5 comments/ 47897 views/ 12 favorites Tights By: abb01sb I have been married for nearly 25 years and before we married, we were an item for quite a few years. We had been together for about 8 months when my fella asked me to do something one day and this led to a regular occurrence which I want to use as the basis for my true stories. It was an autumns Sunday afternoon and we were going for a drive in the car. Not long after we left my house, he asked if I would remove my pants but to put my tights back on under my skirt. I asked why he wanted me to do this to which he replied he fancied the idea of the fine nylon mesh against my cunt. He also said the thought of another bloke seeing up my skirt was arousing for him. I considered for a few minutes and agreed to do as he asked. As he drove, I hitched my skirt up and pulled down my tights and pants. Following this, I then eased back into my tights. Not easy in a moving car. And so we continued to our planned destination and we went for a stroll. Once out of site of everyyone, he put a hand up my skirt and fingered me through the nylon. I was quite aroused and I felt very wet down there. Our lips met and our tongues entwined as we kissed long and passionately. I knew my skirt was lifted and his finger was frantically teasing my sodden sex hole and anyone passing could see. Strangely, I was at the point of not caring who saw, I just enjoyed what was happening. I could feel myself building up to an orgasm and began to gyrate my hips against his hand. I also felt his massive bulge in his trouser pressing against my thigh. His fingers were working fast and furious as he sensed my orgasm build and then it hit. I tried to groan with pleasure but his mouth stifled any noise I made. My eyes rolled back and my knees went weak as this most beautiful of sensations wracked through my body in waves of sheer ecstasy. He held me tight as I came or surely I would have crumpled to the floor. Slowly, my orgasm passed and I was left feeling quite weak and unstable. Steve had not finished yet and he knelt in front of me and began lapping up my juices as best he could through my tights and he moved a hand to my arse and began to finger my crack. After a while we heard voices and reluctantly we returned to civilisation and sat on some grass opposite each other. I allowed my legs to part a bit so he could see my cunt through the tights. I know he was aroused and he certainly liked what he saw. I started to get a bit braver and opened my legs a bit more. I can remember thinking how good my orgasm had been and I felt I needed to reward Steve by flashing to someone somehow. I soon had my chance. I noticed three lads, probably early twenties heading in our general direction. The grassy area was fairly busy with people sitting around and they had obviously seen this space near us. They would need to pass by us to get there so I changed my position slightly and now I was facing them. I crossed my legs and gave Steve an unrestricted view up my skirt and also these three lads would see everything too. As they got very close, I still didn't know if they had seen anything so I asked if they knew what the time was. I had now succeeded in getting their attention and as one, they gaped at me, or rather up my skirt and they needed a few seconds to gather their wits. One eventually checked his watch and informed me of the time. I tried to engage them in conversation and they sat chatting with us for a while. I made no effort to cover myself and I just let them look as much as they wanted. Slowly, the conversation started to get lewd. One openly said that he saw what was under my skirt and he liked what he saw. Steve caught me unawares when he asked them if they wanted to shag me. They seemed up for a fuck and Steve suggested we head back into the trees. My cunt was dripping juice and I was getting excited by the thought of getting fucked by these lads. We made the trees and found a clearing. Steve grabbed me and pulled my skirt down. Steve began caressing me again and eased my tights down. He bent me forward and entered my wet cunt from behind. Slowly he thrust back and forth and after only a few seconds he lunged hard and uploaded his hot cum deep into me. Steve pulled out and one of the other lads entered me. Sadly, he didn't last much longer before he came. The second lad pulled me to the ground and slowly fucked me in the missionary position. He seemed experienced and alternated his technique using fast and slow and gentle or hard strokes. After many minutes, I could feel another orgasm coming and he quickened his pace as I arched and thrust back at him. He groaned quite loudly as his first jet of cum entered me, triggering my expected second cum of the day. He pumped his sperm in several pumps and when I could feel no more, he recommenced thrusting and he fucked me again. By now, I was getting sore but number three wanted a go and he was so worked up, he fired as soon as he had penetrated me. Steve climbed back on and fucked me again as four loads of cum from three strangers tried to exit my body. I looked around and saw no sign of them. They had fucked and then fucked off. I felt a bit cheated and let down and was quite relieved when Steve finally deposited his load up me. Steve helped me clean up a bit and I pulled my tights back up and we returned to the car. On the drive home I put my pants back on and we planned our next outing with enthusiasm. That was my first time in tights without knickers but there are many more memoirs to share. Tights Ch. 02 About 6 months after my first experiment when I wore tights under my skirt but with no knickers, my second memorable event happened. My first adventure left me full of spunk and fairly sore but it was a brilliant experience. (Read my account in "My first time with tights and no knickers) It was March 1982 and had been with my boyfriend for about 15 months and I was 22 years of age. He had introduced me to the pleasure of tights and no panties under my skirt about 8 or 9 months previously and as I also found enjoyment with this, I hardly ever wore panties at all. During those months, I was sure a few people had seen up my skirt and often wondered if they had seen me through the nylon tights. No one ever said anything so I just did not know for certain. That was until this day in March 1982. I clearly remember it was a Sunday and the family were attending a relatives baby Christening at a Church. My boyfriend couldn't go due to work commitments so my brother offered to drive me and our parents to the bash. He only had a two door car and I had to squeeze in the back behind my brother. Getting in wasn't too tricky but getting out was far more difficult and less dignified. My brother held the door for me as I exited the back seat and as I tried to get out, my skirt slipped back to reveal some leg. He leaned toward me and offered his hand and he helped me out. Our parents saw a relation and nipped over for a chat with them. Once out of earshot, my brother turned to me and said, "What a wonderful view that was." "What was?" I asked looking around in case I had missed something. "Up your skirt. As you got out of the car I clearly saw that you are wearing tights but have no underwear on. I saw your, well, everything." I could feel myself go red in embarrassment but he calmly told me not to worry, my secret was safe. It became a strange afternoon and my brother kept looking at me and I felt he was trying to undress me in his mind. On a few occasions, I sat down and he always positioned himself opposite me. Obviously, he was trying for another view up my skirt and without being too slutty, I allowed my legs to part slightly a few times just in case he could see anything. Eventually, it was time to go, thank goodness. My brother and I walked back to where the car was parked and would pick up the parents at the house we had been to. As we walked he asked me some questions about my dress code. Why did I leave pants off, how long have I been doing it, how did it start and so on. On arrival at the car, he opened the door for me to get into the back seat. Once in place he asked outright for another look up my skirt. I wasn't sure what to do but decided that as he had already seen up my skirt, there was nothing to lose so I slowly opened my legs wide to let him have a look. A while later we arrived back home and as I got out of the car again, he received another eyeful . Truth to tell, I was getting aroused and felt quite relaxed by revealing up my skirt for his pleasure and I began to wonder whether he had been aroused. As it was only late afternoon, I persuaded him to join me for a walk to some nearby shops. He agreed all too eagerly. As we walked I asked him if he found my dress sexy and if it had aroused him. He confirmed that he had been sporting a hard on during the afternoon and he did think it sexy. We chatted quite a lot and I agreed that he would see more of me in tights if I was without knickers but I also wanted something from it. We returned home about an hour later and we could hear the parents in the living room. We were in the hallway and I lifted the front of my skirt for my brother to have a good look at my nylon covered pubes. He reached out a hand and gently rubbed my thatch. It felt good, especially as we were both doing something wrong. He eased his hand down a bit and between my legs to my very wet cunt. He very quickly found my spot and soon had me squirming with pleasure as he fingered my wetness through my tights. As he brought me to orgasm, I began to moan lightly and he responded by forcing a kiss on me. I readily accepted his tongue and as we snogged, he made me reach my orgasm. Over the next weeks and months, my brother would always know when I did not wear pants and as my bravery grew, he even saw me totally naked on many occasions. I would inform my boyfriend, S , about my activities and he approved and encouraged me to continue as he also found it arousing but I felt that he didn't really believe me. One day, I proved that I had no inhibitions and S is going to pick up the memoirs in part 3. I will however return to this point later in part 4. Tights Ch. 03 It must have been a few days after the Christening before Abs told me that her brother had seen up her skirt whilst wearing tights but no pants. In fact, to start with she only said that he caught a view as she got out of the car when they arrived. It felt strange. I wanted her to be seen. After all, that was the main reason for not wearing pants. But her brother! When she told me initially, I wasn't too pleased but when I thought about it a bit more, I actually thought it was really sexy. I suppose, because morally it was wrong for a girl to allow her own brother to see up her skirt, it made the act more exciting in a perverse way. And I told her so. Then it started to come out exactly what had happened and how often he had seen up her skirt. When Abs said that he had fingered her briefly, I became really aroused. We discussed the issue and as I was turned on by her exploits, and she clearly enjoyed the experience, we agreed that she could show him more and she would tell me all about it. Over the next weeks and months, Abs would occasionally regale me with her tales of flashing to her brother. There were many tales told and they included Abs just sitting with her legs open for him to see and times when she would be totally naked in front of him. I enjoyed her telling me and I found her stories very erotic and a turn on. But deep down, I wasn't sure if I believed her or not. To be honest, I did not really believe she would be naked for her brothers' pleasure. I also think she was aware that I was sceptical. However, one evening later that year, she proved me wrong. I recall it was autumn time and her parents had gone away on a late holiday. This particular evening we planned to go out and I called at her house to collect her. I knocked the door and her brother let me in to wait as she wasn't ready yet. We made our way to the living room to wait and we sat opposite each other chatting. I heard Abs coming down the stairs and she called out that she wouldn't be long. A few seconds later, she walked into the room to join us. I was gobsmacked. She was stark naked with her clothes in her arms. "Sorry I'm not ready yet but I have only just got out of the shower." We exchanged a few comments and she put her clothes on the chair and stood in front of me and kissed me passionately for several seconds. I was aware that she was bent over and her brother would be looking at her gorgeous arse. She broke off and stepped back. She carried on chatting for several minutes before announcing she must get dressed ready to go out. She sat next to me and gathered her tights. I noticed her legs were spread wide as she rolled her tights ready to put on. Then she lifted a leg and placed her heel on the seat and stretched forward to ease her tights over her foot. Her legs were still open and i knew her brother would be getting an unrestricted view of her cunt. My hard cock was throbbing inside my jeans and expected to come in my pants. She eased her tights up and swapped legs to get the other foot into them. Once started, she stood to roll them up her legs, with her back to me and her brother enjoying a full frontal. Once she was satisfied they were on and comfortable she decided to go and find her boots and left the room. I looked at her brother and rather stupidly began to apologise for her behaviour. He just shrugged his shoulders and said that this type of thing always happened if their parents were out. At that point, Abs returned carrying her boots. She sat next to me again and exaggerated every movement as she put her boots on. She stood again and looked down at her feet and saw a fleck of dust that I could not see. "Damn" she exclaimed, "There is a mark on my new boots." And she lifted a leg and placed her foot on my knee for me to inspect her boots. I still failed to see anything so she moved across the room and repeated the display with her brother. Her nylon covered cunt was only a few inches from his face and I noticed he was more intent on looking at her cunt than her boots. Once satisfied there was no problem with the boots, she picked up her bra and put it on followed by her blouse. Then she picked up her brush and brushed her hair. Some minutes later she put a skirt on. I glanced at the clock and realised this performance had taken almost half an hour. And it wasn't over yet. She lifted her skirt to pull her blouse under the waistband of her skirt revealing again her frontal view to her brother. At last she was ready and I stood to leave, trying to disguise the bulge in my jeans as best I could and I felt my pre come ooze out and trickle down my prick. Somehow, I managed to follow her out of the room and into the kitchen with balls aching and full of sperm ready to burst out. I couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed her for a kiss. Straight away, I put my hand up her skirt and fingered her through the fine nylon tights and was amazed just how wet she was. "Why don't we stay in tonight and fuck," she asked. "My brother is going out soon" she added We compromised slightly and went for a quick drink and then back to her place. Once back, she removed her skirt and I roughly fingered her again until she reached an orgasm. I eased her tights down and lowered her to the floor and guided my enormous prick into her dripping cunt and savagely fucked her. The explosion of cum was the most intense I had ever known and it left me wanting her again. I pulled out and she lowered her lips onto me and lapped hungrily at my cock which was covered in my cum and her juices. She took me into her mouth and sucked me until I fired a second time deep down her throat. She swallowed it all and even licked me clean. W e lay on the floor for a while in silence and she asked if I had enjoyed what had happened. I told her that I had found it mind blowing and would welcome another experience like it. She began playing with my cock again and soon had it solid and ready for more action. I fingered her again and soon had her having orgasm after orgasm until I finally slipped into her again and fucked her slowly. What a fantastic night and it wasn't too long before something similar happened again. Perhaps I will write about it soon. Tights Ch. 04 Following on from my earlier exploits when I didn't wear pants under my skirt, my next memorable event took place in July 1982. If you read my previous accounts, you will see that any inhibitions I once had about revealing my body had long disappeared. My boyfriend had stopped doubting my recollections and enjoyed everything I told him. But, back to July 1982. The business I worked at decided to support our local annual carnival by entering a tableau on the back of a lorry. About 20 of us volunteered and in May of that year we met at lunchtime to plan our entry. The theme was "Favourite Countries" and after much debate we agreed on Hawaii. We would make palm trees, parasols and a beach bar with a few sunbeds scattered on the lorry. The guys were to wear gaudy bright shorts and shirts and the girls in bikini's and grass skirts. Over the next few weeks, we assembled the props during our breaks and sometimes we stayed a bit late to carry out the work. The lads had arranged their attire and one girl had made some simple grass skirts from coloured strips of polyethylene and crepe paper attached to an elasticated waistband. Everything was ready for the day when all we would need to do was decorate our float. On the day of the carnival, brilliant sunshine greeted us as we assembled at our workplace fairly early in the morning. I knew we had a lot of work to do, so decided to wear some shorts and a T shirt over my bra and pants. I took my bikini and grass skirt in a bag to change into later. I also took some spray tan to give my skin some colour. By lunchtime, we had everything ready and had about four hours to wait until we needed to proceed to the parade assembly point for judging. We sat around chatting all afternoon and I noticed that the lads were trying to chat up us girls and the comments were getting lewd. There were 14 guys and 8 girls. Time slowly passed until we needed to get changed and apply our instant tan. We drifted inside the building to the staff canteen area to change and the guys just hovered outside the building. Sarah, who had made the grass skirts announced she had brought some tan coloured tights if any of us wanted to wear them and as my legs were quite white, I accepted. I glanced around and saw there were only 5 of us girls in the room. I had no idea where the other 3 had gone. Nevertheless, I began to get ready. I eased out of my shirt and shorts and, in just bra and panties, I opened my bag and removed my costume. No one in the room was taking any notice of anyone else so I whipped off my bra and put my bikini top on. Next, I eased into my grass skirt. I realised the strips of paper and plastic spread whenever I moved and anyone looking would easily see my white panties. Consequently, I made up my mind to wear my black bikini bottom. I put my hands up the skirt and pulled my knickers down and stepped out of them. I then put the tights on and then my black bikini bottom on top of my tights. Checking all was well, I moved back outside to the lorry where the guys were helping the girls up and onto the back. We were told to sit for the short drive to the assembly point for safety reasons. I sat close to Paul and he commented on my lovely legs. He also mentioned he had seen me getting changed through the window and thought I had a sexy body. I wondered if he knew I had my bikini on top of the tights and had he seen my little boobs. I changed my position and drew my legs up and Paul could now see up my skirt to my bikini. I allowed my legs to open slightly to ensure he had a good view. I asked how long he had watched and he said he had seen my tits and he had seen me remove my knickers and he knew I had nothing under the tights. I could feel myself getting wet between the legs. Soon, we were at the start point and hung around while the floats were judged and hundreds of photographs were taken. Eventually, the procession started and it wasn't long before we began the parade. I knew where my boyfriend would be stood watching and I ensured I was on the correct side to see him. However, I had a plan. My bikini had tie up sides and not long after we started we would have a short stretch of the route where there would be no spectators. At this point I released the knots and pulled my bikini through the grass skirt to leave just tights underneath. I secretly passed the bikini to Paul to keep in his pocket until after the parade. When we passed where my boyfriend planned to be I ensured I stood on the outside part of the lorry to see him. I noticed him just ahead of us and crouched to collect coins by bystanders. At the right time, I opened my legs a bit so my boyfriend would see up the skirt. The plan worked well. Unknown and unplanned, the truck stopped for a few moments so I spread my knees even more. There was quite a loud cheer from the men in that area and I knew they had seen everything. At that point, Paul had jumped off the lorry to collect money and he walked up to me. He stood right in front of me talking and looking straight up my skirt at the nylon and what was visible through it. Well, we completed the procession and I was confident quite a lot of people had seen up my skirt. I felt turned on and couldn't wait until later when I would meet up with my boyfriend. But first, we had to return to work and off load the lorry. Again we had to sit and again, Paul saw up my skirt. We quickly stripped the lorry and Paul offered to help me take some props back to a store room. I accepted his offer. But at the store room, he took me in his arms and kissed me. "I want to fuck you" he said. I told him that wasn't allowed but would give him a blowjob if he also fondled me. Before he could reply, I unzipped his shorts and caressed his throbbing cock. I knelt down and took him in my mouth and teased his bulging head with my tongue. He gently began to thrust back and forth and we settled for a rhythm. I placed my hand between my thighs and started to masturbate myself. Very quickly an orgasm started and a groan escaped my full mouth. Paul thrust a little harder and he emptied his sac down my throat. I sucked every last drop from him and greedily swallowed it all. I stood and kissed his lips and then thrust my tongue between his lips. He responded with his tongue and his hand sought out my wet cunt. His touch was good and his fingers massaging my wetness through the nylon soon brought me to another orgasm. By now, I had got him hard again and he placed his cock between my thighs and he ground back and forwards again rubbing against the wet nylon. A few moments later he deposited his come between my thighs. He helped me clean up with some tissues and we rejoined the others for a short party. Paul kept winking at me until my boyfriend arrived but by then Paul and I had planned to meet up one evening for a proper fuck. I will reveal soon how we got on. Tights Ch. 05 Following on from my exploits in chapter 3 where I did a "reverse striptease" for the benefit of my boyfriend and brother, which was recalled by my Steve in an accurate way, I feel it is time to describe how things developed and what occurred next. A few days after the event mentioned in chapter 3, where my boyfriend and my brother watched me teasingly get dressed in front of them from stark naked to fully clothed, I was speaking with my brother about the display he witnessed and as I suspected, it had really turned him on. He made no secret of the fact that had Steve not been there, he would have fucked me or even raped me if I had been unwilling. In the past, he had fingered me through my nylon tights but sex with him seemed a far different and more risky prospect. I was a little stunned for a few seconds but recovered my composure very quickly. "So if I lifted my skirt now and you saw I had no knickers on under my tights, what would you do?" I had asked. "Are you wearing pants then?" he countered. "Feel free to check it out" I replied and he took the front of my skirt and slowly lifted it to reveal what was underneath. Sure, I was wearing tights but also some white lacy see through pants. He almost seemed disappointed with what he saw. I'm not too sure what happened for the following few seconds but somehow our lips met and our tongues explored each others mouth. He still had my skirt up and as we kissed passionately, he gently stroked me through my tights and pants. I could feel he had an erection and it was pressing against me as we embraced. I believe we were kissing frantically for almost ten minutes before we broke for some air. Soon we resumed kissing. I could feel him fumbling with his trousers or having a fondle but he was actually releasing his erect cock and he then guided it between my thighs and began thrusting back and forth rubbing against my cunt at the same time. His rock hard, hot cock felt good and I clamped my thighs together to increase his pleasure. I too enjoyed the sensation and could feel myself getting very wet. After all, this wasn't proper or full sex, was it! He began to speed up and his tongue was working frantically in my mouth. With one hand he started to caress one of my small tits through my bra making the nipple harden. His actions continued to speed up and then he reached his pinnacle and pumped his hot cum between my legs and it trickled down my thighs. We stood still and continued kissing as I felt his hardness soften and then we parted. I quickly pulled my tights off to contain as much of his cum as possible and as I bent over to take them off, I took his flaccid cock in my mouth and sucked his remaining fluids off him. He began to harden again and I knelt down in front of him and continued giving him head. I moved one hand to his balls and gently squeezed them and with my other hand I started to masturbate his stiffening member. After a few moments he placed his hands on the back of my head to hold it still and in time with my actions he started to fuck my mouth by thrusting back and forwards, This continued for several minutes and then he trickled his cum into my mouth as he reached his second orgasm with a subtle groan of pleasure or delight escaping from his lips. I sucked every last drop from him and ensured not a drop was wasted and as he softened, I let him go and I stood up. "Thank you", he said. "That was brilliant. The best I've ever had". "Good, but I want you to fuck me now. Fill my cunt with your prick and cum up me" He made his excuse that he was spent and he needed to recover before he could manage a third orgasm. I suggested he plays with me and see if he could at least bring me to orgasm. He readily rubbed my cunt through my pants and soon found my spot. The ripples of pleasure surged like wild horses through my body and I knew I would hit my orgasm very quickly. "Talk to me" I pleaded and he assured me that he wanted to fuck me and even mentioned Saturday would be ideal as it would only be us two at home all day. He continued by telling me he would spend time exploring my body and when we could resist no longer, he would penetrate me and fuck me all day. My orgasm started and I felt my eyes slowly roll upwards into my skull and my legs turned to jelly as the most fantastic orgasm surged through me. My brother held onto me and continued frigging me off as one orgasm gave way to a second, a third and finally a fourth. As I recovered, he kissed my lips and then bent to kiss my cunt through the pants. He commented on how wet I was and assured me of a few good fucks on the following Saturday. Look out for chapter 6