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If a summer evening
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Pumping Iron
A new very hot photo story
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| An afternoon at the park
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The met by chance on the stairs of the underground car park where every weekend she went to shop, even though he saw her every day because he left the car there to go walk to the station to catch the train that took him to work.
She was beautiful, of austere beauty and always had an indifferent tone; he only knew that she worked in a lingerie store, did the store clerk, nothing more.
Crossed on the stairs, a good day said quickly and then everyone on his own, immersed in their daily problems.
Just that Saturday was different.
She stopped halfway down the stairs, opened his coat, lifted her skirt and showed him the black slip that she was wearing, holding her legs wrapped by a horny pair of black stockings, slightly apart. |
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Bitch, you're a great bitch!
It was his first thought, as he watched and remained breathless for that unexpected and pleasant vision.
He was not ready for such a thing, and indeed, really don't would ever expect.
"Look, but do not dare to stretch your hands, get it!" She said.
He swallowed hard and whispered, "What?"
"If you do that I'll scream and say you were trying to rape me!" She continued.
"You're crazy, you're completely crazy".
"At least look at me."
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She is lowered the hem of her skirt sliding the lacy slip thighs still outstretched.
He reached out to move a piece of coat and enjoy even better that extraordinary spectacle.
"Look better", said widening even more legs, then forced him to shove his head under her skirt where he could enjoy a beautiful view. |
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That singular as horny female forced him to enjoy a show that many would want to share, but all that unexpected wonder, fortunately, it was only for him.
"Woe to you if you touch me, do not you dare!" He kept repeating the woman in a tone of menace.
"This woman is just crazy," he thought, he kept his hands to himself, with great effort, just to look at.
He wanted to make her his, but was content to do what he was told: look and not touch.
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It is even closer to the pussy where only a pair of tights separated him from the source of pleasure, it was tough trying to contain himself while his whole body ordered him to subdue that singular female ..
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He pulled out after giving one last look at that fantastic view, while the woman was looking pleased.
"Did you have fun?" She asked.
"And you ask me as well ...".
Yes, that woman was really strange, maybe she was mad as a hatter, but for a brief moment had given an afternoon different.
Before ascending to the supermarket, reached his car, and after having hidden from view of the people, he masturbated thinking about the now almost unknown and committed to her gesture just before.
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She was a taxi driver for so long now that he considered herself accustomed to all sorts of weirdness.
She was used to carry for the city all kinds of people, from the rich to the petit bourgeois and often many, lately too many poor people who arrived at the end of the race and did not know how to pay.
He loved that job that made her feel alive and had no fear at all, the only woman at the wheel in a male-dominated profession. He knew how to defend themself, but she had never happened what happened one afternoon in late November at about five of a busy workday, while the city was full of people moving for work, or simply because nowadays there so,
perhaps too many people walking, that because he does not know what to do ... simply moves.
Gave a ride to a very smart businessman, who after having contracted the fare at one point shoved in his hand a five hundred Euro banknote and after making her get in a car asked her to get up in the denim skirt wearing and to be splitting the tights. |
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Was dumbfounded ... the guy was serious or was joking?
Damn ... five hundred Euros for a split of tights?
He wondered what he should do: report the crazy to the police or keep the money and support him?
As a pragmatic woman, opted for the second choice, after all, similar life opportunities do not come along every day and often if one was willing to drop five bucks to break a five Euro tights, then ... I might as well oblige!
He got up her skirt and showed him the thighs and even if in doing so he felt a little 'bitch, but thought by trying to convince you that you're just working, and not to play for a customer like that, she decided that she would be willing to do even of 'else.
After all, the guy had paid in advance and did not want to disappoint him.
She looked at him, was too high for her taste and not too nice, but had something interesting and then paid, so he decided to humor him. |
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A simple upskirt had never killed anyone.
Asked only not to make her too bad and the guy assured brushing his right cheek with a gentle kiss.
Blushed like a girl at her first experience.
Then the guy took the phone and began to place it between her thighs to photograph.
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Her embarrassment greatly increased in step with her excitement while the persuasive voice of the
customer told her to calm down and filled her with compliments and continued to caress her.
Now the customer's hands ran between her thighs moving with movements experts.
She tried to oppose it but it was not too convinced.
She was starting to get carried away and spread her legs even more to enable man to photograph better.
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She felt the excitement rise as his hand touched the lacy slip raised and stretched between her thighs wide open, then saw the man clawing a strip of pantyhose
and rip with decisive gesture.
He heard the noise and saw the torn fabric tights open like tissue paper as the man pulled him firmly toward you.
Became aware of being wet and that he wanted to get fucked by that strange
customer who paid her just because she would consent to be ripping a pair of tights.
She was leaving drag from that vortex of sensations that long, since her husband had left her for another woman, no longer felt.
That singular individual, beginning to like.
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Let him do as she felt the warmth of his fingers skilled and experienced, move on wet pussy.
She wanted ... a lot, really want.
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At that point she found herself with her legs wide open and completely black panties on display.
The man shot her again, then passed his hands on panties, caressing with circular movements increasingly insistent, while his fingers crept into her, and at that point she felt as exploding while flooded his fingers with his moods.
Screamed, while the man with the decision deviated panties, putting her pussy bare.
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It was she who jump on him, in the parking lot and in the metropolitan taxi that now was up and down under the blows of the man who finally was fucking as long wanted.
Outside the night was falling on the city immersed in its frenzied rhythms while the two of them loved each other to the sound of the sirens of police cars and ambulances that were running in the distance somewhere.
Finally darkness enveloped them like a hot skirt.
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With Carla at the restaurant ... from an unusual vantage point
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We went to the restaurant to celebrate our wedding anniversary and until there is nothing strange.
It was certainly not the first time I brought my wife to the restaurant for dinner or lunch to celebrate our wedding,
but after so much time with her, now when I thought nothing of the woman who had moved could surprise me anymore,
what happened here is something really unusual and why not ... absolutely delightful! |
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We had lunch with fish, discussing of this and that: work, money, expenses to deal with, the projects, the holidays to plan, and so between a chat and the other, we finished the various courses and got to the end lunch while the dining room gradually emptied. We realized they were the only ones present in the room where the waiter had to accommodate for our anniversary lunch, while the rest of the staff took care of clearing the table and rearrange the tables for the evening in the great hall of the restaurant.It was then that Carla gave me a mischievous smile, the result of a strange warmth that was enveloping, perhaps generated by the wine he had drunk, or maybe the fact that we were left alone, or what do I know ... He told me to take the phone and start taking pictures under the table.
Do not let me pray and I obeyed.
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Her legs wrapped in black tights, were still partially covered by the tablecloth.
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Shortly after widened a little bit more.
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Then spread her legs even more and thanks to the tablecloth slightly pulled back, I could see between her thighs open a little bit of panties although covered by the tights. |
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Then Carla decided to satisfy my voyeuristic desire and putting both hands under the table, She is satisfied that no waiter in sight, she lifted the flap showing her thighs open and a strip of
slip stretched between the legs gradually more and more wide open.
My excitement began to rise more and more.
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Then the cloth was raised as the curtain of a theater and so I could see the lacy black slip that my lady had worn and that was a fine show if between her legs wide open wisely. |
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And when the tablecloth was wide open and the view I was put on display in front of the eyes in all its splendor, I could not help but dive with his head under the table to see up close the black panties hidden in tights, the tight skirt and the black slip that my wife had worn just to get me excited ... that woman,
the woman who years before I married, had a female full of pleasant surprises.
The message was clear: I realized that I wanted, but not there, the restaurant was not the place to do it, although I would not mind slam it on a table and fuck her as Jessica Lange in "Postman Always Rings Twice".
In short, if the wife wants ... she wants it, and the place to let her taste is absolutely relative!
I went eager to snatch that barrier and put the tongue and then something else in her pussy craving, when a movement of footsteps startled me.
Quickly returned to my seat while my wife is reassembled.
That brief moment of intimacy between spouses that was about to be consumed in the room of a restaurant in the quiet after the meal, he was interrupted by the sudden entry of the waiter who meanwhile had approached our table.
The restaurant was closing and the man invited us politely but firmly to leave.
The excitement vanished altogether while the man's voice brought me back to reality with a terse:
“The bill, gentlemen, please!.”.
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| A day at the park
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Walking, it happens frequently met women wearing tight skirts, and often our imagination begins to slip into that exciting vortex that leads us to imagine what the ladies wear under a normal skirt in denim medium length.
That day I was walking to the park and enjoying the autumn day a bit dreary but still enjoyable, it was a Saturday afternoon and the park at that hour, aided by the gray skies and drizzle that a few hours before had fallen on the city, did not invite neither old nor young, with an attendance, albeit fleeting.
I met the lady in the underpass that allowed to cross above the freeway. Out of the ramp walking quickly absorbed in her thoughts and I could not not help but notice her, wearing perfectly in order denim skirt, a pair of tights blacks and a pair of boots of the same color. I stopped her with a trivial excuse and immediately ventured a compliment that I do not know what snapped in her, but the amazing reaction that followed, been reading through the pictures now that I will insert in my story of that incredible how nice Saturday afternoon. |
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We were both still on the ramp leading to the underpass, the lady in front of me, in jeans skirt, tights and boots blacks, to which I asked him politely to get up her skirt to show her thighs.
I would have expected a scream, a cry for help because an unknown individual, even if well educated, was badgering her in a public place and, moreover, not even very busy ... the place almost ideal for heavy groped harassment or rape fast.
Instead, something happened that left me stunned!
That is, did what I did not expect did: he got up the hem of her skirt showing me the lacy black slip she wore. I remained pleasantly surprised and did not lose the opportunity to take the picture. |
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I knew that she would not have screamed or called for help, but that would be paid to the strange erotic game of wait and see, put in place so extemporary in the underpass of a public park.
But it is precisely with the improvisation that happens things more fun and enjoyable.
The lady was unmoved, he remained in that pose, inviting me with a nod of the head to get closer to photograph the best of the lace slip that was showing me behind my polite request.
I fumbled with the phone praying that it ran out just as I was beginning to enjoy myself and I took the second picture, while the lady watched carefully around our curtain that does not approached any unwanted visitor to the park, maybe at that time who was there to do walk your dog.
With a trembling hand and with heart pounding with excitement snapped a picture closer to that exciting lace that the unknown lady was showing me without any shame. |
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At that point taken further courage and asked her if she was willing to be photographed her panties.
He told me that he would not and then asked me to follow her through the park where I would give a further series of shots if I had undertaken not to overdo it. I realized that the request to photograph her panties had been excessive, at the end we were two strangers and it's not every day that a lady willingly accepts to be photographed in a park by a person who meets for the first and perhaps one only time.
I have collected many shots of women in skirt or petticoat or slip, but often it was stolen photos in supermarkets, on the street or in other public places, and this was my first time where I found a woman consenting and willing to meet - at least in part - my requests.
The lady began to walk through the park and asked what were the most interesting places to be filmed without prying eyes around. Due to the low frequentation because of the autumn day, I said that any place would be fine, even a bench along one of the paths normally frequented by pensioners, children, grandmothers or employees of the adjacent public offices whose windows looked out on the north side of the garden.
We found a place appropriate to the task and the lady sat next to a boy on stone covered with moss and grass. The denim skirt stretched between her thighs a little open, hiding the exciting black slip that The Unknown Woman had shown me so naturally at the exit of underpass.
I was starting to
get excited and I really want to touch her with my hands but; if I
wanted to get something more, I realized that I had to submit to the
game that the lady was doing with
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| The denim skirt, tight thighs a little open (explicit sign of provocation), I was getting excited more and more. I did force myself not to jump on her at that moment, wanting to drag it behind a bush, breaking pantyhose and panties to rape her in the park, regardless of her screams or who may be able to assist it.
But the rape did not happen and I continued to feel the strange but exciting game.
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We hid behind a clump of trees, and this time the lady came up just a strip of denim skirt, showing me the beautiful lace slip she wore. |
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We reached a bench and she sat down, getting up again with calm her skirt to let me enjoy the view of the lace that driving me crazy. I continued to photograph her. |
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Then the lady crossed her legs to show profile allowing me to photograph the best that exciting lace came out from the edge of the denim skirt.
I glanced around us to make sure that there was no one else around and I went to photograph better.
I realized I was trembling with excitement.
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I photographed more closely at those
beautiful legs wrapped in a heavy black tights and so spontaneously
show, hoping that those pictures in the park would add is a result of a
very different nature ...
But when wanting to go further, hazarded a mild attempt to open thighs
to try to photograph her panties, lady drew back indignantly.
Her looking at me with hostility, closed her legs and stood up from the
bench and began to walk.
I stood petrified by the unexpected
reaction that I thought even though rationally I would have to predict
it, but I felt as excited as a teenager at his first experience, and
underestimated.
It was a mistake.
So the game was over?
It seemed so, according to the scene I was experiencing at that moment.
A flash in the pan, exciting enough to make me turn my head, but only a mere flash in the pan.
Just a few shots taken in an underpass and a beautiful black lace hem of her slip displayed on a bench?
That's it?
Everything else just fantasies arising in my mind bombarded by a hormonal storm in full swing.
I gave myself a fool.
And I was right ... something was going to happen but not according to what my mind imagined.
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I stood still, looking away, but then all of a sudden, the lady stopped to drink at a fountain, and when she had finished beckoned.
But the game was over for real or was going on yet?
so I decided to follow her but without bothering any more than necessary.
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We reached her car, parked nearby. The lady invited me to come on board and asked me to photograph her under her skirt; in the car, she told me that we were away from prying eyes.
I did not miss the chance and faced with this open invitation, and contented herself, praying always that the battery of the camera of the phone were not exhausted at the very moment that I had wanted so much.
Fortunately, the dreaded event did not happen.
The lady calmed down and I as well, then I took advantage ... but only to photograph her.
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| And here is the view that the woman hid under the denim skirt. |
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| A heavy black tights so as not to let me catch a glimpse of even a faint trace of wearing panties if he really wore.
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I remained in doubt, but it was not a disappointment, in the end I got so much ... well, a lot.
Mi pregò di non andare oltre, quasi mi implorò di non toccarla e sebbene dovessi combattere contro la mia eccitazione, lo feci. Mi astenni dall’infilarle le mani nel collant come tanto avrei voluto.
It was not easy, but I kept my word.
The lady dropped the curtain and it finally ended.
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She thanked me with a chaste kiss on the cheek and then asked me to get out.
I complied with that request and she without even deigning to glance started the engine and drove away, leaving me surrounded by a cloud of gray smoke as the day that now, apart from brief definitely out of the ordinary, he walked sadly to a conclusion.
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