Encased Affair Part 2 (Story)
For Part 1 see 'Encased Affair'
Part 2...
After a few moments I got up and said ‘Right! Let’s make some photographs and play dress-up!’
‘Sounds good to me,’ said Ray.
I led him to the bedroom, opened up a few drawers and my wardrobe. I threw a few pairs of tights, knickers and various silky outfits on the bed. I found my digital camera, with the invaluable self-timing function and announced, ‘We’re going to put some of our pics online, let the world know what we like!’ I held up a pair of shiny plum red, knee length form-fitting Lycra shorts. ‘These would look fucking ace on you,’ I announced. ‘Probably too tight but who gives a shit?’ I fed them over his pantyhose legs. Ray squeezed his well-built arse into them. He smoothed his hands over his arse as he checked himself in the mirror.
‘Sexy Ray!’ I laughed, putting my arms on his arse. ‘Happy birthday,’ I whispered before we kissed again. He was already hard again.
I took a few pictures of him in different poses and set the timer to capture us, unmasked kissing, full length poses, his hands on my leotard arse, mine on his. I set the timer to capture me on his lap, as we kissed, him bent over with me kissing his arse, me licking his Lycra bulging cock, me sitting on his face, as I grinned in ecstasy. I took a pair of tights and set the timer to capture our heads under the waist band, stretching the crotch area against our faces, as we kissed inside. I pulled the tights over my face, so the leg sections dangled over my shoulders and pranced and posed as Ray took my picture on his phone. I asked Ray to shove more pairs of tights and my knickers into my pantyhose mask, so my nylon face was opaque and bulging with lingerie and pantyhose. He took another photo. I posed with my hands on my hips, removed the pantyhose and mass of lingerie from under my mask and pushed them down the back of Ray’s Lycra shorts.
‘I’ve always liked this effect,’ I gasped. 'I really love to sniff my smelly panties and pantyhose!' Ray examined the prominent tight bulge in the back in the mirror, as I touched up my makeup and fixed my head in a glossy black bobbed wig.
‘Looks like I’ve had an accident,’ he laughed as he stroked and patted the shiny bulge in his Lycra shorts.
‘Maybe that’s the whole point,’ I said as I stood up, placed my hands on his arse and kneaded the soft mass. We kissed ever so sensually. The thought that my boyfriend was out at work gave me a thrill.
I gave his arse a pat and said ‘I want to see what your arse looks like when you walk.’
Ray turned around and walked to the door and back. The tight sag of his Lycra shorts stuffed and packed with my rolled up panties and pantyhose looked so fucking hot. When he backed up towards me I knelt behind him and produced soft delicate kisses and sniffs on his soft, tight bulge, occasionally patting it and telling him ‘Ooh, you're my man.’ Ray indulged me further by bending over as if to touch his toes. He told me that it was so wrong, as I rubbed my nose and mouth against the soft shiny bulge while I smoothed my hands all around his arse. ‘God, I love your arse,’ I cooed, in between sweet kisses on the tight bulge. 'I can smell my stinky tights and knickers!'
I stood up and put my arms around him. My glossy lips and wig shimmered under the light.
‘I can’t believe you’re for real,’ he said.
‘Anything’s possible.’
We kissed slowly with our eyes closed.
I got Ray to sit in the chair, while I took a special pair of pantyhose and some stockings. I straddled him.
‘These tights, ‘I said, grinning cheekily, ‘have been modified. I’ve cut a hole out of the crotch so they can go right over your head. Just shove your arms in the leg sections.’
I slipped the shiny bronze tights over his head and smoothed them over his chest and arms. ‘Ooh that’s better,’ I said, feeling his big chest and running my hands over the tight material. I then fed his head into not one, but two pairs of shiny stockings. The first stocking was a light tan and the second a dark steel colour which made his rugged features shimmer. I leant forward and pecked him. ‘Fuck, you’re hot,’ I said, stroking his smooth, shiny head. This prompted him to kiss me more passionately.
‘Okay, take some more pics,’ I announced.
Ray set the timer to capture me; my face, pressed against the seat of his bulging Lycra shorts and a POV shot of me looking up from between his Lycra thighs, his hard cock straining against his Lycra shorts. ‘Fuck, this is so kinky,’ he said. Another picture was timed to capture my head under Ray’s legs, my head pressed against his balls, with the most insane, lustful expression. ‘I want a pic where you’re squatting over me, not quite on my face’ I said.
‘With this bulge in the back of my shorts it looks like…’
‘I know!’ I squealed in a real sissy, sissy voice, as I lay down. ‘Can’t wait for my followers to see these pics.’
‘You’re loving this,’ he said, setting the timer and squatting over me. I looked at the vision with trembling lust.
‘Right!’ I said, getting to my feet. ‘I’m going to get out of this leotard and tights and slip into something else.’ I slipped off my heels, removed the leotard and black tights. Ray watched me, slowly stroking his bulbous knob through his Lycra.
I selected a tight scoop neck long sleeve blue leotard and a pair of shiny Danskin light toast tights . Because I was in a kinky mood I stuffed a couple of balled up pantyhose down the back of my leotard. I stepped into my high silver heeled shoes. We linked our arms around our waists and slowly looked at our arses in the mirror as we swayed sexily from side to side. Then I turned my back to Ray and I swished my tight bulging Lycra arse against his tight bulge in the seat of his Lycra shorts. Ever. So. Slowly. It felt amazing and looked obscene.
‘Darling, it’s time…I want you, Ray. I want you!’
I removed the balled up tights from the back of my leotard, pushed my hands against the dressing table, stared at my slutty face in the mirror, and bent over.
‘Don’t take off your Lycra. I want you to fuck me with your Lycra on,’ I breathed. 'Fuck me! Fuck me!'
Ray got behind me, grabbed my hips and dry buggered my tight curvy arse through my leotard. I could feel his hard cock slamming my arsehole through the Lycra. ‘You fucking slut! You fucking dirty slut!’ he yelled.
‘Ooh I’m Polly…I’m a sissy wissy! Ooh Ray! Ray! Harder!’
‘Yeah, you like that, do you, in fucking tights…being fucked in tights and a leotard?’
‘I love tights! Ooh tights! Ooh I love my tights! I love men! I love men with hard cocks in tights and Lycra! Ooh Ray…bugger me!’ I cried in a loud sissy voice hoping my perverted old neighbour was listening to me again, as he wanked and sniffed my dirty tights I’d often push under his door. It was such a thrill seeing Ray’s distorted and determined expression through his tight nylon mask. Ray couldn’t take any more and blasted his thick spunk through his Lycra shorts, all over the seat of my leotard.
Still shaking with lust I lay under Ray and asked him to squat over me again, as I rubbed myself off. His Lycra shorts stretched tight as he bent his knees and his arse loomed over me. I couldn’t take my eyes off the tight shiny bulge of the rolled up pantyhose in the back of his Lycra shorts. I mumbled a request to him.
‘What was that, you said?’ he said.
‘Fart on me, Ray,’ I said quietly.
‘Huh?’
‘Fart on me! Fart on me! Please!’ I squealed.
‘I’ll do my best, you dirty bitch,’ he said. He grunted and strained and eventually blasted a hot one over my blissful face. Whether it was the pungent smell, the scene of Ray squatting in his Lycra or the fact that my boyfriend walked in on us at that moment, there was nothing I could do to stop flooding my leotard with my hot cream.
‘Happy birthday to us.’ I sighed.
Part 2...
After a few moments I got up and said ‘Right! Let’s make some photographs and play dress-up!’
‘Sounds good to me,’ said Ray.
I led him to the bedroom, opened up a few drawers and my wardrobe. I threw a few pairs of tights, knickers and various silky outfits on the bed. I found my digital camera, with the invaluable self-timing function and announced, ‘We’re going to put some of our pics online, let the world know what we like!’ I held up a pair of shiny plum red, knee length form-fitting Lycra shorts. ‘These would look fucking ace on you,’ I announced. ‘Probably too tight but who gives a shit?’ I fed them over his pantyhose legs. Ray squeezed his well-built arse into them. He smoothed his hands over his arse as he checked himself in the mirror.
‘Sexy Ray!’ I laughed, putting my arms on his arse. ‘Happy birthday,’ I whispered before we kissed again. He was already hard again.
I took a few pictures of him in different poses and set the timer to capture us, unmasked kissing, full length poses, his hands on my leotard arse, mine on his. I set the timer to capture me on his lap, as we kissed, him bent over with me kissing his arse, me licking his Lycra bulging cock, me sitting on his face, as I grinned in ecstasy. I took a pair of tights and set the timer to capture our heads under the waist band, stretching the crotch area against our faces, as we kissed inside. I pulled the tights over my face, so the leg sections dangled over my shoulders and pranced and posed as Ray took my picture on his phone. I asked Ray to shove more pairs of tights and my knickers into my pantyhose mask, so my nylon face was opaque and bulging with lingerie and pantyhose. He took another photo. I posed with my hands on my hips, removed the pantyhose and mass of lingerie from under my mask and pushed them down the back of Ray’s Lycra shorts.
‘I’ve always liked this effect,’ I gasped. 'I really love to sniff my smelly panties and pantyhose!' Ray examined the prominent tight bulge in the back in the mirror, as I touched up my makeup and fixed my head in a glossy black bobbed wig.
‘Looks like I’ve had an accident,’ he laughed as he stroked and patted the shiny bulge in his Lycra shorts.
‘Maybe that’s the whole point,’ I said as I stood up, placed my hands on his arse and kneaded the soft mass. We kissed ever so sensually. The thought that my boyfriend was out at work gave me a thrill.
I gave his arse a pat and said ‘I want to see what your arse looks like when you walk.’
Ray turned around and walked to the door and back. The tight sag of his Lycra shorts stuffed and packed with my rolled up panties and pantyhose looked so fucking hot. When he backed up towards me I knelt behind him and produced soft delicate kisses and sniffs on his soft, tight bulge, occasionally patting it and telling him ‘Ooh, you're my man.’ Ray indulged me further by bending over as if to touch his toes. He told me that it was so wrong, as I rubbed my nose and mouth against the soft shiny bulge while I smoothed my hands all around his arse. ‘God, I love your arse,’ I cooed, in between sweet kisses on the tight bulge. 'I can smell my stinky tights and knickers!'
I stood up and put my arms around him. My glossy lips and wig shimmered under the light.
‘I can’t believe you’re for real,’ he said.
‘Anything’s possible.’
We kissed slowly with our eyes closed.
I got Ray to sit in the chair, while I took a special pair of pantyhose and some stockings. I straddled him.
‘These tights, ‘I said, grinning cheekily, ‘have been modified. I’ve cut a hole out of the crotch so they can go right over your head. Just shove your arms in the leg sections.’
I slipped the shiny bronze tights over his head and smoothed them over his chest and arms. ‘Ooh that’s better,’ I said, feeling his big chest and running my hands over the tight material. I then fed his head into not one, but two pairs of shiny stockings. The first stocking was a light tan and the second a dark steel colour which made his rugged features shimmer. I leant forward and pecked him. ‘Fuck, you’re hot,’ I said, stroking his smooth, shiny head. This prompted him to kiss me more passionately.
‘Okay, take some more pics,’ I announced.
Ray set the timer to capture me; my face, pressed against the seat of his bulging Lycra shorts and a POV shot of me looking up from between his Lycra thighs, his hard cock straining against his Lycra shorts. ‘Fuck, this is so kinky,’ he said. Another picture was timed to capture my head under Ray’s legs, my head pressed against his balls, with the most insane, lustful expression. ‘I want a pic where you’re squatting over me, not quite on my face’ I said.
‘With this bulge in the back of my shorts it looks like…’
‘I know!’ I squealed in a real sissy, sissy voice, as I lay down. ‘Can’t wait for my followers to see these pics.’
‘You’re loving this,’ he said, setting the timer and squatting over me. I looked at the vision with trembling lust.
‘Right!’ I said, getting to my feet. ‘I’m going to get out of this leotard and tights and slip into something else.’ I slipped off my heels, removed the leotard and black tights. Ray watched me, slowly stroking his bulbous knob through his Lycra.
I selected a tight scoop neck long sleeve blue leotard and a pair of shiny Danskin light toast tights . Because I was in a kinky mood I stuffed a couple of balled up pantyhose down the back of my leotard. I stepped into my high silver heeled shoes. We linked our arms around our waists and slowly looked at our arses in the mirror as we swayed sexily from side to side. Then I turned my back to Ray and I swished my tight bulging Lycra arse against his tight bulge in the seat of his Lycra shorts. Ever. So. Slowly. It felt amazing and looked obscene.
‘Darling, it’s time…I want you, Ray. I want you!’
I removed the balled up tights from the back of my leotard, pushed my hands against the dressing table, stared at my slutty face in the mirror, and bent over.
‘Don’t take off your Lycra. I want you to fuck me with your Lycra on,’ I breathed. 'Fuck me! Fuck me!'
Ray got behind me, grabbed my hips and dry buggered my tight curvy arse through my leotard. I could feel his hard cock slamming my arsehole through the Lycra. ‘You fucking slut! You fucking dirty slut!’ he yelled.
‘Ooh I’m Polly…I’m a sissy wissy! Ooh Ray! Ray! Harder!’
‘Yeah, you like that, do you, in fucking tights…being fucked in tights and a leotard?’
‘I love tights! Ooh tights! Ooh I love my tights! I love men! I love men with hard cocks in tights and Lycra! Ooh Ray…bugger me!’ I cried in a loud sissy voice hoping my perverted old neighbour was listening to me again, as he wanked and sniffed my dirty tights I’d often push under his door. It was such a thrill seeing Ray’s distorted and determined expression through his tight nylon mask. Ray couldn’t take any more and blasted his thick spunk through his Lycra shorts, all over the seat of my leotard.
Still shaking with lust I lay under Ray and asked him to squat over me again, as I rubbed myself off. His Lycra shorts stretched tight as he bent his knees and his arse loomed over me. I couldn’t take my eyes off the tight shiny bulge of the rolled up pantyhose in the back of his Lycra shorts. I mumbled a request to him.
‘What was that, you said?’ he said.
‘Fart on me, Ray,’ I said quietly.
‘Huh?’
‘Fart on me! Fart on me! Please!’ I squealed.
‘I’ll do my best, you dirty bitch,’ he said. He grunted and strained and eventually blasted a hot one over my blissful face. Whether it was the pungent smell, the scene of Ray squatting in his Lycra or the fact that my boyfriend walked in on us at that moment, there was nothing I could do to stop flooding my leotard with my hot cream.
‘Happy birthday to us.’ I sighed.
5 年 前