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Waterloo to BalhamAlways caught short on my way to work, I’d have to pop into the toilets at Waterloo. Well named. I always used a cubicle because it was nice to sit down after standing in a tube train for the best part of an hour. The graffiti on the walls always intrigued me. Some of it was almost artistic. I didn’t go for the hurriedly scribbled phone numbers with promises of cock fun. I liked the more figurative work. Someone had drawn a male torso with a hard cock sticking up proud from the side of a pair of skimpy black lacy panties. He was wearing the usual fishnet stockings. I felt my cock rise and touch the cold rim of the porcelain. ‘Time to go, I’ll be late’ I thought as I forced my unruly member back into my pants. During the short tube journey that followed it hung down inside my jeans like a snake ready to pounce. The merest glimpse of a cleavage or a stocking clad thigh made it itch and twitch up. It was an almost painful feeling but horny nonetheless. I couldn’t get the image of the stiff cock in stockings out of my mind.I needed to get something for dinner later. Tesco’s was on my way back home. I thought I might pop in, get some food and maybe find myself looking escort bayan istanbul at the frillies. I remembered that they had self-service checkouts and my cock twitched up hard as I thought of several unexpected items in the baggage area.I got home with a ready meal, a pair of black hold-ups, a cheap pair of black nylon panties and a hard on. I put the ready meal in the fridge and went upstairs. My wife was working nights so I had the flat to myself. I took off my work clothes and was soon naked. I pulled the panties on, but my cock stuck out of the elasticated top. I think the feeling of the nylon on my balls made it poke up higher. I then shimmied the hold-ups up my legs until the rubbery tops gripped my inner thighs. I couldn’t resist looking in the wardrobe mirror at my nylon clad legs. I pulled the panties up and the gusset went into my bum crack separating the hemispheres of my pink arse.My cock was pulling the panties tighter and I had to bring it out to release the tension. My cock was wet and I noticed a damp stain on the panties. I rubbed the pre-cum over the red tip of my cock. I’d just statrted stroking slowly when there was a knock at the door. ‘Shit!’ istanbul escort I’d forgotten that I’d agreed to host a meeting with the other leasebolders in our block of 4 flats. I hurriedly put on a dressing gown and went to the door.It was Sue from flat 1. ‘Hi Shig, I know I’m early but I wondered …’: she stopped mid-sentence as she looked at my stocking clad legs. ‘ .. if you’d like me to make some proper coffee for the meeting ..’, she tailed off and continued to stare at my legs as a mischievous smile started to play around her lips. She took my hand. ‘She’s working tonight – your wife I mean – isn’t she?’. ‘She is’, I almost whimpered, now trying to hide another embarrassment working its way up my panties and pushing against the plush dressing gown. ‘Well, we’ve got an hour before the meeting, why don’t you come downstairs with me and help with the coffee? C’mon you!’ I let her lead me down to her flat and sat on the sofa when she asked me to.On the stove the kettle was set on a low heat. ‘Ok, while we wait for that to come to the boil, do you fancy a glass of wine to loosen up? There’s a bottle in the fridge. Fetch it for me and a couple of glasses – they’re in istanbul escort the back of the cupboard above the microwave – bit of a stretch I’m afraid, but I think you can reach them.’ I felt her eyes on me as I walked into the kitchen. When I hesitated she said ‘If you’re not quick, I’m going to have to teach you how to be quicker! Remember, we only have an hour and I need a shower too.’ I didn’t know what to do, but reached up to the cupboard to get the glasses. As I did so my dressing gown opened and my pantied cock poked out. Sue was cool about it. ‘Well! I wasn’t expecting coq au vin, but why not?’ She smiled as I blushed scarlet. ‘Pour the wine then’. ‘You were a bit slow, weren’t you. Come here and I’ll think how I should deal with you. Oh, you might as well take off that dressing gown and stand in front of me so I can see what you’re made of. By the way, don’t think I’ve never noticed you looking at my tits when you bring the post in. Do you like them that much? You can drink your wine now’.She was in her early forties and slim, I had admired her tits – they’d looked soft and nuzzlesome under the oversized jumpers she always seemed to wear. That night she just had a blouse on and those soft tits looked much more pert and her nipples stuck up through the cotton top. As she looked at me, ridiculous in my stockings and panties, my cock twitched up as she took off the top and told me to sit on her lap …… to be continued.
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