THE PAST ADVENTURES OF ROGER CHAPPY

STOCKINGS NYLON STOCKINGS NYLON STOCKING TOPS I`ve always had a thing about nylon and stockings, I think it stems from my youth when I used to sneek into my mothers bedroom, and look through her underwear drawer. I used to get so turned on just feeling the nylon and running my hands through all the various colours and types of stockings. It was always the tops where the colour would change colour that used to fascinate me the most, particularly the tan coloured ones, as these were the most common that I saw my Mother wearing. This all started me off on a journey of sexual adventures, where I was constantly on the look out for flashes of stocking tops. I became quite an expert on peeping without people noticing. Living in London, the underground tubes were my favourite, because you could sit right opposite women, and if they were even just a little careless with the position of their legs you`d get a view right up their skirts. On one occassion I boarded the train at Shepherds Bush station on my way to my Aunties house out in Epping, Essex, I knew it was a long journey so I settled down into my seat. We were just stopping at Marble Arch station when this beautiful elegant woman got on and to my delight sat right opposite me. She was about 50 years old and had lovely colourful make-up on which seemed to make her look really sexy and she had black hair which was about 50% grey. I could smell her perfume as I looked straight at her, then my eyes wandered down to her skirt which had been pulled up a little under her thighs as she sat down, and then I could see her lovely legs, covered in the sheer tan coloured nylon, and to my amazement I could just see a bit of her dark tan stocking tops. When I looked up our eyes met and she looked a little bit angry at me staring at her legs but she didn`t alter her position, so I continued to get an enormous hard on looking at these glorious stocking covered legs. Before long the train had got out into the essex countryside and was now out of London`s underground and was now overgound, the compartment we were in was now almost empty with just an old man at the other end. This lady started to move her legs a little, opening them and then closing them, as my eyes moved instantly to the very slightest movement I could see her almost smiling to herself, I think she knew what effect she was having on this young virile man. I could just see the insides of her thighs at the stocking tops, and then to my amazement they parted a little more and I could actually see the white of her panties, and the white suspender clasping the stockings into place. This was so erotic I had to cross my legs to try and hide my erection, my dick was now throbbing and she didn`t help matters by rubbing her nylon covered thighs against eachother, the sound was immensely sexy and I was really struggling to contain my come. I just sort of lost myself looking at this white covered cunt before my eyes and the contrasting stocking tops, then before I knew it the train had stopped at Epping station and the doors were opening. I looked at her and she gave me a wonderful smile and got up with her Harrods bags and walked out of the train, I immediately followed. As we walked down the road, she was about fifty feet in front of me and looked over her shoulder, so I ran up to her and said “I`m sorry to bother you miss, but can I help you and carry your bags for you”. “Oh that would be very gallant of you young man, what a gentleman”. We walked for about ten minutes making small talk, in which time I learnt her name was Belinda, she was a widow, 50 years old and very wealthy. I told her all about my time playing rugby for the county, and the loads of girlfriends I had (I wish). I think she knew I was lieing but she didn`t say anything, then we arrived at this huge wooden front door at this lovely big house. Belinda invited me in and asked me if I would like a coffee, I naturally thanked her and said yes. As I sat in this enormous lounge, she said she would be back in a moment and disappeared upstairs. When she returned I nearly died with fright she had changed into Black seamed stockings, a black girdle, high heeled black stilletto shoes and to finish it all off a black see through nylon bra. “I saw you looking at my underwear on the train young man, so I thought I would give you a proper show. How long have you had a fetish for nylon stockings young Roger?” I felt a little embarrassed but I had to answer “ever since I was little, when I used to look through my Mothers underwear”. She looked at me and smiled “Come here to Aunty Belinda, that`s it, now feel my ankles and calfs, doesn`t that feel good you naughty boy” I replied and was also getting really turned on because as I looked up I could see under the girdle to her hairy cunt, and I could even see the lips all swollen and dripping wet. As I moved my hands up her nylon clad legs I reached the top of her thighs and those lovely stocking tops, then she grabbed my head and buried my face into her dripping cunt and at the same time closed her stocking tops around my head, making me go almost deaf. It was a really strange feeling licking up her cunt juice and not hearing anything, just feeling the sheer nylon around my face and ears. Belinda released my head and pulled me to my feet, “What a good boy you are Roger, your tongue has made me ready for my lover” I couldn`t believe what I was hearing until out of a side room came this masive muscle bound man. “This is John, he`s my love machine, and is going to fuck me right in front of you young man, so pay attention and you will see what a real man can do to a real woman” I felt really deflated now, but as soon as this John bloke got between her legs and started to move his huge cock in and out of her wet cunt, I got really excited and started to pull my dick back and forth to the same rhythm as John. I was fascinated by her nylon clad legs wrapped around his powerful back, and just looking at Belinda with her legs open was really horny. He ripped off her bra and her two huge breasts came into view, they were great the way they both wobbled with his thrusts, I could notice them speeding up until he said “I`m coming” “No! don`t come inside me pull out and come all over my stocking tops for me” He did just that and pulled out his massive weapon and cascaded shot after shot of hot white come all over her suspenders and stocking tops. “Now come here young man and lick all this lovely manly spunk off my thighs, it was as if she had total control over me, because I just walked over to her and got down onto my knees and immediately started to run my tongue along the dark black stocking tops sucking up all this slippery white come, that had only seconds earlier been jetting out of John`s large cock, I couldn`t help but slip two fingers into her sopping cunt and with the other hand now wanking my erection, I exploded white come all over her shiny black stilletto shoes. I felt like I knew what she wanted me to do before she had to say anything, so I lowered my head and licked all my come off her shoes, whilst she now had three fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt until she started to wriggle around and shudder with the explosion of her own climax. The next day whilst I lay in bed at my Aunties house I stroked my cock, wandering if it had all really happened or was it all a dream, it was in fact reality and a memory I would treasure for many years. THE END.