Claire's Tights

This happened before Claire and I got married; we were living together in a small apartment and enjoyed the relative freedom of not particularly demanding jobs. She was working at the university library and I was doing some not-terribly-important research for a science project that wasn't really going anywhere.

We got up one morning and starting getting ready for work; Claire was preening herself at her dressing table. One minute she had her nightdress on, then she got out of it and was completely naked. Then she started rummaging around for clothes and for a while she was wearing nothing except her tights. She often wore plain black or navy stay-up tights with a long skirt for work because she found them more comfortable than the the sort that go up to your waist.  This time she had put on a black pair. I was watching her from the corner of the room, myself only half dressed, and suddenly I got really turned on. 

She must have sensed it because she looked up and smiled at me.

"What...?"

"Oh, honey, you look so sexy!"

"I see", she said, teasingly, "does the sight of my tights turn you on, by any chance?"

By now I had a bit of bulge starting to emerge from my pants. Claire noticed it.

"Oh, honey, what's happened to you? You can't possibly go to work like that..", she whispered, "how could you progress science in that state?"

"Erm, hmmm". I didn't know what to say. 

Claire looked at me pensively, then she came up with a suggestion that I had not expected.

"Would you like to take care of that...? Would you like to shoot on my tights?"

I didn't know what to say. Sure, it was a tempting idea but it made me feel a bit embarrassed.

"You mean... me doing it?"

"I think you'll have to, given your state..."

"And how about you..."

"No time, honey. I must shoot off. Although not in the same sense..."

"Errr..?"

"Well, let me help you. Come on, come here. That's it. Now drop your pants. Huh, that's a big boy. Stand over there." And she pulled up her legs slightly and parted her pussy lips just a tiny bit.

By now I had really got excited and thought, what the hell. Claire has never been like that. What a girl! So, still somewhat hesitantly I pulled down my underpants and my swollen member popped out and stood proud in front of Clair. I looked at her. She smiled at me with a sly but rather innocent expression on her face that said "I know you boy".

"Come on, don't be shy..."

We started kissing. I kissed her pert little boobs, her tummy, her bush and finally her thighs across the thin layer of tights. I always loved the smell of Claire's skin - not just the erotic parts - but somehow the tights seemed to add a subtle tone of something special to the smell even though the fabric itself was completely neutral. Just like the tights made her skin even more exciting, the scent of her skin also acquired a special quality that was incomparable to anything else.

Claire tussled my hair as I was enjoying the sight and clearly enjoyed as I was sniffing round her hosiery enhanced legs.

Then finally I stood up.

"Do you really want me to...?"

"Come on, I want to be good to you. I guess you've been wanting to do this since you were about sixteen..." There was no way back. I was both excited and encouraged. So I started stroking. We resumed kissing but then I felt I was getting close so I had to straighten my back. 

"Oh sweetie...", I groaned, involuntary thrust forward and then it spurted out in a semicircle and a generous part of it landed on Claire' s legs, as intended.

She made a little giggly laughter and looked at me mockingly.

"Look what you've done! I'll have to change my tights now... Or shall I wear them for work..?"

"What, you want to go to work like that...?"

"Kinky, isn't it...? I tell you what... let me see if I can do it."

So she mopped most of it up with her panties, got her long skirt out of the wardrobe and put it on.

"It will get dry by the time I get to work".

I must have looked baffled and I was. This was most unlike her. Clair was actually quite conservative in many ways and not into anything kinky. 

"You know what?", she laughed, "every time I talk to that old hag Mrs Buckley today, I will think: haha, I bet you don't know what's drying on my tights..."

And then she got dressed, gave me a kiss and left for work. I must admit I spent most of the day thinking about what had happened, with the mental image of Claire's tights covered with thick blobs of sperm, so from a work point of view the day was pretty much wasted.

When Claire got home we made love and I did my best to reciprocate the favor. She told me she felt pretty hot all day at work and how she kept thinking about a fantasy she had - possibly inspired by the events earlier that day -  which was going out in public with me leaking out of her. We starting planning a way of doing that - but that's another story.