The Neighbour                     by: Molly (cd)

 

There is nothing more I like best than the look of beautiful female legs covered in sheer nylon delight. I must admit, on occasion, to actually wearing stockings and suspenders myself.

One day while I was watching television there was a knock at the door. I was a little frightened as I had my stockings on under my trousers and wasn’t expecting anyone. As I opened the door I saw it was Lynn the new lady from next door who had recently moved in. She asked if she could borrow some coffee as she had forgot to buy any and couldn’t find the jar she had packed somewhere. I said "of course" and gladly lent it to her. I thought no more about it.

A few minutes later she was at the door again saying "As I had been so neighbourly in lending her the coffee, would I like to come over for a cup". I had nothing better to do and she did look very smart in her tight business skirt-suit, I said ‘yes’.

As we entered her house she asked me to sit down in the lounge and make myself at home. She would go and make the coffees. When she returned my eyes nearly popped out of my head!

She had changed into a very very short tight red mini skirt and sheer "barely-black" stockings, white satin and lace suspender belt. It’s pretty ribbon clasps and straps showing as her skirt was so short. As she walked the light glisened from her black shiny patent high heels. They must have had at least 5" heels on them and an ankle strap about 1" wide !! Her top looked like creamy satin.

The womanly "click clack" of her heels stopped as she left the hard floor of the kitchen doorway. She asked me if I liked her legs. I was speechless and mumbled or stutters something like "fantastically ... sexy".

She then said as she had showed me her stockinged legs, it would only be neighbourly if I showed her mine! She said that when she came round for the coffee (which was a genuine request) she couldn’t help but notice the bump under my trousers, where my suspender straps tugged at my stocking tops. I was very nervous; no one had ever seen me in my ‘kit’ before. She reassured me saying there was nothing to be frightened about as she glided over to me. I stood up as she ran her long red fingernails over my shirt, easily opening the buttons. My eyes gazed at the deep cleavage before me. Her sweet perfume intoxicated me, I felt powerless to resist. When my shirt was open she undid my belt and eased my zipper down, licking her lipsticked lips as she did so. Her beautiful lips were perfectly made up in the same deep red shade of lipstick as her red nail varnish.

As my trousers fell to the floor she let out a pleasing gasp. Her eyes widened at the sight of my sheer lace-top black stockings. "Very pretty" she said as she ran her hand across the sheer fabric. Her soft touch sent pleasure pulses running through my body making my silky scarlet panties bulge. She bent down and ran her hands all the way down my nylon stockings and back up again. Stopping at the top to smooth them clear of any (imaginary) wrinkles and adjusted my suspenders. "But darling" she said, "these shoes will never do. You really should try a pair of mine". She did a tiptoe twirl inviting me to gaze longingly at her patent high heels. I could see the heel had a stainless steel spike in the last inch or two before it touched the floor. The wide strap holding her nylon clad ankle in place. Binding it there so it couldn’t escape. How I longed for my feet to look like that. How I wished for the arched foot feeling of my nyloned foot slipping into the soft but firm leather.

I couldn’t believe my ears when she said, "I’ve always had a thing about feminising men. Making them look as pretty, feminine and delicate as possible, even tarty. But every boyfriend I’ve approached with the idea has run a mile. When I saw your stocking tops showing through your trousers I thought it was too good an opportunity to miss." She slowly slid her hand inside my panties and wrapped her long red fingerer nailed hand around my manhood. "And I can see" she continued "from this, that I have finally found the pretty-boy of my dreams". She kissed me full on the lips. I tasted the creaminess of her sexy red lipstick. It wouldn’t be long before I was wearing it myself. She hitched her skirt up and raising her leg up and rasped her stocking against mine. I felt her heaving satin clad breasts against my naked chest as she slipped my panties down in one quick silky movement and rubbed my erect helmet against her wet pussy. mmmmmmmmmmmmm I can see we are going to have so much fun together.

And we did!!

 

 

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