I was inspired to kick off this new thread idea by reading another thread about women who wear stockings and suspenders, which made me think about a crazy period in my life when I was young(er), free and single. For years I had read stories in porno magazines that sounded just too unbelievable to be true, until it started happening to me.
Fucking a hot Finnish chick in a sauna on an overnight ferry, fingering a girl to orgasm in a crowded train, that sort of thing. But nothing topped the fulfillment of a long-held fantasy, a truly messy shag with a hot babe in stockings and suspenders.
Around 2000/01, I was single again after three or so years of monogamy. It was then that I met an interesting woman online, who immediately floated my boat. Within a few days I discovered that she was married; this would usually have put me off, but I felt a stirring just to give it a go and see what I could get out of it. She was utterly gorgeous too. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a bit like porn star Michelle Wild. At twenty-four, five years younger than me.
She wore glasses and looked a bit like a librarian, and was utterly hot when she had her hair locked back in a ponytail. Her husband - no, I am not making this up - was some hotshot helicopter pilot, but was clearly not taking her to heaven and back in the sack. It was completely illicit and not "me" at all, but that just seemed to add an additional frisson.
One couldn't call it a relationship, and it was more of a highly sexually charged fling. I was just recovering from the end of a three year and and off relationship, and she was just a sex-crazy nympho who loved cock and being eaten out. Again, it sounds like the sort of story one might find in the letters page of a top shelf magazine, but I'm not making it up!
We met in a local pub, and immediately hit it off. Just half an hour into the conversation, we both knew what was going to happen next. Four bottles of wine and a chilly twenty minute walk later back to my flat, we were all over each other. After a marathon session where we spent half the night with our heads between each others' legs, we started talking about our fantasies. She immediately locked on to my liking full-bottomed knickers and lingerie, and said that the next time we met she'd be fully kitted out. It wasn't fantasy wear for her - she actually wore stockings and suspenders under her work attire.
I was in porn fantasy heaven - a woman who wore this clunky lingerie at work? When did this happen apart from the pages of "office fantasy" porn scenes? I couldn't quite believe it until she turned up at my door the following evening, wearing a grey skirt suit that finished just above the knee, and under that a tight white blouse. I could also see the sheen of white stockings.
She grabbed me as soon as she was inside the door, and shoved my hand up her skirt, where I was directed towards soft, sheer material that was already incredibly damp. We made our way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind us, her jacket, my shirt and trousers, her blouse... And when she unzipped and dropped her skirt there she was... A dark-haired angel resplendent, an almost carbon copy of Michelle Wild, clad in a tight cleavage-enhancing white lace bra, matching stockings and suspenders, and the pièce de résistance, a pair of almost sopping wet full-bottomed semi-transparent white knickers.
Every spare millilitre of blood had thundered down to my nether regions, and I was desperate to fuck her. Pulling her wet knickers aside, she got onto all fours with her bottom in the air, letting me slide my now rock-hard length inside.
It wasn't just the fucking that was turning me on, but her white seamed stockings and suspenders in front of my, and the sight of her creamy white arse as I was hammering her balls deep whilst holding her sopping underwear aside.
As I approached the point of no return I pulled out, flipping her over before unleashing a torrent of hot spunk that perfectly complemented her white underwear. The sight of that white lingerie and her swollen cunt was so intoxicating, and I couldn't help myself as I wanked myself into a frenzy, covering her knickers and belly in close to a dozen white sticky ropes.
The view was simply stunning as I looked down on her. Her face was completely flushed, with a satisfied look as she saw me admiring my own artwork. I knew I could deliver a load, but even I was impressed. Everything had clicked into place, and it remains one of the best and craziest sex sessions I have ever had.
We had a relaxing shower together afterwards (but no shower fuck as I was way eyind spent) and she drove back home commando.
We met up around a dozen or so times after that (including the evening that included the train fingering session), fucking like rabbits until the whole thing had started to run its course. It was never going to be anything more, but I think we both knew that.
As for emptying my balls over women in elaborate lingerie, it has been a case of back to porn. My current partner prefers smart black pairings. :D
