but Susan was looking absolutely stunning in a short, slightly flared, strappy dress that came to mid thigh and very sheer black tights, showing off her fantastic legs, finished off with a pair of high strappy heels. She was obviously wearing no bra and her small but pert tits moved invitingly behind the fabric of the dress. Bob shook my hand and Susan smiled sexily and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before inviting me through to the front room.
Susan busied her self fetching drinks and playing the hostess and it soon became clear that she was an extremely sexy lady. Her eyes where expressive and deep, her smile engaging and when she spoke to me I felt like the only person in the world with her β I was completely smitten! The way she moved, stood, sat was fantastic and as her skirt moved I attempted to capture a glimpse of what lay beneath but to no avail, just heightening the tension and excitement I felt. Eventually she finished and sat down on the sofa next to me whilst Bob sat in an armchair opposite us.
We talked for a while and the conversation eventually turned to sex, the things themselves and I had done in the past and our mutual love of pantyhose. Throughout the conversation Bob was joining in but was clearly more passive whilst Susan was taking the lead and becoming more and more teasing. Her dress was riding up and exposing more of her thighs but, try as I might, I still couldn't quite see what I was yearning for. I was getting drawn deeper and deeper in and all I could focus on was Susan and my desire for her legs and what lay beyond, whilst my cock strained inside my tights and jeans β I would have done anything for this woman. I'm sure Susan had noticed my flustered state but she just ignored it and carried on teasing and flirting. She was just telling us how much she loved to suck a nylon covered cock and I had had just about as much as I could take when she stopped and looked me in the eye and said, in the sexiest possible way:
'You seem miles away Phil. Is everything OK?'
I could tell by the way she smiled at me that she had been watching me staring at her nylon covered thighs.
'I'm fine', I said, 'I just can't take my eyes off your legs.'
'Is it just my legs distracting you or are you trying to get a glimpse of my pussy?'
'Well, now you mention it.'
'Why didn't you say? Would you like to see my pussy?'
Well, there was only one answer to that:
'I'd love to!'
Susan got up from next to me on the sofa and stood facing me with her legs slightly parted before gently sliding her hands up her thighs until she reached the hem of her dress and slowly lifted it to her waist. She was part shaven and through her sheer black tights I could see her pussy lips pressed against the sheer nylon. She ran a finger up the seam at the front, touching her lips and parting them slightly behind the nylon. I could barely contain my excitement and my cock was straining against my tights, inside my jeans, and stimulating me further. At this point I was reminded that we weren't the only two people in the room as she said:
'Would you like to see too Bob?'
Bob answered 'Yes!' and she reached behind, lifted her dress at the rear and bent forward, no doubt giving him a perfect view of her pussy from the rear as well as her nicely rounded arse. She then reached between her legs and gently stroked a finger over the seam on her tights.
She stood up and looked at me again:
'Is that what you wanted?'
'Absolutely!'
She looked at my obviously uncomfortable state and said:
'I can tell. Isn't it about time I got to see those cocks? Come on you two get your kit off!'
Bob got up from his chair and came over. Susan reached out, grabbed my hand and pulled me up before sitting down on the sofa again:
'Come on β what are you waiting for?'
Bob and myself slowly undressed and stood directly before Susan, our cocks straining against our tights.
'Wow!' she said, 'What a sight for sore eyes! Aren't they magnificent? Come closer.'
We stepped towards her and she hitched her dress above her waist and spread her legs before reaching out and simultaneously running a finger tip up the length of each of our cocks, causing mine to twitch uncontrollably with the sensation. She then looked directly at me:
'Wow, Phil, that is a gorgeous cock I'm glad we met you.' Then, looking at me directly, 'would you mind if I sucked it?'
Would I mind? Hardly:
'No, I'd love you to.'
Once again it felt as if we were the only two people in the world as she looked into my eyes and stroked one hand up my nyloned leg and with the other started to slowly, and gently, rub up and down my cock. I was in heaven and about to enjoy the best blow job of my life when, once again, I was reminded that we were not, after all, the only two people in the room:
'What about you Bob? Would you like your cock sucked too?'
Well, of course Bob wanted his cock sucked β what a stupid question β but frankly I was not concerned with Bob's needs right now. I was, quite literally, in the hands of the sexiest woman I'd ever met and I was not keen on the process being stopped short. Susan continued:
'Look, Bob's cock is hard with excitement too, its not fair that I suck your cock and not his.'
'I don't mind if you want to suck Bob's cock first.' I lied.
'I've got a better Idea.' Said Susan, 'Phil can suck your cock whilst I suck his!'