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I am a dead man walking, yes a dead man. I let the time get away
from me and I have no Christmas gift on for my girlfriend. And even
though she's going to be out of town, I still feel like a jerk. "I may
as well go home and shop tomorrow" I tell myself, and then, I see an
angel with the answer to my problem. She's the salesperson at the
lingerie store, and I see her in the window fixing a display, and I'm
inspired as I watch her luscious long legs and her tight ass and her
sheer black pantyhose makes my heart stop briefly.
She's wearing a wonderfully tailored knee length skirt, and high
heels and she's at least 50 years old . I'm 21 and love older women,
but am very shy, so I spend a lot of time satisfying myself.
She sees me staring at her, and I do a double take when she
smiles at me. Her mouth is generous and her lips are full. She and I
enjoy smiling at each other , and my eyes take in her white silk
blouse, how it hints at how her full breasts look, the high collar
making her look like a lusty librarian or teacher. I decide I should
see if there's anything for my out of town girlfriend. I can't help
myself. I'm a pantyhose fetishist . A bell on the door rings as I
enter, and I know that I can find the perfect gift here. She climbs
out of the window and, as she does, her slit skirt opens high on her
thigh. I try not to stare, but it's very hard. She walks over to me,
her sheer blouse showing more of her delicious breasts than I'm
prepared for.
"Just what were you looking for , young man? My name is Mona."
Her voice is a sexy low one, and I come back to reality and tell her I
need something very nice for my girl, something in sheer black nylon.
I'm afraid I'm staring at her sexy thighs as I say it, and she smiles.
She puts her supplies down and leads me to a dressing area. "Come on
in, young man." she says as she takes my hand and leads me to a couch.
"Sit" she says, and I do. At this point, I'll do anything Mona wants.
She looks me in the eyes and touches her sheer stockings and runs her
hand over them. " You mean, something like what I'm wearing? Because I
have lots of different stockings here. Let's find something nice for me
to show you."
She leaves to get some samples , and I hear her locking the front
door , I call out "Mona, are you there?" I lean back on the couch as
she comes back with several boxes. "Now, I want you to look at how very
sheer my full crotchless pantyhose are. By the way baby, what's your
name?" she asks, and my mouth goes dry as I watch her manicured hand
slides down the side of her leg, lifting the hem of her skirt slightly.
"M-my name?" I ask her as I watch her sensually caressing her thighs,
watching me with hooded eyes, full of passion. She leans forward and
her leg muscles tighten and she gives me a wonderful look down her
cleavage. "Yes, your name, baby, what is it ?" I can't seem to take
my eyes off Mona's manicured nails sliding over her sheer stockings,
"It-it's Bobby, maam." She looks up at me, and her tongue slides over
her red lips wetting them. "You don't have to go right home , do you,
Bobby? I mean, this could take all night, trying on pair after pair for
you." I look into her eyes as she crosses her long legs and begins to
show me some very erotic crotchless pantyhose "Please, Bobby, I love
to be watched" she moans as she bends over and smooths the nylon with
her two slender hands. Oh god, I see the muscles flex under the nylon.
I can't take my eyes off her hot legs.
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