Haziran 28, 2020

PANTYHOSE SANTA and LYCRA POLLY

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PANTYHOSE SANTA and LYCRA POLLYThey didn’t need to advertise the job for Santa’s helper. I already offered my services. Since I was fairly popular and I could provide my own costume, a skintight green catsuit, my copper wig and boots, my supervisor went for it. I must admit that my main motivation was that I would be paid to wear a skintight costume, and hopefully get a few curious glances at my ass and body in the shimmery material!The Santa for the job was some retired security guard called Alfred who used to work at our store, who a few times I served pantyhose to in the pretext that they were for his wife. In fact on one visit when I asked his wife if she liked her control top tan pantyhose that her husband got her but she had no recollection of receiving them. One night I stroked my shiny black pantyhosed crotch as I thought about Alfred squeezing into his wife’s tights. On my first day Alfred was in the grotto in most of his costume except for the beard. He noticed the shimmering green material of my unitard covering my legs under my jacket. He smiled.‘Are you my sexy helper?’ he said.I let the jacket slide off my back giving him a full view of my body hugging catsuit. God, I loved how my arse felt and smoothed my hands over the tight seat of my green unitard before then diving into my bag, giving him one of so many views of my arse in the tight material.‘I think I can get used to this,’ he smiled, his eyes fixed on my body, especially my crotch. ‘I know you don’t I?’‘Yes, you bought pantyhose from me,’ I beamed as I fixed my wig into place.‘Did I? Must have been for my wife.’What made the job fun was the mums or dads perving on my bum as I bent over to get a present or something, which I always seemed to be doing. But I knew what I wanted and had set my sights on, and he was currently in his Santa costume. As we finished for the day Alfred complained about how he felt a bit chilly on the legs. I mentioned that he could wear some tights under his costume. It’s what I would do.‘I could,’ he said, ‘but I don’t know…if someone notices it could be tricky.’‘Tell you what I have a pair of shimmery cream tights, that I sometimes wear at home for dancing or just lounging around…you could wear them, they haven’t been washed for a few days but they would go with your cossie and if anyone noticed, then it wouldn’t matter because of the colour.’‘Would you do that for me?’‘Absolutely. They might be a bit too tight,’ I smiled.‘That’s OK.’Without taking my wig off, I put my jacket over my costume, and gave him a cheeky little wave as I wiggled my butt and said ‘Till tomorrow then!’That night when I got home I changed into a pair of black panties under my 30 denier shimmery skintight cinnamon tights and rubbed myself off as I imaged what Alfred’s cock and ass would look like in the cream pantyhose. When I came I called out his name.The next day as I placed the tights on his chair I sensed someone in the doorway to the grotto, with a clear view of my ass in the tight material as I was bent over.‘Is that you Santa, checking out my arse again?’ I giggled.Alfred laughed as I turned around and beamed at him.‘You got the tights!’ he said. ‘I’ll go and get changed.’‘Change here. I can hide my eyes if you’re shy.’‘That won’t be necessary,’ he said as he felt the soft material in his hands. It seemed to be a struggle at first as he pulled the tights over his big red briefs, adding an extra shine to his ass, making it more defined and shapely. How I didn’t get an erection then or get down there and spread my legs before him to rub my lycra crotch off I’ll never know. I noticed that he couldn’t stop smoothing himself though.As the day went on he complained that although they felt good, the tights were too tight for him.‘It’s probably because of your underwear. You should take the tights home and wear them without your pants…they’ll feel much better,’ I said.They day generally went well. My supervisor said that demand was very high and they were making so much money. She liked the drag look of my act, especially the wig, boots and lipstick she was concerned that my costume in one department didn’t leave much to the imagination. She suggested if I could wear something underneath or perhaps a skirt or a tabard to cover my waist. We then opted for a slinky red mini edirne escort dress lined with a white fur, over my green Lycra unitard. I tried one on. It was so short, and if I bent over you could see my ass, but she wasn’t worried so much about that. She smiled and said that she’d noticed more men staring at me then the women.‘I can live with that,’ I smiled.’I think Santa loves his sexy helper…’ she teased.The days passed quickly. During that time me and Alfred got on well with each other. We used to stay behind and drink wine and talk. He said he liked my sense of humour. He told me that he liked the cream pantyhose without any underwear, they felt more comfortable. On the last evening, Christmas eve, when we got rid of the last of the customers and I put the ‘closed for christmas’ sign outside the grotto, I slipped out of my slinky dress and collapsed onto some cushions with a red wine. My green unitard was pristine and glimmering in the light as I crossed my legs and said,‘Ooh, I’m glad they’ve all gone.’Alfred pulled his beard off and poured himself some wine that had been left for us. I then started to tug at the hem of his Santa pants.‘Even Santa needs to let his hair…or his pants down I should say,’ I said. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’ve been wearing my pantyhose. Come on, relax!’I giggled.Alfred removed his braces and let his trousers fall and was now just in the cream pantyhose and red waistcoat.‘Ooh sexy Santa,’ I giggled.‘I think you’ve been at the wine all day,’ he said.I took out some make up and my mirror and applied at least two layers of red lipstick on, and a hint of gloss.‘My work isn’t yet complete,’ I said.Inside I was burning, aching for his hard cock. I wanted it in my mouth, up my ass. Alfred settled into his chair, trying to ignore my teasing him and little sissy giggles, with his legs crossed to hide his crotch. I then put on a CD of the track ‘Santa Baby’ while I grabbed some mistletoe and stood up with one hand on my hip and the other hand holding out the mistletoe. I could sense that he was a bit nervous as he looked at me, but also, there was a sense of anticipation in the air. It wasn’t enough that I only called out his name at night while I was at home, piping my hot spunk into my leotard or tights. I checked myself in the mirror and poked and smoothed my shapely arse. ‘These feel so good,’I said as I swayed a little, knowing he was looking at me.I walked slowly, sexily over to him. Alfred was grinning by now. I placed myself on his lap. He had opened his legs and I could feel his silky cock growing and sliding on the Lycra material that was stretched tightly across my ass. Half facing him, I held the mistletoe over his head with my hand, leant in and I gave him a delicate peck on his cheek. I looked into his eyes and we smiled. His cock by now was practically bulging out of his shimmering white tights, I could feel it pressing against my Lycra buttocks. I shifted my buttock to one side so I could feel his prick pushing against my Lycra encased asshole.‘Merry Christmas, Santa,’ I whispered as I slowly gave him a peck on the lips.The ‘Santa Baby’ track was still playing. Alfred opened his mouth to speak, I pressed my fingertip against his mouth to shush him, and whispered in his ear, ‘Call me Polly from now on.’‘Oh Polly,’ he said.We then kissed passionately, with more intent, deeply, open mouthed, his hands smoothing the tight shiny Lycra stretched against my arse, right until the song stopped.‘I’ve wanted to do that for a long time…ever since I first saw you,’ he said.‘And more I hope?’I gently got to my feet, bent over to put the CD on again and played the track again as I beckoned him to join me by the tiny tree as I had a gift for him. When he unravelled all the wrapping paper there was a bundle of pantyhose.He kissed me again. I smiled and said that they belonged to me and some of them were probably used…‘I thought of you when I used them,’ I revealed. ‘Every fucking night.’‘There must be thirty pairs here!’ Alfred cried.‘And they’re all for you…they might be tight but I think you like that…you can wear them, stuff them down your tights, sniff them, pour them over your chest, pull them over you head, whatever you want…They’re yours to think of our time together! Fuck, Alfred, I’ve wanted escort edirne this for so long. Read the note.’Brendan read the attached note which said, ‘I’ve always had a feeling that the ‘tights’ you bought your ‘wife’ were for you. Think of me the next time you pull pantyhose over your legs, cock and ass. I’ve rubbed myself off in these tights in your honour and on Christmas day I want you to stuff a few pairs inside those creamy ballet tights I let you wear and pipe your own brandy sauce all over them! Love Polly xx’‘Oh Polly, thank you!’‘Oh Santa I want your hard cock encased in tights. I want you to sit on your face, I want you to sniff my tight and sweaty lycra arsehole. I know you’ve been watching me. I’ve been wiggling my ass and bending over on purpose just for you!’Alfred cut me off with a deep kiss.‘Tell me what you’ve been thinking,’ I said.‘You really wanna know?’‘You better believe it!’‘I want to sniff your arse, push my cock up it through your tight costume and spray it full of come. I’ve thought of nothing else for weeks!’‘Yeah,’ I nodded, stroking my crotch. ‘Carry on.’‘I worship your arse, I used to look up that red silky skirt your wore and see the shine and curves of your tight ass in that catsuit and wish I could fuck it hard then I’d go home and play with myself in my pantyhose and sniff an old pair and imagine that you were on my face or something until I drenched my hose!’‘Ooh, Santa, you naughty thing, you naughty, naughty man!’ I grabbed the pile of pantyhose and said, ‘You like these, huh? You fucking like these?’‘Yeah Polly I do…I do Polly.’‘Then take them, take them!’With that I stuffed the big pile of pantyhose and tights down the back of his cream tights, so they were practically bulging out. ‘Now stand up and wiggle your ass for me, Santa, I wanna see that big shimmery pantyhose bulge wiggle!’‘Like this?’ he said as he wiggled his ass. ‘You like it when I wiggle?’‘I sure do, honey. Carry on, wiggle them in my face, rub your ass in my face, I wanna feel that soft bulge stroke my face!’‘It feels naughty. Can you feel it? How does it look?’‘Oh it feels good and looks so dirty. Ooh, dirty Santa!’‘Yeah, you like it, huh? You like that?’I rubbed my face in his bulging wall of pantyhose.‘Turn around, I wanna see your cock!’Santa turned around.‘Omigod, the bulge in the front of your tights as just as big as the bulge at the back but so fucking hard! I gasped.I stood up and clenched my hands around his bulging seat, pressed our encased cocks together and kissed him madly. His hands were roaming around the smooth surface of my arse again.‘Finger my arse, Santa, please finger it.’As we kissed Alfred fingered my arsehole through my lycra. I was surprised at how far he got it in. I closed my eyes and smiled in pleasure. It gave me an idea for later.‘You finger fuck me good! Yeah!’After a few minutes of this I squatted down and pressed my nose under his balls and sniffed him deeply while I looked up at him with wide eyed worship. I sniffed him through the cream material so deep and loud, and closed my eyes to take in his aroma.’Oh I love this. I really love this!’ I cried in passion, my voice muffled only by the tight material.I pulled away, grinned at him, patted his ass, and told him to lie down. My cheeks were a little red from all the breathing and I was trembling from total abandonment. If his wife or my boyfriend were to come in as catch us at that moment it would only make me all the more determined to please my sexy Santa.‘I want to sit on your face,’ I announced. ‘But before that I want to lie on top of you and grind our cocks together!’The fun carried on as we faced each other and ground our glimmering cocks together. We moaned and groaned in ecstasy, looking each other in the eyes and smiling with mutual lust.‘Can you feel it, Santa…my hard cock against yours, can you hear the swish?’‘Oh Polly, I’ve never felt this good before. I fucking love it!’We dry humped for ages, my beaming face looking down on him, our hard cocks rubbing off against each other and our passion having an intense purpose.’Feel my arse. How soft and smooth the fabric is,’ I said.’It’s so tight, Polly. Oh Polly.”Yeah, grind me good, my sissy Santa! Grind me good!”Oh, oh, Polly!”Yeah Alfred. This is the way it was meant to be!’We then edirne escort bayan got into a 69 position and licked and sucked each others cock and arsehole through our glimmering material.‘Sniff my ass, Santa, pleasssee, sniff it hard!’Santa was steps ahead of me. The pressure of his nose against my arsehole and the sensation of his hot breath made me tingle and contract in pleasure.‘Oooh, ooh, that feels so good!’Meanwhile my head was under the waistband of his cream tights sucking his big hard cock good and deep. I’d take a few deep naked sucks in my mouth, then pull his hose back over his prick and lick the length of his shaft through his tights to tease him more. Our groans were quite considerable and loud by now. I then climbed off him, told him to stand up and I squatted down, with my knees bent and legs parted and sucked him through his hose as I fingered my ass through my lycra. Boy, this was great. I looked up at him as I did it, smiling with his hosed prick bulging in my mouth, tasting his precum, torn between wanting his come filtered through his hose down the back of my throat or in my ass or over my ass. Choices, choices.‘I bet if this cock could talk it would have so much to say,’ I breathed. ‘You dirty fucking shit! I yelled. ‘I want it in me, up my ass, now! I won’t even remove my costume. It’s so tight, your cock is so hard. My arse is practically self-lubricated that I could take it now!’I bent over the chair with my hands on its arms, and stuck my ass out, very much like the time he had seen me placing the tights on the seat for him. I looked over my shoulder, smiled and said.‘Fuck me Alfred! Fuck me into next year!’Alfred grinned, slid down his tights partially, whipped out his big fucking, experienced cock, and pushed it against my encased asshole. It took quite a thrust before it went in, but in it went.‘It’s so tight,’ he grunted.‘The tighter, the better.’Within a few strokes we hit a rhythm.‘Yeah, Santa, talk to me with your cock, talk to me! Harder!’I pushed out my ass to meet each thrust.‘Take it, you dirty slut, Polly, take it! You fucking sissy!’‘Yeah, Santa, do it. Shag me! You’re fucking me through my Lycra!’‘Merry fucking Christmas Polly!Harder and harder he slammed his prick into me. His hard prick really stretched the thin layer of lycra against my asshole, as he pumped me in and out, faster and faster. My ‘ooh’s and his grunts must have been heard all over the building by now.‘I’m so proud of this, Alfred, so proud of myself. Please cream all over me, please Alfred my pantyhose darling. It’s what we both want!’‘I think I am going to cream.’‘Let me turn around, I want to sit in your chair, and dangle my legs over the arms, stick my ass towards the edge of the seat. I want to look in your eyes when your come and say your name!’‘Hurry up, Polly, because I’m so fucking close!’‘Yeah? I want you to see my eyes when you come!’He reluctantly pulled out and I repositioned myself in his chair as I said, whilst Alfred, used the arms as grips and pushed his damp cock back up me.‘Wear my wig on Alfred, I wanna see you in my wig. I want to be fucked by you as a sissy.’Alfred fixed the wig on. It looked a little crude but that only turned me on more. As he pumped me harder and saw every contortion of my face, my cock was rigid under the material against my stomach.‘Oh yeah, oh yeah! I fucking want this. I so fucking want this! Look at me! Merry Christmas Alfred, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas!!’ It was then that he filled that little pocket of lycra covering my ass full of his love cream, before spilling the rest of it on my mouth, my lycra chest and my lycra crotch! ‘Oh Alfred, Alfred!’ I wailed as I exploded into my catsuit and shot some more hot cream towards my stomach. When he eventually pulled out, more cream dribbled between my legs and the darling used his hosed bulging ass to rub away the excess cream on my stomach and chest.’Oh yeah!’When finished we kissed. I dug out some new pantyhose and a tight black mini skirt from my bag and put them on. I then slipped into my heels and my jacket over my blouse. I then put my coat on that barely covered tight ass.’I’m gonna have to love you and leave you,’ I said. ‘I have a date.”Lucky man.’Alfred put his clothes on, and we grabbed our things. As we parted outside, he said to me, ‘Well, same time next year then!’‘Actually if you like, if you can get away from the wife on Christmas day we could do this again. How would some full body pantyhose encasment suit you?”Sounds interesting.’We embraced and kissed.

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