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I’m now in my fifties but for as long as I can remember, I’ve had a fetish for heels and nylon stockings. When my parents were out I would sneak into my mother’s wardrobe and try on her stockings and high heels. I sometimes used to dress further with her girdles and party dresses. This always ended with my cock being rock hard and me wanking, trying to make sure I didn’t stain her stockings when I came.

Some years later, after I started work, I began to explore sex with a male friend of mine. We were both approaching 19 and started experimenting with mutual masturbation.

We were limited where we could ‘play’ together as we both lived at home but as our parents were friends, Steve (not his real name) used to stay at our house fairly regularly whilst our parents went out partying.

It used to take him a while to come but I was always happy to persevere, playing with his balls and sucking his cock until he spunked in my mouth. I always had my greatest thrill when I was sucking his cock and tasting his salty sperm.

He used to suck me too but I was happy to come whilst wanking each other and kissing. I arranged to meet him at his house one lunchtime whilst his parents and his older sister were out at work. It was a 15 minute ride on my motorcycle to his house. When I arrived, he let me in the front door and I closed it behind me. We both knew what we wanted and after a quick “Hi” I took off my bike gear and we went up the stairs into his bedroom.

We sat on his bed and rubbed each other’s cocks through our trousers before I asked him to wait. I went into his sisters bedroom and after a few minutes returned to Steve’s room wearing one of his sisters short floral dresses and a pair of her blue 3″ heels but with nothing on underneath.

He muttered “Oh God!” more with disdain than ecstasy but this didn’t stop me, I just lay next to him on his bed and started kissing him with tongues whilst playing with his cock through his trousers.

He had free access to my cock under ‘my’ dress but I had to remove his trousers to get a proper feel of his cock and balls and played with him gently before taking him in my mouth and sucking him to completion.

We only lived a few miles apart and one day whilst my parents were out, I phoned him and asked him if he wanted to come round for a wank. He said he did and would come over on the bus. I was getting really worked up in the half hour or so it took him to get to my house.

When he arrived, we went upstairs into the spare room and we started to kiss and fondle each other. I suggested escort bayan ataköy that we should both wear stockings and heels and Steve agreed. We went into my Mum and Dad’s room and went through my Mum’s wardrobe picking out two pairs of heels, both white, one strappy pair with about a 3.5″ spike heel and the other closed toe slingbacks with a 3″ silver heel. I went through Mum’s underwear drawer and found two pairs of dark brown stockings.

Returning to the spare room, we undressed each other before putting on the stockings and heels (I wore the strappy heels). It was so exciting and we were both rock hard. We kissed and wanked each other before I worked my way down to his cock so I could suck him off. It was so delicious and after a few minutes of sucking his stiff cock and fondling his balls he pumped his salty spunk into my mouth.

It wasn’t the first time that I’d tasted his sperm and it certainly wouldn’t the last. I lay back on the spare bed with the taste of his sperm on my tongue whist he massaged my balls whilst I wanked my cock. I very quickly shot my load across my chest. We relaxed for a few minutes enjoying the moment before cleaning ourselves up and removing our heels and stockings, being careful to put them back in their proper place.

I lost touch with Steve over the years, but my desire for wearing stockings and high heels never faded.

More recently, I was out shopping looking for some high heels to have some fun with, bearing in mind this was some 30 odd years after my wanking sessions with Steve. After an hour or so in and out of women’s shoe shops, I was thinking I wasn’t going to find anything, when there they were. A pair of black high heel mules with a pencil thin 5″ heel, a clear plastic upper with thin back straps across the uppers. The largest was a size 8 but I was confident that I could squeeze into them.

So 5 minutes and £40 later I was the (aroused and slightly humiliated as the female shop assistant served me) owner of a pair of very sexy high heels. All I needed now were some stockings. This was much easier than finding shoes and a local chemist had a great selection. I was able to find a pair of long, sheer glossy dark tan hold ups which I bought.

I made my way back to my car looking for somewhere suitable to try them on but I didn’t find anywhere. There were toilets in the mall but it was just too busy. So I set off out of town and drove for about 25 minutes into the country not far past Amersham. I found a small village not too far away. escort bayan bakırköy In a car park just off the main road was a small public toilet. I had been here a few times before and got lucky and I was hoping my luck would be in again.

I parked up and with the heels and hold ups in my deep jacket pockets, I got out of the car locked it and walked across the car park to the toilet. I noticed a guy sat in his car opposite the door to the Gents and we exchanged glances but I just carried on into the toilet.

There was an empty urinal on the right and as I walked on there was a cubicle on my right and another straight in front. Both were empty. I went into what I knew to be the larger cubicle straight in front and closed and locked the door. There were a couple of peepholes in the door, not big enough to put a cock though but certainly big enough to see through.

I opened my coat, dropped my pants and sat on the toilet and started to rub my hardening cock in anticipation of what might happen. Within a few minutes, I heard the door to the toilet open and the footsteps of someone coming in. I was holding my cock (and my breath) trying to hear what was happening. Sure enough I could hear someone at the door and looking at the peepholes I could see that one of them was dark. Someone was watching me.

I felt those familiar butterflies in my stomach. I stood up, pulled my pants up and closed my coat, made my way to the door and unlatched it. I opened it just an inch or so and I saw the man I recognised as the guy in car in the car park. He just stood there rubbing his cock through his jeans.

He was about the same age as me (40 something) slightly built with longish brown hair and a few inches shorter than me. I motioned for him to enter my cubicle and he came in.

I locked the door behind him and opened my coat and loosened my jeans so he could see my cock. We didn’t speak, he undid his trousers and pulled out his cock. I went weak at the knees, it was about 7 or 8 inches long cut and thick. For a few moments we rubbed each others cocks and I was intoxicated I decided to show him my high heels. I opened the top of my pocket so he could clearly see the spike heel and he nodded with approval. I slowly let go of his cock and took off my coat, followed by my T shirt, jeans, shoes socks and underpants. I was now naked in the cubicle with this stranger with the beautiful cock.

I took the hold ups from my coat and opened the package before leaning against the wall and pulling escort bayan zeytinburnu them on. I then took my new high heel mules and bent down to put them on. The hold ups allowed them to slide on fairly easily. Whilst bent down, I was only inches from his cock, so I leaned over to smell his aroma and taste his manhood, so I took his now hardening cock past my lips and into my mouth. I was drunk with desire.

I sat back balancing on my heels fondling and sucking this strangers cock and loving every second. His cock grew rock hard in my mouth. After a few minutes of savouring his manhood I took his cock from my mouth and stood up. This gave him a chance to caress my hard cock and swollen balls. I leaned in to kiss him and let his tongue probe my mouth.

He broke off our kiss and told me to turn around and face the wall. Without question, I did as I was told, leaning over the toilet with my hands against the wall. He started to stroke my legs and finger my tight hole using saliva as lubrication. I relaxed and he first pushed one finger into me, then another, then removed them and using more saliva coated his hard cock and started to push it into my hole. I just relaxed and was surprised that it went in so easily and gently. I was in heaven, in a gents toilet wearing heels and stockings and being fucked by a complete stranger.

I was worried about not having a condom, so after a couple of minutes of him gently fucking me, I pulled away from him allowing his cock to fall out of me. I turned around and started to kiss him again and wank his substantial cock before dropping to my knees and tasting myself on his cock. He then took over wanking his own cock and I was rubbing his balls when he said “where do you want it”. I told him “on my stockings” and stood up.

He carried on stroking his cock until he started to groan and spurt his thick come on my stockings whilst I caressed his heavy balls. After several spurts, his hot spunk was running down my stockings. I carried on wanking my cock whilst he squeezed my balls in one hand and one of my nipples with the other. Within seconds I was shooting my sperm on to the dirty toilet floor, my knees buckling as I came.

After I finished shooting, I rubbed his sperm into my soaked stockings and then holding his softening cock, I wiped it clean with some tissues. He pulled up his trousers and put his cock away. He patted my bare ass and said “Thank you” and left.

I was still coming down from a wonderful orgasm before I removed my heels and the spunky stockings before getting dressed and making myself presentable. I made sure that the heels were firmly back in my pockets before leaving the toilet and going back to my car.

The stranger had already left the car park but not my memories and I still had my stockings soaked with his spunk as a reminder.

There have been many other similar joyful experiences but I will leave those for another time.