Blast from the past, when i tributed in her tights

Isnt life a funny thing..Christmas just around the corner & families reuniting from afar..Well,Saturday evening certainly brought an event from around 25 years ago firmly back in my mind. Out in Edinburgh i saw (but did not engage in conversation...as i will explain later) a woman i used to know really well..
Away back in the 80s when i was married we ran around with another couple.(Mike & Helen).The usual kind of things.meeting for drinks,going out for meals & even going on holidays always as two couples.I had always found Helen extremely attractive. My wife rarely wore erotic hoisery/ligerie etc and it was always a treat seeing Helen on nights in/out either in her fishnet tights or seamed tights etc..Tantalizing one,s imagination as to what her tiny panties looked like or indeed if she had suspenders on etc.A few times we would stay over at their house & vice versa.On this occasion that is by now very memorable we were staying over at theirs.
As they had been decorating,they kindly gave up their bedroom to us.
Sitting in the living room throughout the evening i could clearly see Helen had extremely fine denier sheer seamed tights on,which had me aroused & a distinctive bulge in my jeans.Making an excuse to use the bathroom i popped into the bedroom.With great excitement i saw their laundry basket and heart racing like hell before i knew where i was i had lifted the lid.Right on top was a stunningly sheer pair of Helens worn tights.Knowing i had a limited time frame before i was noticeably missing..i had my hard cock out,sniffing her tights.Foreskin pulled hard back and at the point of no return.(Now here is where you guys have to use your imagination)Im wanking hard,Cock solid and smelling her tights & at the point of no return .Suddenly a stern voice said.."WHAT ARE YOU DOING"..I looked up to see Helen had come into room and was standing just inside the door.Like a scorned schoolk** i stammered and muffled i was sorry..Face beaming bright red,as i stood there holding her tights open but her timing couldnt have been any worse..as i began shooting my load everywhere..over her tights..There was just no way to stop it..and being a lot youngeri could really shoot my load..It just seemed to be none stop, pumping out my cock..Helen stood there and watched every jet fly through the air..turned on her heels and left..Frantically i zipped up..By then,a total bag of nerves i went in to the living room to face the music but to my relief she hadnt said anything.
A few years later my wife and i parted and they opted to side with my ex wife and stop speaking etc to me..Hence on Saturday night on seeing them i did not speak..just rekindled that night .
Hope ive not been to boring..