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ALICE
I loitered near the top of the steps, a frail old lady hoping that someone might lend me their arm to support me as I made my descent.
As soon as I saw him I knew he would be the one. He was tall and slim, smartly-dressed, though no longer young. But most importantly he had noticed me.
I saw his eye take in at a glance my yellow blouse with the top couple of buttons undone, my generously-cut white slacks and flat black shoes. I also thought his gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary on the small glimpse of nylon between slacks and shoes. A permitted eccentricity for a little old lady, he probably thought, though also wondering perhaps whether I wore stockings or tights. He would probably be disappointed to know they were just pop socks.
"Do you need some help?" he asked as he drew level with me. He had a lovely smile.
"If you wouldn`t mind," I said. "The steps look so steep." I took hold of the railing with my left hand but hesitated to take the first downward step.
"No problem," he said, taking my arm in a firm grip and putting his other arm round my waist.
"Do you live locally?" he asked, as we began our cautious descent.
"Just here for the day," I replied truthfully. "I`d forgotten about these steps."
"Take your time," he said, adjusting his grip on my arm so that the back of my hand brushed against his trousers. "I`m in no particular hurry."
He drew me closer still, and I turned me hand over to feel the unmistakeable hardness there.
"Neither am I," I said.
RON
It was remarkable how quickly we had achieved an understanding. Before we had descended four steps I had managed to position her arm so that the back of her hand grazed my cock. Another couple of steps and she had turned her hand round, cautiously exploring its swelling contour through the material of my trousers.
I let the hand which was round her waist stray upward, until I felt the material of her bra beneath her yellow blouse. Almost imperceptibly, she raised her arm to let me touch the outer curve of her breast. It was small and firm, and with the tips of my fingers I could just make out the hardness of her nipple. Checking that no-one was coming in either direction, I slid my hand under her blouse, feeling the warm skin of her narrow waist.
"You don`t mind, do you?" I asked.
"Not if you don`t," she said, slipping her tiny hand inside the waistband of my trousers to find my stiff cock.
Without replying, I slid my hand higher under her blouse until I felt the silky material of her bra. Drawing her closer, I could cup the whole of her small breast in my hand.
In this way we descended half a dozen more steps, her nimbly massaging my cock, me teasing the hardness of her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
As if by mutual agreement, on a small landing half way down the steps, we kissed. Her hair was completely white in the sun, and her pale blue eyes seemed to laugh up at me.
ALICE
He had a lovely cock, similar to Bill`s. And a lovely kiss. Soft and deep. I hadn`t been kissed like that since Bill died and I felt my juices flowing in a way I`d almost forgotten. I didn`t want the kiss to stop and I think he felt the same. But just then a group of teenagers started coming up the steps and we separated quickly and continued our slow descent like a demure elderly couple.
But as soon as the teenagers had passed us, laughing and joking, his hand was back in my blouse like a shot and I shoved my hand back down his trousers to feel his gorgeous hard cock. To make life easier for him, I reached into my blouse and pulled my bra up above my breasts. The touch of his fingers on my nipples was heavenly.
By this time I`d started to wank him properly inside his pants, and could feel he was getting quite excited. So was I. I removed his hand from my breast and pulled it down towards my waist. Then lower. I felt his hand take in the soft curve of my buttocks before moving round to the front of my slacks. I put my hand on his to encourage him to find my slit before we reached the bottom of the steps.
RON
She worked my cock as if she`d known it all her life. Gently circling the tip with her fingers, exploring my pee hole with her nail, running her whole hand up and down the shaft. And she seemed to be enjoying it as much as me, moaning when I pinched her hard nipple, adjusting her position slightly so that I could reach her other breast.
As we neared the foot of the steps, I really thought I might cum, and I think she sensed this. She moved my hand down to her pants and let me briefly explore her tight little ass, before moving my hand almost by force round to the front of her slacks and pressing it against Side Escort (https://side.pompaci.net/) her pussy.
"Oh, God," she murmured. My finger had just found the indentation of her slit when we reached level ground. Here were many more people, coming and going in all directions. We swiftly removed our hands and stood side by side, not sure how to proceed.
"Will you be alright now?" I said, lamely.
"I will," she said. "Thank you so much."
We both laughed at our sudden formality, who a moment ago had been about to cum in our pants.
"Just one more thing," I felt emboldened to ask. "Are you wearing tights?"
"No," she said, her blue eyes laughing.
ALICE
When he asked me if I was wearing tights, I just said no and almost laughed out loud as I saw him imagining me in stockings.
He walked off towards town and I followed at a slower pace. I felt weak at the knees from what had just happened and would really have loved to rub my pussy. I felt an unaccustomed but not unpleasant dampness between my legs. But if you had passed me, all you would have seen was a sweet little old lady, frail perhaps, but no longer in need of support.
Just before the shops, however, I saw him again, sitting on a bench, gazing hopelessly in the direction from which we had come. He had not seen me, but I felt sure he was waiting for me, and I felt a sudden urge to tease him. Looking neither right nor left, I walked straight past the bench where he was sitting and dived into a busy shopping street. I did not need to look round to know he was following me.
RON
I wish I hadn`t asked her whether she was wearing tights. When she said no, I imagined her slender legs encased in stockings and it just inflamed me further. My cock was so hard as I walked toward town that I hoped no one coming in the opposite direction would notice. I relived in my mind what had just happened on the steps and felt an overwhelming desire to see her again.
Flopping down on a bench, I strained my eyes in the direction from which she should come. There was no sign of her. I guessed she had taken an alternative route, but I continued to search hopelessly for her among the crowds of shoppers.
Suddenly, there she was. Right in front of me. I jumped to my feet but she was already past me. Not wishing to lose her again, I ducked after her into the crowded mall.
It had been my intention to catch up with her and reintroduce myself, but without thinking I slowed my pace to match hers and watched with increasing arousal her diminutive form weaving its way through the crowd. As she walked, there seemed to be an exaggerated swing of her narrow hips, and more than once I had to stop, as she herself paused to look in one shop window or another.
On one such occasion, I was so close behind her that I could see her face reflected in the glass of the shop window, and I felt sure that she could see me too. The weather was hot, and as I watched, she slowly unfastened another button of her blouse and held it open, ostensibly to let some cool air circulate, but also giving me a close-up view of her tiny tits in their skimpy blue bra.
When she entered a newsagents, I was only a pace behind and even harder than I had been coming down the steps.
ALICE
It was fun leading him on. I put an extra swing in my hips and stopped often to look in shop windows, giving him a chance to admire me close up. At one point I unfastened another button on my blouse and I thought for a moment he might reach round and grab my tits.
By now I think each of us knew the game we were playing. I dawdled into a newsagents and started to flick through one or two periodicals. I was aware of him just a pace to my right, almost looking over my shoulder. Still not acknowledging him, I made sure the magazines I chose had plenty of bare flesh on show.
At one point he leaned across me to reach a magazine from higher up in the rack. I felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection against my ribcage. When he had reached the magazine, he made no effort to move away, and his cock began to move slowly backwards and forwards against my lower back. I also made no effort to move, instead pushing back slightly against his boner and reciprocating his subtle movements.
In need of fresh diversion, I made my way to the lingerie section of a large department store. Here I picked up one item after another, closely examining all manner of underwear as though with a view to purchase. He stood close beside me, becoming particularly stimulated in the bra section, when I again felt his erection pressing into my side.
Choosing a particularly skimpy, black number, I entered a changing cubicle, and being careful to leave the curtain a Side Escort Bayan (https://side.pompaci.net/) fraction open, removed my blouse. Standing as near to the gap in the curtain as I dared, I then removed my bra as slowly and seductively as I could, knowing that he was watching. I was becoming increasingly turned on, and before trying on the new bra I made a show of massaging my tits and tweaking my nipples so that they stood out hard. I was just about to unfasten my pants when I had a better idea. Still ignoring my silent accomplice, I threw the unwanted bra on the chair and left the shop.
RON
By the time we got to the newsagent`s, I knew she knew I was following her. I reached across her for a magazine, making sure my throbbing erection pressed into her side as I did so. Far from moving away, she responded with a slight rocking motion, prolonging my pleasure for a few seconds longer than anticipated.
I followed her up to the lingerie department, frankly admiring her tight little ass in her white slacks as we climbed the stairs. Once there, she moved along the counter, seeking out the skimpiest garments, at one point raising a pair of satin panties to her cheek to test their softness.
To passers by we must have appeared just like any other couple: a wife absorbed in choosing her new underwear, her slightly bored husband in tow. Except I was anything but bored. With every item of lingerie my excitement grew, and when she walked over to a changing booth to try on a minuscule black bra, I was close behind.
She left the curtain open a fraction and I watched as she slowly removed her blouse and bra. Standing daringly close to the gap in the curtain, she slowly massaged her tiny tits and pinched her dark brown nipples till they stood erect. Despite her age, her nipples pointed upwards, at much the same angle as my straining cock.
I think she was enjoying the striptease, too, because she began to undulate her body, and her hands moved slowly down over her skeletal midriff and under the waistband of her slacks. Before she had started to unfasten them, however, she seemed to have a change of heart. Without even trying on the new bra, she put her old clothes back on and hurried from the shop.
Outside, her pace slackened and she led me away from the mall to a poorer area of thrift shops, restaurants and alleyways. Glancing behind her for the first time, she ducked into one such alleyway and I followed a few yards behind.
The passage was lined on either side with huge refuse bins, some of them with their lids open, their foul-smelling contents exposed to the sky.
At the far end of the alley, in the shadow of one particularly towering bin, she stood with her back to the wall, her blue eyes beckoning. I took her in my arms and kissed her as passionately as I have ever kissed anybody in my life. She unfastened her blouse and slipped off her bra, and while I explored her tiny breasts and hard nipples with fingers and tongue, she unfastened my pants and pulled them down.
As she took my hard cock in her hand, I unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them down. A pair of lacy, blue panties stretched between her prominent hip bones, showing clearly the bulge of her mons. Of stockings, however, there was no sign.
"I thought you said were wearing stockings," I said.
"I only said I wasn`t wearing tights," she said.
I was confused. There was still an area of dark nylon clearly visible between the bottom of her slacks and her shoes.
"Pull my trousers down further," she said.
I kneeled and pulled her slacks right down.
"Pop socks!" I exclaimed
"You`re not too disappointed?" she said.
"Far from it. I just haven`t seen any for a while."
She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her slacks and I prostrated myself before her to kiss her feet, ankles and calves, deliciously encased in sheer nylon.
"They have their uses," she said.
Resting her foot on my back, she pulled off one of the flimsy half-stockings.
"Stand up."
I did as she asked, kissing on the way her pale thighs with their crosshatching of blue veins, her swollen pussy straining against her tight blue panties, and her narrow, loose-skinned torso. Finally, I kissed her on the lips. I couldn`t get enough of her kiss.
She unbuttoned my shirt, inserted a hand into the pop sock and trailed it lingeringly down my body.
"I think you`ll like this," she said.
I felt her hand, encased in the thin nylon, grasp my prick and start to move slowly backwards and forwards. I closed my eyes
ALICE
I had to glance back, just to make sure he was still following me. Of course he was. I waited for him at the end of the alley. He could have done anything Escort Side (https://side.pompaci.net/) to me. I was glad that the first thing he chose to do was kiss me.
I began to strip for him and took his cock out. It was so like Bill`s I could have cried. He pulled my trousers down but left my panties on. I`ve never felt so sexy. He was anticipating stockings, but didn`t seem disappointed with the pop socks. Especially when I wrapped one of them round my hand and started stroking his cock. He even closed his eyes.
After a few minutes of back and forth, I went down on my knees and sucked the end of his cock as it emerged from my nylon glove. I held him tight, close to the balls, and watched his cock turn red then purple, and explored every centimetre of it with my tongue: the furrowed foreskin, the smooth, round head, the tightly stretched frenulum. When I did this latter, he let out a gasp, and again I thought of Bill.
I stood up and pulled the front of my panties down and stuck his cock inside. As he slid backwards and forwards along my well-lubricated groove, I massaged his balls with my nylon mitt.
He reached behind and grabbed my ass, pulling me onto his cock. I could sense how desperate he was to be inside me, and I was getting pretty desperate too.
But first, one more little tease. I pushed him away and resumed wanking his cock in long, slow strokes, watching pre-cum gather on the swollen head, dripping onto my nylon-clad hand. When I thought he could stand it no longer, I let go of him and turned to brace myself against the wall.
"Fuck me," I said.
RON
I`ve never been wanked with a nylon glove before, and I`ve never felt anything quite like it. Time and again I felt I was about to cum, but she had a way of stopping just in time, subjecting my cock to that same, close scrutiny that I had first noticed on the steps, as though she was somehow already familiar with it, and just wanted to check how it was reacting. Finally, though, I think the teasing got a bit too much even for her, and she turned round and braced herself against the wall.
"Fuck me," she said.
I pulled her panties down. The skin of her ass was pale, almost translucent, with the fine tracery of veins and blood vessels inseparable from old age. Indeed, her whole body was so pale, as she stood leaning against the wall, that I wondered whether I was about to make love to a ghost rather than a human being.
As if reading my thoughts, she spread her legs wider and reached her nylon-covered hand back to grasp my cock. She brushed the head a few times against her open slit, and I could see the petalled opening of her vagina gleaming pink among the grey tangle of her pubic hair. She positioned me carefully against her opening, and with one long, slow thrust I was deep inside her. Her pussy was tighter than I expected, and grasped my cock hungrily as she pushed her ass back hard against me.
She took her hand away and braced herself once more against the wall. I noticed she was trembling slightly. And suddenly I was hit by the sordidness of it all. A little old woman, naked but for a single pop sock, leaning against a wall in a filthy alleyway, presenting her pale, sunken ass for fucking. And I felt a sudden urge, not to make love to her as I had intended a moment ago, but to fuck her without thinking of her at all, who she was, where she came from, but to think only of myself, and my urgent need for release, and to see my cum dripping from her cunt, adding one more stain to the many stains on the alley floor.
ALICE
And he did fuck me. In the end. I thought he wasn`t going to at first. Too taken with my "translucent beauty". But finally he gave my old pussy the pounding it craved. Fucked me, in fact, almost as if I wasn`t there.
When he`d finished, thick clots of cum dripped from my pussy onto the ground, joining the discarded cigarette butts and used condoms. I got dressed quickly, enjoying the sensation of warm cum in my knickers.
I sensed he wanted to say something, but I put my finger to his lips. I asked him not to follow me and I don`t think he did. But I didn`t look back.
RON
She got dressed quickly- like a striptease in reverse. The pop sock that had so recently been wrapped around my cock was pulled back on. The blue panties too, though she did pause for a second mischievously to pat the gusset, heavy with cum. The blue bra, yellow shirt and white slacks were soon in place, and she stood before me as I had first seen her at the top of the steps. And I wanted to say something then, perhaps offer my arm to help her from the alley. But she smiled and put her finger to my lips and asked me not to follow her.
In the time it took me to pull my clothes back on, she had reached the end of the alley. I raced after her and looked in both directions, but she had disappeared.
I sometimes wait for her at the top of the steps, but remember she said she was just there for the day, and I know I will never see her again.
I loitered near the top of the steps, a frail old lady hoping that someone might lend me their arm to support me as I made my descent.
As soon as I saw him I knew he would be the one. He was tall and slim, smartly-dressed, though no longer young. But most importantly he had noticed me.
I saw his eye take in at a glance my yellow blouse with the top couple of buttons undone, my generously-cut white slacks and flat black shoes. I also thought his gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary on the small glimpse of nylon between slacks and shoes. A permitted eccentricity for a little old lady, he probably thought, though also wondering perhaps whether I wore stockings or tights. He would probably be disappointed to know they were just pop socks.
"Do you need some help?" he asked as he drew level with me. He had a lovely smile.
"If you wouldn`t mind," I said. "The steps look so steep." I took hold of the railing with my left hand but hesitated to take the first downward step.
"No problem," he said, taking my arm in a firm grip and putting his other arm round my waist.
"Do you live locally?" he asked, as we began our cautious descent.
"Just here for the day," I replied truthfully. "I`d forgotten about these steps."
"Take your time," he said, adjusting his grip on my arm so that the back of my hand brushed against his trousers. "I`m in no particular hurry."
He drew me closer still, and I turned me hand over to feel the unmistakeable hardness there.
"Neither am I," I said.
RON
It was remarkable how quickly we had achieved an understanding. Before we had descended four steps I had managed to position her arm so that the back of her hand grazed my cock. Another couple of steps and she had turned her hand round, cautiously exploring its swelling contour through the material of my trousers.
I let the hand which was round her waist stray upward, until I felt the material of her bra beneath her yellow blouse. Almost imperceptibly, she raised her arm to let me touch the outer curve of her breast. It was small and firm, and with the tips of my fingers I could just make out the hardness of her nipple. Checking that no-one was coming in either direction, I slid my hand under her blouse, feeling the warm skin of her narrow waist.
"You don`t mind, do you?" I asked.
"Not if you don`t," she said, slipping her tiny hand inside the waistband of my trousers to find my stiff cock.
Without replying, I slid my hand higher under her blouse until I felt the silky material of her bra. Drawing her closer, I could cup the whole of her small breast in my hand.
In this way we descended half a dozen more steps, her nimbly massaging my cock, me teasing the hardness of her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
As if by mutual agreement, on a small landing half way down the steps, we kissed. Her hair was completely white in the sun, and her pale blue eyes seemed to laugh up at me.
ALICE
He had a lovely cock, similar to Bill`s. And a lovely kiss. Soft and deep. I hadn`t been kissed like that since Bill died and I felt my juices flowing in a way I`d almost forgotten. I didn`t want the kiss to stop and I think he felt the same. But just then a group of teenagers started coming up the steps and we separated quickly and continued our slow descent like a demure elderly couple.
But as soon as the teenagers had passed us, laughing and joking, his hand was back in my blouse like a shot and I shoved my hand back down his trousers to feel his gorgeous hard cock. To make life easier for him, I reached into my blouse and pulled my bra up above my breasts. The touch of his fingers on my nipples was heavenly.
By this time I`d started to wank him properly inside his pants, and could feel he was getting quite excited. So was I. I removed his hand from my breast and pulled it down towards my waist. Then lower. I felt his hand take in the soft curve of my buttocks before moving round to the front of my slacks. I put my hand on his to encourage him to find my slit before we reached the bottom of the steps.
RON
She worked my cock as if she`d known it all her life. Gently circling the tip with her fingers, exploring my pee hole with her nail, running her whole hand up and down the shaft. And she seemed to be enjoying it as much as me, moaning when I pinched her hard nipple, adjusting her position slightly so that I could reach her other breast.
As we neared the foot of the steps, I really thought I might cum, and I think she sensed this. She moved my hand down to her pants and let me briefly explore her tight little ass, before moving my hand almost by force round to the front of her slacks and pressing it against Side Escort (https://side.pompaci.net/) her pussy.
"Oh, God," she murmured. My finger had just found the indentation of her slit when we reached level ground. Here were many more people, coming and going in all directions. We swiftly removed our hands and stood side by side, not sure how to proceed.
"Will you be alright now?" I said, lamely.
"I will," she said. "Thank you so much."
We both laughed at our sudden formality, who a moment ago had been about to cum in our pants.
"Just one more thing," I felt emboldened to ask. "Are you wearing tights?"
"No," she said, her blue eyes laughing.
ALICE
When he asked me if I was wearing tights, I just said no and almost laughed out loud as I saw him imagining me in stockings.
He walked off towards town and I followed at a slower pace. I felt weak at the knees from what had just happened and would really have loved to rub my pussy. I felt an unaccustomed but not unpleasant dampness between my legs. But if you had passed me, all you would have seen was a sweet little old lady, frail perhaps, but no longer in need of support.
Just before the shops, however, I saw him again, sitting on a bench, gazing hopelessly in the direction from which we had come. He had not seen me, but I felt sure he was waiting for me, and I felt a sudden urge to tease him. Looking neither right nor left, I walked straight past the bench where he was sitting and dived into a busy shopping street. I did not need to look round to know he was following me.
RON
I wish I hadn`t asked her whether she was wearing tights. When she said no, I imagined her slender legs encased in stockings and it just inflamed me further. My cock was so hard as I walked toward town that I hoped no one coming in the opposite direction would notice. I relived in my mind what had just happened on the steps and felt an overwhelming desire to see her again.
Flopping down on a bench, I strained my eyes in the direction from which she should come. There was no sign of her. I guessed she had taken an alternative route, but I continued to search hopelessly for her among the crowds of shoppers.
Suddenly, there she was. Right in front of me. I jumped to my feet but she was already past me. Not wishing to lose her again, I ducked after her into the crowded mall.
It had been my intention to catch up with her and reintroduce myself, but without thinking I slowed my pace to match hers and watched with increasing arousal her diminutive form weaving its way through the crowd. As she walked, there seemed to be an exaggerated swing of her narrow hips, and more than once I had to stop, as she herself paused to look in one shop window or another.
On one such occasion, I was so close behind her that I could see her face reflected in the glass of the shop window, and I felt sure that she could see me too. The weather was hot, and as I watched, she slowly unfastened another button of her blouse and held it open, ostensibly to let some cool air circulate, but also giving me a close-up view of her tiny tits in their skimpy blue bra.
When she entered a newsagents, I was only a pace behind and even harder than I had been coming down the steps.
ALICE
It was fun leading him on. I put an extra swing in my hips and stopped often to look in shop windows, giving him a chance to admire me close up. At one point I unfastened another button on my blouse and I thought for a moment he might reach round and grab my tits.
By now I think each of us knew the game we were playing. I dawdled into a newsagents and started to flick through one or two periodicals. I was aware of him just a pace to my right, almost looking over my shoulder. Still not acknowledging him, I made sure the magazines I chose had plenty of bare flesh on show.
At one point he leaned across me to reach a magazine from higher up in the rack. I felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection against my ribcage. When he had reached the magazine, he made no effort to move away, and his cock began to move slowly backwards and forwards against my lower back. I also made no effort to move, instead pushing back slightly against his boner and reciprocating his subtle movements.
In need of fresh diversion, I made my way to the lingerie section of a large department store. Here I picked up one item after another, closely examining all manner of underwear as though with a view to purchase. He stood close beside me, becoming particularly stimulated in the bra section, when I again felt his erection pressing into my side.
Choosing a particularly skimpy, black number, I entered a changing cubicle, and being careful to leave the curtain a Side Escort Bayan (https://side.pompaci.net/) fraction open, removed my blouse. Standing as near to the gap in the curtain as I dared, I then removed my bra as slowly and seductively as I could, knowing that he was watching. I was becoming increasingly turned on, and before trying on the new bra I made a show of massaging my tits and tweaking my nipples so that they stood out hard. I was just about to unfasten my pants when I had a better idea. Still ignoring my silent accomplice, I threw the unwanted bra on the chair and left the shop.
RON
By the time we got to the newsagent`s, I knew she knew I was following her. I reached across her for a magazine, making sure my throbbing erection pressed into her side as I did so. Far from moving away, she responded with a slight rocking motion, prolonging my pleasure for a few seconds longer than anticipated.
I followed her up to the lingerie department, frankly admiring her tight little ass in her white slacks as we climbed the stairs. Once there, she moved along the counter, seeking out the skimpiest garments, at one point raising a pair of satin panties to her cheek to test their softness.
To passers by we must have appeared just like any other couple: a wife absorbed in choosing her new underwear, her slightly bored husband in tow. Except I was anything but bored. With every item of lingerie my excitement grew, and when she walked over to a changing booth to try on a minuscule black bra, I was close behind.
She left the curtain open a fraction and I watched as she slowly removed her blouse and bra. Standing daringly close to the gap in the curtain, she slowly massaged her tiny tits and pinched her dark brown nipples till they stood erect. Despite her age, her nipples pointed upwards, at much the same angle as my straining cock.
I think she was enjoying the striptease, too, because she began to undulate her body, and her hands moved slowly down over her skeletal midriff and under the waistband of her slacks. Before she had started to unfasten them, however, she seemed to have a change of heart. Without even trying on the new bra, she put her old clothes back on and hurried from the shop.
Outside, her pace slackened and she led me away from the mall to a poorer area of thrift shops, restaurants and alleyways. Glancing behind her for the first time, she ducked into one such alleyway and I followed a few yards behind.
The passage was lined on either side with huge refuse bins, some of them with their lids open, their foul-smelling contents exposed to the sky.
At the far end of the alley, in the shadow of one particularly towering bin, she stood with her back to the wall, her blue eyes beckoning. I took her in my arms and kissed her as passionately as I have ever kissed anybody in my life. She unfastened her blouse and slipped off her bra, and while I explored her tiny breasts and hard nipples with fingers and tongue, she unfastened my pants and pulled them down.
As she took my hard cock in her hand, I unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them down. A pair of lacy, blue panties stretched between her prominent hip bones, showing clearly the bulge of her mons. Of stockings, however, there was no sign.
"I thought you said were wearing stockings," I said.
"I only said I wasn`t wearing tights," she said.
I was confused. There was still an area of dark nylon clearly visible between the bottom of her slacks and her shoes.
"Pull my trousers down further," she said.
I kneeled and pulled her slacks right down.
"Pop socks!" I exclaimed
"You`re not too disappointed?" she said.
"Far from it. I just haven`t seen any for a while."
She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her slacks and I prostrated myself before her to kiss her feet, ankles and calves, deliciously encased in sheer nylon.
"They have their uses," she said.
Resting her foot on my back, she pulled off one of the flimsy half-stockings.
"Stand up."
I did as she asked, kissing on the way her pale thighs with their crosshatching of blue veins, her swollen pussy straining against her tight blue panties, and her narrow, loose-skinned torso. Finally, I kissed her on the lips. I couldn`t get enough of her kiss.
She unbuttoned my shirt, inserted a hand into the pop sock and trailed it lingeringly down my body.
"I think you`ll like this," she said.
I felt her hand, encased in the thin nylon, grasp my prick and start to move slowly backwards and forwards. I closed my eyes
ALICE
I had to glance back, just to make sure he was still following me. Of course he was. I waited for him at the end of the alley. He could have done anything Escort Side (https://side.pompaci.net/) to me. I was glad that the first thing he chose to do was kiss me.
I began to strip for him and took his cock out. It was so like Bill`s I could have cried. He pulled my trousers down but left my panties on. I`ve never felt so sexy. He was anticipating stockings, but didn`t seem disappointed with the pop socks. Especially when I wrapped one of them round my hand and started stroking his cock. He even closed his eyes.
After a few minutes of back and forth, I went down on my knees and sucked the end of his cock as it emerged from my nylon glove. I held him tight, close to the balls, and watched his cock turn red then purple, and explored every centimetre of it with my tongue: the furrowed foreskin, the smooth, round head, the tightly stretched frenulum. When I did this latter, he let out a gasp, and again I thought of Bill.
I stood up and pulled the front of my panties down and stuck his cock inside. As he slid backwards and forwards along my well-lubricated groove, I massaged his balls with my nylon mitt.
He reached behind and grabbed my ass, pulling me onto his cock. I could sense how desperate he was to be inside me, and I was getting pretty desperate too.
But first, one more little tease. I pushed him away and resumed wanking his cock in long, slow strokes, watching pre-cum gather on the swollen head, dripping onto my nylon-clad hand. When I thought he could stand it no longer, I let go of him and turned to brace myself against the wall.
"Fuck me," I said.
RON
I`ve never been wanked with a nylon glove before, and I`ve never felt anything quite like it. Time and again I felt I was about to cum, but she had a way of stopping just in time, subjecting my cock to that same, close scrutiny that I had first noticed on the steps, as though she was somehow already familiar with it, and just wanted to check how it was reacting. Finally, though, I think the teasing got a bit too much even for her, and she turned round and braced herself against the wall.
"Fuck me," she said.
I pulled her panties down. The skin of her ass was pale, almost translucent, with the fine tracery of veins and blood vessels inseparable from old age. Indeed, her whole body was so pale, as she stood leaning against the wall, that I wondered whether I was about to make love to a ghost rather than a human being.
As if reading my thoughts, she spread her legs wider and reached her nylon-covered hand back to grasp my cock. She brushed the head a few times against her open slit, and I could see the petalled opening of her vagina gleaming pink among the grey tangle of her pubic hair. She positioned me carefully against her opening, and with one long, slow thrust I was deep inside her. Her pussy was tighter than I expected, and grasped my cock hungrily as she pushed her ass back hard against me.
She took her hand away and braced herself once more against the wall. I noticed she was trembling slightly. And suddenly I was hit by the sordidness of it all. A little old woman, naked but for a single pop sock, leaning against a wall in a filthy alleyway, presenting her pale, sunken ass for fucking. And I felt a sudden urge, not to make love to her as I had intended a moment ago, but to fuck her without thinking of her at all, who she was, where she came from, but to think only of myself, and my urgent need for release, and to see my cum dripping from her cunt, adding one more stain to the many stains on the alley floor.
ALICE
And he did fuck me. In the end. I thought he wasn`t going to at first. Too taken with my "translucent beauty". But finally he gave my old pussy the pounding it craved. Fucked me, in fact, almost as if I wasn`t there.
When he`d finished, thick clots of cum dripped from my pussy onto the ground, joining the discarded cigarette butts and used condoms. I got dressed quickly, enjoying the sensation of warm cum in my knickers.
I sensed he wanted to say something, but I put my finger to his lips. I asked him not to follow me and I don`t think he did. But I didn`t look back.
RON
She got dressed quickly- like a striptease in reverse. The pop sock that had so recently been wrapped around my cock was pulled back on. The blue panties too, though she did pause for a second mischievously to pat the gusset, heavy with cum. The blue bra, yellow shirt and white slacks were soon in place, and she stood before me as I had first seen her at the top of the steps. And I wanted to say something then, perhaps offer my arm to help her from the alley. But she smiled and put her finger to my lips and asked me not to follow her.
In the time it took me to pull my clothes back on, she had reached the end of the alley. I raced after her and looked in both directions, but she had disappeared.
I sometimes wait for her at the top of the steps, but remember she said she was just there for the day, and I know I will never see her again.