I'm having very naughty sex with my elderly widow neighbour Dorothy, she loves to wear stockings, ripped open tights / pantyhose and slutty patent stilettos for me and likes to be tied face down to the bed spreadeagled and blindfolded whilst I use her mercilessly. In the meantime you might like to hear how this all came about?
The weird thing is that we've lived opposite each other for years and whilst I've always thought she was an attractive lady for her age, albeit very prim and proper, I'd never particularly thought of her in a sexual way. However her husband sadly died some 6 months ago, and some weeks later Dorothy asked my help to move a chest of drawers in her bedroom which she'd emptied out. As I was doing so, there was an unopened packet which had fallen down behind the drawers. I picked it up and to my surprise it was a packet of dark tan stockings and at that moment (me being a massive lover of stockings) I suddenly saw Dorothy in a totally different light.
'Ahhhh', she sighed whimsically as I handed them to her, 'I doubt I'll be needing those any more'.
Before I could stop myself (and with my blood suddenly pumping) I found myself saying 'Well you never know Dorothy, never say never!'
She gave me a little smile then reached over and gave me a hug. I don't mind admitting that I wanked myself senseless as soon as I got indoors at the thought of her in her dark tan stockings with my big hard cock buried deep in her pussy!
Although finding Dorothy's stockings had turned me on tremendously and I was convinced she had hugged me just a little bit harder than normal I didn't think anything else would actually happen, and I wasn't going to push it, after all the poor lady had only recently lost her husband. But anyway fast forward a few months and her daughter who sings in a band invited both of us to see her band play in a local venue. Obviously it made sense for me to give Dorothy a lift and look after her for the evening. I was pleased to see she'd made an effort, and was wearing a fairly short sixties style dress, dark tan nylons and surprisingly spiky black patent stiletto ankle boots, and I have to admit I was more than a little turned on admiring her nyloned legs and wondering if they were the very stockings I'd found that day when I helped her but didn't presume for one minute I'd be finding out.
Anyway by the time the evening finished she had had a fair few glasses of wine and gratefully took my proffered arm to steady herself on the walk back to the car. I'd parked in an underground car park which was very well lit and when we got to the car, being the gentleman I am, I walked her round to her side and opened the door for her (and I don't mind admitting hoping for a good flash of nyloned leg as well if I was lucky).
