Polly and Phil (Tights and Lycra Fetish) - Sex Stories

Polly and Phil (Tights and Lycra Fetish)

... violently up my face, drenching the inside of my stocking mask, making it opaque with spunk. Phil collapses onto the sofa, in his tights and in bliss. We kiss through our stocking masks to celebrate the orgasm, transferring his spunk through my mask to his mask. I then get up and prepare. During the silence as Phil recovers an unspoken understanding passes between us. This experience is beyond a hook up. We look at each other as I remove my mask and shake my head and wring out the drenched stocking and smile sexily. I slowly step out of my shoes and ease my sexy legs out of my tights, which I then put into his coat pocket. ‘Don’t get too comfortable, Lycra lover,’ I say to Phil as I head towards the bathroom. ‘Take your tights off. Hang them out of the window. I’m going to shag you soon.’ Phil takes off his mask and lets out a massive sigh. He then slips out of his tights and creeps to the window where he d****s the tights over the sill. In the bedroom as I leaf through my shiny unitards hanging in the wardrobe still aroused. I select a couple of shiny full one piece unitards and grab some more tights and stockings, some of which need washing and are a bit smelly but I don’t care. I call Phil in to the bedroom. I throw a green unitard and some glossy danskin gold tights at his face. ‘The unitard is probably also too tight for you but it’s okay…I want to see you squeeze your arse into it…before you put it on these tights have been adapted, the crotch cut out so they go over ...

... your head and encase your chest and arms…I’ll help you with that. Oh and he’s another stocking mask…’ I watch then as Phil almost struggles to get into my skintight green unitard, but we’re both shaking with lust, our hearts beating in anticipation of what might happen. The fact that I luxuriate and dive head first at being a cheating bitch is half the fun. I slowly ease my legs into black gloss tights and pull my blue unitard over the top, shove my head into a black stocking mask and then finish off the look with knee length black heeled boots. We look at ourselves in the bedroom mirror, our arms around each other, our wide, treacherous smiles, stretching our masks. We grab each others smooth arse and kiss through our masks. Black nylon lips on tan nylon lips. Phil notices that the bed is full of my silky tights, knickers, girdles, panties, pantyhose, leotards, bras, bikinis, swimsuits, cycling shorts. We move to the bed and roll around, kissing, sometimes our heads disappearing in the piles of silky items, my naughty silky sissy secrets, my shimmering sexy secrets, my gorgeous glossy gifts. I lose myself among the panties and tights and break off kissing to take up piles of panties and tights and rub and run them over my skintight glossy body, and face and exclaim ‘Oh tights, tights, I love tights, I love panties, ooh Lycra and pantyhose forever…ooh spandex…I’m such a sissy and I love it…ooh I fucking love it!’ We have a play panty and pantyhose fight, hurling panties at one ...