Encased Affair
I met Ray on a fetish dating site. We messaged and flirted, while my partner worked nights at the 24 hour petrol station about a hundred yards from where we lived. Ray told me he was a doorman. I asked if he was married. He said it was complicated.
‘Maybe I like complicated men,’ I smiled, as I messaged him.
‘Complicated older men more like,’ he messaged back. ‘I’m fifty next Saturday.’
‘Ooh it’s my birthday next week. I’ll be thirty,’ I said. ‘We should celebrate in style.’
Ray said that he didn’t normally do this kind of thing but was curious about my profile, particularly my fetish for Lycra, tights and leotards. He particularly liked it when I sent a few pics of my legs in tights and heels. He said he couldn’t believe they were mine, and that I should prove it. ‘Only on the condition that you model for me in a pair of tights and Lycra shorts,’ I texted him. He sent me a pic of his hunky form packed into skin tight purple Lycra shorts, where the outline of his hard cock was clearly visible. I could make out that under the shorts he was wearing suntan tights! He had his hands on his hips. Then there was another pic of him bent over, really exposing the shine and sheen of his hunky arse in his shorts as he peeked over his shoulder. So I sent him some full length pics of me in my short tight black spandex dress, black wig, shiny black tights and heels, followed by a head and shoulders pic of me pouting in my plum red lip gloss. We decided to meet up.
Since it was early afternoon I went to the pub out of town. I arrived in my shiny skin tight charcoal grey cycling shorts, with the padding at the back. People would assume I had my bicycle outside but I went on foot. I used to go to the same pub a few years before in my tight jodhpurs and boots even though I never rode horses or worked in a stable. I just liked the thrill of being surrounded by older men seeing me dressed like that.
Ray and I talked about the kind of relationship we were looking for. As the day went on I felt weak at the knees being in the company of a well-built hunk. I wanted to melt into his arms. I wanted to sit on his lap and curl into his arms and chest. I wanted him to run his hands over my arse and to caress my thighs in my Lycra. And I wanted everyone to see that I was his sissy darling. After an hour we had a game of pool. I enjoyed knowing the locals would see the tight Lycra stretch against my arse whenever I bent over to take a shot. At one point I asked Ray if he could show me how to hold the queue. He pressed his well packed crotch in his tight jeans against me and whispered ‘I’d love to bone you.’ I pretended to fan my face and in a sissy voice I said ‘Ooh! I’m a good girl!’ Then I tiptoed around the pool table, slowly wiggling my tight arse. From the other side of the table I placed a hand above my hip, arched my leg and said ‘If you put the black ball in that pocket I’ll sit on your face, if you miss…I’ll still sit on your face.’ Ray missed. He looked at me knowingly and asked if I wanted to go for a drive with him.
‘Lemme think…’ I teased. As we left the pub I whispered, ‘Put your hand on my arse.’ I wanted the locals to see. Ray squeezed and patted my arse through the skin tight sheen of my Lycra, as we left. I looked over my shoulder and winked at the landlord.
In the car we paused and looked at each other.
‘I’m married,’ he said.
‘I live with a man,’ I smirked.
‘I wish my wife would dress like you…talk like you…look like you,’ said Ray.
‘She doesn’t have to. I’m here now,’ I said. I reached into my bag and took out my burgundy coloured bobbed wig with the long straight cut fringe and fixed it on my head. I looked at him and said ‘Call me Polly.’ Then softly inside the calm ambience of the car I said: ‘It’s true to say that my desire for Lycra and tights is out of control. ’
We threw our arms around each other and kissed passionately for an hour, settling into a long slow rhythm where we were chewing our lips, until the wig slid down my face and fell off. Ray put his hand on my shiny crotch. I broke off and said ‘Not here. At mine. I want to do this while my fella is at work. He’s working the night shift.’
Back at my place I asked him what he wanted me to wear for him.
'Anything.'
'Would you...w-would you wear something for me?' I asked sheepishly.
'Sure. Just name it.'
I minced to my top drawer in my bedroom and returned with a balled up pair of shimmery suntan control top tights.
'I'd love to see your hard cock encased in these,’ I said, biting my lip.
'Oh fuck,' he grinned like a stupid dork.
I smiled back and pecked him. 'Give me a few minutes.’
Moments later I was in the lounge, in awe as I saw him lying on the sofa with his hard cock straining against the shiny fabric in the skin-tight control top panel of his tights. My face, without the wig was heavily made up in plum lip gloss, mascara and dark eye shadow. I let my gown slide down to reveal that I was wearing a skin-tight black leotard over shiny black tights. I looked him in the eyes, smirked and slowly slipped my head into a smooth, glimmering golden stocking. I opened my mouth wide and closed my eyes as I smoothed the shiny fabric over my face. I then stepped into some black high heeled shoes and pressed a finger to my mouth to shush him as he was about to speak. I crawled onto the sofa and lay in his arms. We kissed for ages as he stroked my shapely arse in my leotard. I could feel the hard bulge of his cock pressed against mine. I paused and said ‘I wonder…’
‘What?’ he said.
‘How thuggish you might look in a stocking mask?’
‘Why don’t you shove my head into one and find out?’ he grinned, caressing my left cheek, gleaming under my tight nylon mask.
‘Mm, there’s a matching stocking somewhere…’ I said, retrieving the packet from the bedroom and returning with the other stocking. I pulled the tan stocking over his well-fed face. It flattened his nose and squashed his lips but while my nylon mask gave my face a youthful sheen Ray’s mask gave him a sharp glossy sheen. Naturally it had the desired effect. Sensually we pecked a few times. I paused to look at his nylon eyes.
‘It looks like we’ve robbed a bank and are having a crafty smooch to celebrate, after we got rid of the others,’ I giggled.
‘I love kinky shit like this,’ he said.
We chewed each other’s lips in slow rhythm, breaking only to grin unashamedly.
‘Kinky. Shit,’ I pronounced sensually, smoothing the sheen of his features and kissing him delicately through my mask. Our heads titled and our nylon lips stroked each other’s as far as the fabric would allow. Swishing lips. I grinned in satisfaction as I settled into Ray’s arms and rested my glossy head on his chest, as he stroked the smooth fabric over my shiny distorted face. My god how I loved being with another man, dressed like this! I curled up my nylon legs so he could cup my arse. I was his. This was sheer luxury. Knowing that we were cheating made it more special. Ray caressed my shimmery nylon head. My secret smile stretched my nylon mask. ‘Kinky…shit,’ I whispered over and over again. We kissed. His hands roamed to my arse and give it a squeeze.
‘I think my perverted old neighbour from the flat below has been stealing my tights,’ I mused. ‘I often hang them out to dry but there’s always a pair missing. Now I just don’t even bother to wash them. At least if he takes a pair they’ll hopefully be really, really smelly! You know what? I suppose I might scrunch up my dirty tights when they’ve been used, put them under his door. For the last couple of years I let him pin me down and dry hump me in the green spandex unitard I gave him.’
‘Lucky bastard! Want me to give him a thump?’ said Ray.
‘Ooh, my romantic darling! Mm…maybe you can wait for him one evening, with a stocking on your face, give him a few thumps then come round and shag me…I’ll be waiting, knees up, legs open, in my black fishnet tights and boots…shag me with you stocking on…bugger me as you tell me how you punched him…I’ll call you my hero.’
Ray gripped my arse tight and we kissed again passionately.
‘I’d leave my girl for you, honest,’ he said.
‘Stay with her! I’d love to try on her panties and tights…and skirts…smuggle them out for me. Smuggle a pair of her tights that she’s been wearing all day. We’ll go for a drive. We’ll stop somewhere, stretch her tights over our heads. Kiss slowly… Like this…’
We kissed again. Ray got on top of me. My hands roamed and smoothed his legs and well-rounded arse as he carefully dry humped me. He looked in my eyes as he grinded himself against me. ‘Oh Ray,’ I whispered. ‘I really love you in tights.’
‘I’m going to shag you, Polly. I’m going to shag the fucking arse off you,’ he whispered, with sexy menace in his voice.
‘I should hope so,’ I smiled, gripping his arse through the tight, shiny pantyhose.
He humped me like that for a good fifteen minutes, as our breaths competed to be the deepest. The compressed face of this hunky thug looked at me with his encased scowl as my open mouth stretched the shimmery fabric of my nylon mask. His cock felt so hard against my damp leotard crotch.
All of a sudden Ray broke off and said, ‘I’ve just remembered, I thought you were going to sit on my face.’
‘Was I?’ I teased. ‘Are you sure you want to? This leotard is so tight that it makes me fart. You wouldn’t want me to sit on your face under those smelly conditions, would you?’ I said innocently but almost making it sound like a plea.
‘I’ll try anything once. I’m open minded,’ said Ray.
I pecked him and smiled. ‘Ooh Ray! You’re a married man! You should know better!’ I teased and we kissed again. I asked him to lie on the rug. I beamed devilishly as I carefully placed my heels apart, squatted over Ray’s encased face and lowered my arse onto his nylon mouth and nose. He smoothed his hands over my skin tight arse of my leotard as he sniffed and kissed. It was silent apart in the apartment from the muffled noises of Ray sniffing and pecking my arse and the sensual low pants filtered through my nylon mask. Ray was actually sniffing my arsehole through my leotard and tights.
‘Sniff! Sniff me, Ray! Sniff me through my leotard and tights. Sniff me, my darling,’ I said quietly. ‘I’m actually wearing a leotard and tights and I’m wearing them for you.’
I pressed, and squashed his face and smothered him. I could feel something inside. I blasted a hot, tight fart up his nose. ‘Oops,’ I said. Ray’s hands gripped my nylon thighs. He sniffed me deeper. I bobbed and bounced on his face. ‘Ooh I can’t wait for you to shag me!’ I squealed. I leant over and traced my nylon tongue over his thick, hard encased shaft. I could feel Ray’s nose pressed right against my arsehole! I grabbed the waistband of his pantyhose and pushed my encased head underneath and sucked his cock. My pantyhose face was encased inside his pantyhose crotch. This was luxury, made more so by the fact that we were cheating on our partners and we were encased in tights. ‘How I love this, Ray, I really, really love this, my Ray!’ The crotch of his shiny tights was bulging with my gobbling head! Whether it was from receiving a hot tight blast through my leotard or my nylon mouth on his cock, it was all too much and he filled his pantyhose crotch and my pantyhose face with hot cream as he yelled ‘Polly! Polly!’ With a grin of satisfaction I pulled my head out from under his pantyhose and removed my stocking mask. I slowly took off his nylon mask, kissed him and lay in his arms, as he recovered. ‘I’ve never felt like that before,’ he said. ‘The evening has only just begun, my darling,’ I said, smiling a proud treacherous, home wrecking smile.
‘Maybe I like complicated men,’ I smiled, as I messaged him.
‘Complicated older men more like,’ he messaged back. ‘I’m fifty next Saturday.’
‘Ooh it’s my birthday next week. I’ll be thirty,’ I said. ‘We should celebrate in style.’
Ray said that he didn’t normally do this kind of thing but was curious about my profile, particularly my fetish for Lycra, tights and leotards. He particularly liked it when I sent a few pics of my legs in tights and heels. He said he couldn’t believe they were mine, and that I should prove it. ‘Only on the condition that you model for me in a pair of tights and Lycra shorts,’ I texted him. He sent me a pic of his hunky form packed into skin tight purple Lycra shorts, where the outline of his hard cock was clearly visible. I could make out that under the shorts he was wearing suntan tights! He had his hands on his hips. Then there was another pic of him bent over, really exposing the shine and sheen of his hunky arse in his shorts as he peeked over his shoulder. So I sent him some full length pics of me in my short tight black spandex dress, black wig, shiny black tights and heels, followed by a head and shoulders pic of me pouting in my plum red lip gloss. We decided to meet up.
Since it was early afternoon I went to the pub out of town. I arrived in my shiny skin tight charcoal grey cycling shorts, with the padding at the back. People would assume I had my bicycle outside but I went on foot. I used to go to the same pub a few years before in my tight jodhpurs and boots even though I never rode horses or worked in a stable. I just liked the thrill of being surrounded by older men seeing me dressed like that.
Ray and I talked about the kind of relationship we were looking for. As the day went on I felt weak at the knees being in the company of a well-built hunk. I wanted to melt into his arms. I wanted to sit on his lap and curl into his arms and chest. I wanted him to run his hands over my arse and to caress my thighs in my Lycra. And I wanted everyone to see that I was his sissy darling. After an hour we had a game of pool. I enjoyed knowing the locals would see the tight Lycra stretch against my arse whenever I bent over to take a shot. At one point I asked Ray if he could show me how to hold the queue. He pressed his well packed crotch in his tight jeans against me and whispered ‘I’d love to bone you.’ I pretended to fan my face and in a sissy voice I said ‘Ooh! I’m a good girl!’ Then I tiptoed around the pool table, slowly wiggling my tight arse. From the other side of the table I placed a hand above my hip, arched my leg and said ‘If you put the black ball in that pocket I’ll sit on your face, if you miss…I’ll still sit on your face.’ Ray missed. He looked at me knowingly and asked if I wanted to go for a drive with him.
‘Lemme think…’ I teased. As we left the pub I whispered, ‘Put your hand on my arse.’ I wanted the locals to see. Ray squeezed and patted my arse through the skin tight sheen of my Lycra, as we left. I looked over my shoulder and winked at the landlord.
In the car we paused and looked at each other.
‘I’m married,’ he said.
‘I live with a man,’ I smirked.
‘I wish my wife would dress like you…talk like you…look like you,’ said Ray.
‘She doesn’t have to. I’m here now,’ I said. I reached into my bag and took out my burgundy coloured bobbed wig with the long straight cut fringe and fixed it on my head. I looked at him and said ‘Call me Polly.’ Then softly inside the calm ambience of the car I said: ‘It’s true to say that my desire for Lycra and tights is out of control. ’
We threw our arms around each other and kissed passionately for an hour, settling into a long slow rhythm where we were chewing our lips, until the wig slid down my face and fell off. Ray put his hand on my shiny crotch. I broke off and said ‘Not here. At mine. I want to do this while my fella is at work. He’s working the night shift.’
Back at my place I asked him what he wanted me to wear for him.
'Anything.'
'Would you...w-would you wear something for me?' I asked sheepishly.
'Sure. Just name it.'
I minced to my top drawer in my bedroom and returned with a balled up pair of shimmery suntan control top tights.
'I'd love to see your hard cock encased in these,’ I said, biting my lip.
'Oh fuck,' he grinned like a stupid dork.
I smiled back and pecked him. 'Give me a few minutes.’
Moments later I was in the lounge, in awe as I saw him lying on the sofa with his hard cock straining against the shiny fabric in the skin-tight control top panel of his tights. My face, without the wig was heavily made up in plum lip gloss, mascara and dark eye shadow. I let my gown slide down to reveal that I was wearing a skin-tight black leotard over shiny black tights. I looked him in the eyes, smirked and slowly slipped my head into a smooth, glimmering golden stocking. I opened my mouth wide and closed my eyes as I smoothed the shiny fabric over my face. I then stepped into some black high heeled shoes and pressed a finger to my mouth to shush him as he was about to speak. I crawled onto the sofa and lay in his arms. We kissed for ages as he stroked my shapely arse in my leotard. I could feel the hard bulge of his cock pressed against mine. I paused and said ‘I wonder…’
‘What?’ he said.
‘How thuggish you might look in a stocking mask?’
‘Why don’t you shove my head into one and find out?’ he grinned, caressing my left cheek, gleaming under my tight nylon mask.
‘Mm, there’s a matching stocking somewhere…’ I said, retrieving the packet from the bedroom and returning with the other stocking. I pulled the tan stocking over his well-fed face. It flattened his nose and squashed his lips but while my nylon mask gave my face a youthful sheen Ray’s mask gave him a sharp glossy sheen. Naturally it had the desired effect. Sensually we pecked a few times. I paused to look at his nylon eyes.
‘It looks like we’ve robbed a bank and are having a crafty smooch to celebrate, after we got rid of the others,’ I giggled.
‘I love kinky shit like this,’ he said.
We chewed each other’s lips in slow rhythm, breaking only to grin unashamedly.
‘Kinky. Shit,’ I pronounced sensually, smoothing the sheen of his features and kissing him delicately through my mask. Our heads titled and our nylon lips stroked each other’s as far as the fabric would allow. Swishing lips. I grinned in satisfaction as I settled into Ray’s arms and rested my glossy head on his chest, as he stroked the smooth fabric over my shiny distorted face. My god how I loved being with another man, dressed like this! I curled up my nylon legs so he could cup my arse. I was his. This was sheer luxury. Knowing that we were cheating made it more special. Ray caressed my shimmery nylon head. My secret smile stretched my nylon mask. ‘Kinky…shit,’ I whispered over and over again. We kissed. His hands roamed to my arse and give it a squeeze.
‘I think my perverted old neighbour from the flat below has been stealing my tights,’ I mused. ‘I often hang them out to dry but there’s always a pair missing. Now I just don’t even bother to wash them. At least if he takes a pair they’ll hopefully be really, really smelly! You know what? I suppose I might scrunch up my dirty tights when they’ve been used, put them under his door. For the last couple of years I let him pin me down and dry hump me in the green spandex unitard I gave him.’
‘Lucky bastard! Want me to give him a thump?’ said Ray.
‘Ooh, my romantic darling! Mm…maybe you can wait for him one evening, with a stocking on your face, give him a few thumps then come round and shag me…I’ll be waiting, knees up, legs open, in my black fishnet tights and boots…shag me with you stocking on…bugger me as you tell me how you punched him…I’ll call you my hero.’
Ray gripped my arse tight and we kissed again passionately.
‘I’d leave my girl for you, honest,’ he said.
‘Stay with her! I’d love to try on her panties and tights…and skirts…smuggle them out for me. Smuggle a pair of her tights that she’s been wearing all day. We’ll go for a drive. We’ll stop somewhere, stretch her tights over our heads. Kiss slowly… Like this…’
We kissed again. Ray got on top of me. My hands roamed and smoothed his legs and well-rounded arse as he carefully dry humped me. He looked in my eyes as he grinded himself against me. ‘Oh Ray,’ I whispered. ‘I really love you in tights.’
‘I’m going to shag you, Polly. I’m going to shag the fucking arse off you,’ he whispered, with sexy menace in his voice.
‘I should hope so,’ I smiled, gripping his arse through the tight, shiny pantyhose.
He humped me like that for a good fifteen minutes, as our breaths competed to be the deepest. The compressed face of this hunky thug looked at me with his encased scowl as my open mouth stretched the shimmery fabric of my nylon mask. His cock felt so hard against my damp leotard crotch.
All of a sudden Ray broke off and said, ‘I’ve just remembered, I thought you were going to sit on my face.’
‘Was I?’ I teased. ‘Are you sure you want to? This leotard is so tight that it makes me fart. You wouldn’t want me to sit on your face under those smelly conditions, would you?’ I said innocently but almost making it sound like a plea.
‘I’ll try anything once. I’m open minded,’ said Ray.
I pecked him and smiled. ‘Ooh Ray! You’re a married man! You should know better!’ I teased and we kissed again. I asked him to lie on the rug. I beamed devilishly as I carefully placed my heels apart, squatted over Ray’s encased face and lowered my arse onto his nylon mouth and nose. He smoothed his hands over my skin tight arse of my leotard as he sniffed and kissed. It was silent apart in the apartment from the muffled noises of Ray sniffing and pecking my arse and the sensual low pants filtered through my nylon mask. Ray was actually sniffing my arsehole through my leotard and tights.
‘Sniff! Sniff me, Ray! Sniff me through my leotard and tights. Sniff me, my darling,’ I said quietly. ‘I’m actually wearing a leotard and tights and I’m wearing them for you.’
I pressed, and squashed his face and smothered him. I could feel something inside. I blasted a hot, tight fart up his nose. ‘Oops,’ I said. Ray’s hands gripped my nylon thighs. He sniffed me deeper. I bobbed and bounced on his face. ‘Ooh I can’t wait for you to shag me!’ I squealed. I leant over and traced my nylon tongue over his thick, hard encased shaft. I could feel Ray’s nose pressed right against my arsehole! I grabbed the waistband of his pantyhose and pushed my encased head underneath and sucked his cock. My pantyhose face was encased inside his pantyhose crotch. This was luxury, made more so by the fact that we were cheating on our partners and we were encased in tights. ‘How I love this, Ray, I really, really love this, my Ray!’ The crotch of his shiny tights was bulging with my gobbling head! Whether it was from receiving a hot tight blast through my leotard or my nylon mouth on his cock, it was all too much and he filled his pantyhose crotch and my pantyhose face with hot cream as he yelled ‘Polly! Polly!’ With a grin of satisfaction I pulled my head out from under his pantyhose and removed my stocking mask. I slowly took off his nylon mask, kissed him and lay in his arms, as he recovered. ‘I’ve never felt like that before,’ he said. ‘The evening has only just begun, my darling,’ I said, smiling a proud treacherous, home wrecking smile.
5 years ago
