Sticky Cocktail
When I reached his place, he was waiting for me in a bathrobe- upstairs in his study he had set up two arm chairs facing each other. Just as I was about to sit down, he held me back, pulled my ass to his crotch and let his hands go down into my pants.
Clutching my pantyhose covered cock, he stroked me softly while rubbing himself against my backside. He pulled my pants and sat me on the chair then poured me a class of champagne. “Enjoy…” he told me.
On his knees he started sucking me with so much energy- his mouth felt so tight around my cock – digging his face in my crotch, I felt helpless as all I could do was to sit back and enjoy the champagne and the fact that he was at my knees.
Clenching my ass, licking up and down he seemed to be enjoying himself quite a lot !
I couldn’t hold it in much longer – and warned him I was about to cum. “In the glass” he mumbled…Perplexed but too excited to even ask why, he pulled up his glass of champagne under my twitching cock just as I was about to spew out my cum….As directed, I shot my load right in his glass; splashing champagne a bit out of the glass, he immediately gulped down the cocktail.
We spent a good part of the rest of the evening sitting on in front of each other, he caressed my pantyhosed feet and legs while I enjoyed the rest of the bottle of champagne.
“Well….that was a good evening”, he said softly.
A Tearing moment…
Wearing
I haven’t gotten to finishing my story yet – it’s all written down in notes I took after the said evening and I’ve misplaced my Molskine somewhere…I just can’t remember where !
Evenings have been a bit chilly here in Montreal, although not as cold as they should be. Nevertheless, I still sport my black tights under my pants when it’s a bit too cold for my tastes. I have a great pair of thick black tights I bought some time ago and I usually take them out during this time of the year when this humid skin-pearcing January cold comes around. I hate wearing longjohns because they’re simply too thick and it gets too warm down below – so I’ve opted for tights and haven’t turned back.
There’s also an element of pleasure in this as I always wonder what people would think if they knew what I was wearing…I mean, it has happened on occasion while sitting down or crossing my legs someone would get a glance at the tights, but you would really have to know they’re tights because they actually just look like black socks.
Still, I still kind of close my eyes in the subway and dream of being dragged in a dark corner by a rather dominating woman so she can open my pants and see my nylon covered cock and rub her hands all over it…
Hipster Hourray
It was one of those Saturday evenings that seemed perfect; out with some friends, great drinks and a great pub in downtown Montreal. We were a small gang, 6 or 7 I think…and it was getting pretty late in the night. One of the girls at this small gathering was lovely beret wearing blond with stunning eyes; she had a very hipster style going on with dark black opaque tights, used brown ridding boots and a vintage style dress. Quite a great look, very sexy indeed.
We chatted through out a good part of the night and flirted quite openly. It had been quite a while since I had had such fun and by nature, I’m not the flirty type of guy. When the gang finally decided to call it a night, I offered my lovely new friend a ride back to her place – which was on the complete opposite of where I live…Along the way we continued talking and she asked how I had met a friend we had in common. “We actually met on a photography website, she commented on one of my picture and we just got to talking…” “Cute story, what kind of pictures do you like ?” she asked back…”Pretty much anything with a touch of real, nothing staged or too perfect…pictures that are a bit raunchy in a way” I replied.
a small souvenir of the evening...
“Melanie (our common friend) mentioned you seemed quite fond about legs…” I swear, I had the same look on my face as a deer about to be hit by a truck on a dark road when she said that. Stumbling on my words trying to find something, anything smart to say I just let out a muffled “Oh, ummm….yeah.” She smiled and indicated my next turn to take on the road. The rest of the ride was…quiet…yet filled with a certain sexual tension…
When we finally arrived, we exchanged numbers for an eventual drink or coffee and surprisingly she invited me up to her loft “Come on up, I’ve got this great photography book I want to show you…”
I stepped inside her place and no sooner did she turn the lights on that she dropped her purse, coat and dress in the fastest more amazing move I have ever seen in my life. For a second time that night, I had that deer stare on my face.
“Tits and tights, want in?”
I walked up to her, grabbed her my the waist and indulged in sucking the tip of her firm breast while my hands both grabbed her butt cheeks – which by the way, felt amazing in her tights.
She led me to her couch in the living room, told me to kneel down as she sat down on the couch and put her feet on my shoulders. “Lick me through my nylons…you’re probably into that eh ?”
“Indeeeeeeeeed….”
The rest my friends is to come…Stay tuned !
Well now…this reminds me of an evening a couple of weeks ago…My lady and I were out with friends for a couple of drinks. The evening lasted quite late into the early morning hours but once we got home…it seemed like we had a bit of energy left…
Not so much 3 but 2
I had put a Craigslist ad up saying I was looking to have fun with any one into pantyhose – I guess I was really in the mood that night and figured maybe, just maybe someone would be up to play with me…I was pleasantly surprised to get a quick reply from a guy in downtown Montreal asking me if I wanted to join him and his “lady” friend in a threesome. Sounded quite exciting…
We chatted a bit to exchange the basic info about each other and then he sent me his friend’s contact info so I could chat with him/her a bit to see if we would connect. So I started chatting with “Stacy” who seemed like a pretty open minded person and a very sexually open individual too…which in my book is essential.
The more we chatted the more we realized we had common views and that we actually lived very close to one another. It wasn’t long long until we both forgot about the 3rd member of the planned evening- to the point where Stacy invited me over but not her friend. “We’ll have enough fun together…we don’t need him”
So I made it down to Stacy’s condo, rang her door number and he buzzed me in. Wine glass in hand, laced black corset with black stockings and heels and a black wig was Stacy’s outfit that night…exciting I thought…
Without saying a word, she pushed me onto the wall and pulled off my jeans with an energy I had rarely witnessed, revealing me pantyhose covered cock fully erect waiting to be satisfied. Stacy bent down on her knees and started licking me through my hose, making them very wet…and I helped a bit with an overflow of pre-cum generously dripping out of my penis. I let her take control as it seemed she knew exactly what she wanted.
Soon enough I found myself sitting on a couch in the dark room about to be mounted by this black wig wearing crossdresser- condom on, lubbed up and hard as rock, Stacy held on to her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks so I could insert her deeply. Slowly, she let herself down but it wasn’t long before she was bouncing up and down on me moaning and groaning loudly as I clenched her ass with my hands.
We went on like that for a couple of minutes and switched over to the dinning room table and then another couch, then the floor, the wall and finally back onto the first couch we were on. Stacy lied down, facing up and asked me to sit on her – not sure how she wanted me to sit on her, I put myself on top of her bringing cock up to her face. Seems like that’s what she wanted…
She grabbed my pantyhose ass, pulled up the hose over my cock and started sucking on genitals as if they were the best tasting lolly-pops she had come by in a while. She then instructed me to masturbate in her front and on top of her. She encouraged me as i wacked off harder and harder and faster and faster. I could feel her hand in my back stroking her cock faster too.
I couldn’t hold in much longer and I warned her i was about to cum – “In my mouth dirty whore!” she said to me and so to please her that’s exactly what I did. As I was about to shoot, I pulled down my pantyhose, grabbed my cock and jammed it into her mouth. As I came all I could feel was her tongue flicking my cock in her mouth as she enjoyed what I had to give her and all of a sudden, I felt a thrust of her hips and a warm feeling on my backside…she had cum too 
As I got up she helped me clean up and offered me a glass of wine. We chatted a bit about her condo, my love for pantyhose and we both had a laugh about our poor third party member who had unfortunately missed out on quite an evening…
Meeting the Goddess
Before things start getting hectic and crazy at the office, I’ve decided that it’s the best time to stop by and visit Ophelia, my massage Goddess. 
Seems like I wasn’t the only one with that idea as she was quite busy and took quite a while before confirming our rendez-vous. She finally sent me an Ok earlier tonight – in which she writes:
“Of course I remember you – the pantyhose lover 
1 in a million !”
I had asked her the first time we met if she had any other client who had asked to wear pantyhose for them during the massage. “Nope. Stockings, latex, heels, panties, big ass white cotton panties…but never pantyhose.”
Well then, I guess that does make me a bit special
