THE PAST ADVENTURES OF ROGER CHAPPY

STOCKINGS NYLON STOCKINGS NYLON MOTHER`S FRIEND COMES TO STAY "Come on Roger, help me tidy up, you know my old friend Sylvia will be here any minute". I started to tidy up, then the doorbell rang, I could hear Mummy answering the door and then lots of laughs and silly women squeals. Yes.. Sylvia had arrived, "and this is little Roger" I hated it when she spoke about me as if I was still in a pram, I was 15 years old and nearly a man, "nice to meet you Mrs Sylvia" I said, as I outstretched my hand to this large buxom woman. "Oh come here" she said, and then before I could move she grabbed me and pulled me to her large chest, her coat was open and my face met her bosoms full on, she was wearing a white cotton blouse that you could see through, and as my cheek lay against her bosom, I could feel the hard surface of her large brassiere underneath my face, I took a deep breath and smelt her lovely perfume, Yes I think I am going to like having Mummy`s friend here after all. The evening went by without anything interesting happening, as did the next couple of days. Mrs Sylvia seemed to always give me little flashes of her body though, well at least I thought she was. She would bend over to look at something, and I could clearly see right down the front of her top, to these two massive mounds of warm inviting flesh, held inside a rigid looking bra. One morning this happened, and she wasn`t wearing a bra, I`m sure I could make out her nipples, as I could see where the skin changed colour to a dark brown, and as she moved I could actually see these two lovely bosoms swaying. I had to run up to the toilet and release my penis, and boy did I pull it...there was white hot come everywhere, as I unloaded with great pleasure picturing what I had just seen. Yes,Yes,Yes please Mrs Sylvia let me feel those beautiful white pillows of yours, as I pulled my foreskin back and forth. The next day, Mummy had to go out to work all day, so it was just me and Mrs Sylvia in the house all day. As I sat on the living room floor watching the TV, I could hear Mrs Sylvia coming into the room, it wasn`t difficult because you could alway hear her stockings rustling together with her petticoats and skirt, as I turned my head I just caught a glimpse of her thighs as she fell back into the sofa and crossed her legs, she looked at me and smiled. She was a mature woman of about 52 years old I `d say, as she smiled at me I couldn`t help noticing her blue eye make-up, and very red lipstick on her full moist looking lips, I could smell the familiar perfume as it waffed through the air, I then had to turn away or she would have noticed my full erection. When I dared to look back Mrs Sylvia had uncrossed her legs, and was reading a large newspaper, it was covering her face, so I dared to look between her legs and as I was positioned on the floor not very far away from her feet, I had an excellent view although I couldn`t see very much as her legs were only a little apart and it seemed very dark up there in the place of mystery. Then she started to move her legs a little, and they just seemed to part all on their own, I couldn`t believe it, was she doing it on purpose or was it just by accident, my head was spinning because as I bent my head forward a little I could see right up beneath her skirt and petticoat, her legs looked lovely wrapped in sheer nylon stockings, they were a beautiful tan colour and as I looked further up her legs the stockings changed colour to a very dark band and then pure white flesh, yes I was looking at Mrs Sylvia`s inner thighs, and right there in the middle I could see white see-through nylon panties, with lots of black hair underneath looking all squashed. This was a sight I hoped would never end, I just sat there staring and staring with the biggest hard-on I had ever had, it was aching and aching. I was awoken from my daydreaming by the sound of a newspaper being folded up "enjoying the view young Roger" Mrs Sylvia was looking straight at me, I just tried to say something but it was as if I had lost all control over the power to speak as no words seemed to come out, then a very meek "yes it is the most wonderful thing I have ever seen" came out. Mrs Sylvia didn`t look cross, on the contrary she looked as if I had paid her a compliment, "oh come now Roger, haven`t you seen girls panties before", "well yes I have sneeked a look up the skirts of some of the girls at my school, but I have never seen stocking tops before, they are really beautiful Mrs Sylvia". "Oh Roger, what are we going to do with you, you are such a beautiful strong looking boy, and will soon be a very virile young man with women falling at your feet" She then left the room and went upstairs. I thought that was it, no more thrills to-day, when Mrs Sylvia called out my name "Roger come here a minute" I obediently walked up the stairs to her bedroom, as I walked in I could smell the fresh feminine perfume, and then I couldn`t believe my eyes......Mrs Sylvia was sitting on the edge of the bed in just her stockings and suspenders and nothing else, well I just didn`t know where to look first, I looked at her large bosoms sticking out from her chest and sagging downwards a little, they had enormous browm nipples with blue veins running through them, and then I looked down at the black triangle between her legs, clamped in place by two succulent looking thighs wrapped in dark brown stocking tops held up by a white suspender belt. I looked down the length of her long legs encased in nylon and I could hear them as she crossed and then uncrossed her legs for my benefit. "Come and sit next to me young Roger" she said quietly and reasuringly, as I sat next to her......(Continued in part two)