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Polly and Phil (Tights and Lycra Fetish)

Date: 2/7/2016, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: leotardlust, Rating: , Source: xHamster

on the pretext of going for a late afternoon ride) I showed Phil around. The apartment was smaller than he thought with only one bedroom and a sofa bed in the lounge area. Phil noticed some various photos of me with an older man, in jodhpurs and boots, in my cycling gear, in my one piece full length dance unitard. ‘Who’s that?’ Phil asked. ‘My partner!’ I said, handing him a glass of red wine. ‘I know what you’re thinking,’ I add. ‘You probably think he’s too old. Not for me. He’s 68 and I met him when I was 19.We had a special connection, let's say. I’ve been with him for seven years. He looks after me, has a real open mind and well…out of interest how old are you?’ ’60,’ Phil replied. Phil noticed another picture of a pretty girl in a tight black skirt, high heels, copper bobbed hair and shiny black tights, sitting on the old man’s lap, smiling. ‘Who’s that?’ asks Phil. ‘That’s Polly,’ I said. I take a sip of wine. ‘She’s beautiful.’ ‘Thank you, I’ll tell her.’ ‘You know her?’ said Phil. ‘We share this place together…’ I smiled knowingly. Then we looked in each other’s eyes and he saw it, that same look of longing, that naughty hidden lust on Polly’s face. Phil sees me. Polly. ‘Maybe I could introduce you?’ I grin. ‘But you’re partner…’ ‘Well um, he’s not here…and you are.’ I took our glasses and put them to one side. I then circled my arms around Phil’s big shoulders and without another word we were kissing softly. No other sound could be heard anywhere but the sound of my ... lips pressing and parting against Phil’s. His hands were on my tight arse, stroking, smoothing, squeezing and patting it. We paused and Phil said, provocatively. ‘Aren’t you worried that your man might return home early?’ I looked at Phil and smiled, ‘Does this face of mine look as if it gives a big fat shit about that?’ My dirty mouth and revelation makes us kiss more passionately and harder. We spend the next 30 mins, with me on Phil’s lap, him stroking the tight smooth fabric encasing my arse… kissing. Finally I sakd, ‘Now it’s time you met Polly!’ ‘God, yeah!’ Phil’s eyes lit up. I return with a bag od things. ‘Oh Phil?’ I start, looking at him sheepishly. ‘It would mean so much to Polly if you wear these. ‘I threw the bag to Phil and he couldn't believe what he saw inside. A pair of black Lycra shorts, black full bottomed panties, glossy golden tights, a royal blue leotard, and a shiny golden knee high stocking. ‘ The stocking is for your face,’ I add trembling with anticipation. ‘Polly would love to see your mature face, smooth, glimmering and slightly distorted. The lycra is probably too tight for your fabulous body but that’s no bad thing.’ Phil then pulls down his trousers and reveals that he is already wearing glossy control top tights. ‘Actually Polly, this is my heaven. I often wear tights under my clothes.’ My mouth gaps open. ‘Oh my. So shiny. And so hard! I love tights, I love tights,’ I squat down and hold Phil's smooth legs in my arms and run my hands on the ...