Thigh Highs

Funny how you have flash-backs at strange times. I was trying to recover from an incredibly hot orgasm and all I could think of was more! more!

My panties were gone, my legs were sweaty and trembling, but I was insatiable. This night was far from over that much was sure.

As I sat and contemplated my next move, my mind drifted back to my high school days. It was just after my 18th birthday and my mom had arranged for me to babysit for the couple next door. I didn’t mind at all, I actually liked Rob and Sharon. I even liked their kids. But I especially liked Rob.

Rob and Sharon were in their early thirties, well built, both worked out all the time. I must admit I used to fantasize about Rob. I dreamed of him taking me by force, holding me down, ripping my panties away and having his way with me. I often watched him do yard work, hoping he would shed his shirt just to get a glimpse of his mountainous chest.

I guess I felt such fantasy was safe because I knew it would never happen. It was just a school girl crush, but it was still enjoyable. It made me wet and horny enough to get me through many a lonely night of fingering myself into fantastic release.

This day would be no different. I was to drive over to their house after church on Sunday, watch the kids for a few hours while they went to some social thing. No big deal.

Maybe subconsciously that was the reason I dressed the way I did, I’ll never know. It was just fun to dress up when Rob was around. When I was alone in their house I would sometimes pretend he was married to me… imagining all the things I would do to that body when he got home from work… all the places his tongue would explore as he tasted every inch of my young, tanned, submissive body.

I remember, because it was the first time I ever wore thigh highs. Smooth, silky, cream-colored thigh highs with that sexy, lacy, rubbery grip top. They felt so erotic when I put them on… and the matching creamy lace thong was just perfect. Just looking at them in the mirror made me want to play with myself, but I had no time for that. Still, I felt so sexy in church I just kept crossing and uncrossing my legs so I could hear that delicious swishing sound.

I could feel the eyes of all the young guys staring at me, even the married ones. Once I even thought I caught the minister trying to get a glimpse up my dress, and that just made it worse. It only served to fan the voyeuristic fire that was burning deep within my panties.

Finally the service was over and I headed over to meet up with the kids. When I got there, Rob emerged from the bedroom in a short muscle shirt and skin-tight work-out pants. He said Sharon had been at her mother’s house for the weekend, and would be a couple of hours late.

I started to go home, but he said to hang out there and wait, no sense making another trip. His deep voice made my heart skip, he was so insistent that I stay. My fantasy began to take shape again, there we were, the perfect little married couple, home alone on Sunday afternoon.

We sat together on the couch and flipped some channels till we finally decided on a movie. That was when it happened. I noticed Rob looking at my legs. Not glaring or gawking… just looking, with admiration, as if he felt they were sexy and was paying me a compliment of sorts. I decided to have a little fun, so I slowly shifted my position to give him a better view.

That was when we crossed the line, because the moment he saw the top of the thigh highs… he was done for. It was as if someone had attached a helium tank to the crotch of his shorts and inflated them to full pressure! I hadn’t seen a bulge that size in my life, not even in my erotic dreams! It was so huge my jaw instinctively dropped and I stared shamelessly at his groin.

“Rob, are you OK?” I asked.

I know… pretty stupid, but I was only 18 and it was all I could think to say. He said he was fine and tried to ignore it, but I just kept staring, all the while sliding closer to him on the sofa. With each move my dress inched further toward my waist and within seconds, without realizing it, my undergarments were completey exposed from the waist down.

As you might have guessed, this didn’t help Rob at all. I could now see his rock-hard cock pulsing with his own racing heart beat, throbbing to beat the band in those tight little shorts. He tried hard not to seem flustered, but the closer I got the heavier he began to breathe.

Now I knew I was in charge. I had him! He was within my grasp, this sexy god of a man I had only dreamed of holding. I slid against him, our hips touching, and tossed one silky, creamy leg across his. The touch of my satiny hose against his muscular thigh caused him to moan and he finally gave in to his urge.

At last he reached for my leg, running his hand along the smooth nylon, probing the lacy top first one thigh high, then the other. My hands were up his shirt feeling his hard nipples, working their way down toward my dream dick.

We went for it at exactly the same moment. His fingers grabbed my soaking wet panties at the same time I forced my hand into his pants, freeing his begging member from it’s cruel entrapment. Stroking gently at first I gradually picked up the pace as he pushed my panties aside and probed my swollen lips.

My head fell imediately into his lap, and I gave a few quick licks across his bulging cock before burying it deep in my throat. His moans grew louder and made me ache to feel him inside me, but not yet. I sucked and licked like a wild animal, lightly teasing his balls with my hooker-red nails, much to his delight.

I knew he was about to explode so I pulled away and stood before him, teasing him further as I stripped like a cheap whore. Everything came off… everything except the thigh highs and the heels. I could tell he wanted it that way. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes, or his hands off my firm, seductive legs from the moment he’d seen them. It was his reward for being such a good boy and pushing his cock in my mouth.

I spun around several times to give him the full view, then backed into him to tempt his throbbing muscle with my firm, tight ass. He began jacking himself off, more out of reflex than anything else, but I pulled his hand away and slowly dropped onto his lap.

Two seconds later he was wildly tearing into the lace of my thong with both hands. For a moment the room spun and I could feel him ramming his HUGE dick deep inside me as the remains of my once pretty panties were tossed carelessly onto the floor. The smell of sex and seduction was overwhelming. I sucked and licked at his neck, his chest, his nipples, anywhere my tongue could reach as he rhythmically pounded me into the air.

Like a rag doll, I was lifted into the air and flung onto the floor where Rob proceeded to absolutely rip me in half!!! Violating my young pussy with every ounce of passion and strength he had. My only memory was that I wished I could spread my legs wider, lift them higher, and pull him deeper!! I was such an erotic fuck I wanted every inch he had to give!

I don’t know how many times I came, exactly, but I remember his orgasm like it was yesterday. It was the most complete and fulfilling release I have ever witnessed. I’m not sure how often Rob and Sharon had sex, but it had obviously been a while. I know because he shot into me with the force of a flesh-toned rocket booster, again lifting me off the ground and shaking my pelvis to the very core.

I squeezed him as tightly as I could, wanting to collect every drop inside my hot pussy, wrapping my legs around him like there was no tomorrow. It went on for a solid minute as he groaned and shuddered himself into a sweaty puddle of afterglow, collapsing onto my soft,inviting nipples. Then it was over.

He smiled and kissed me, but said very little. An hour later his wife arrived and we both carried on as if nothing had happened. It wasn’t the last time though, we had a few other adventures I’ll share with you later. (Vacation at the beach!)

I remember for the next two weeks Rob wore as big a smile as I’d ever seen. Especially, he later told me, the next day at work. That Monday he met Sharon for lunch and as he reached into his jacket pocket for his keys he felt a soft, sexy, still-moist and highly fragrant pair of thigh-highs. Call it what you wish.

An erotic, seductive tease.

A warm, sweet, distant kiss to brighten his day.

Fitting reward for an incredible performance.

Spoils for the victor.

Whatever you choose to call it, I know he kept them in his office desk for a long time, pulling them out occasionally to smell them, to feel them and remember that special day. It was one of many erotic secrets we shared for many years. And the best part is…Sharon never suspected a thing.