another new story

[opaqueph2000]

This is a story about something that happened quite a while back now, but that I thought you may like to hear.

We were staying at Tom’s Parent’s house one weekend while they were away, and on the Saturday night, Tom had arranged to go out with some old mates of his around town, so I got in touch with an old friend of mine, Becky, who lived on the other side of town and it was agreed that I would spend the evening with her. I was wearing a short denim skirt with a good quality pair of 70 denier white opaque tights, that I had worn a few times previous, and that I had been wearing all this particular day, but apart from some staining on the bottoms of the feet, they were in pretty good nick.

As Tom was finishing getting ready to go out, which included putting on a new pair of silky smooth black opaques under his jeans, I sat on the bed and opened up a pack of sheer black nylon ankle socks that Tom had bought earlier that day along with his new tights when he had been in town. I unfolded one of the socks and slid my fingers down inside the silky material, and was pleased to see that it had a re-enforced toe and a nice lacy ankle. I then lifted my foot up on to the bed and slid the sock on over my thick white tights and was very pleased with how it looked. The white of my tights showed up really well through the thin main body of the sock, which must have been about 15 or 20 denier, and also through the black lacy ankle, whereas the re-enforced toe was quite a bit thicker and made a dark band right across my toes. I then lifted my foot up and showed Tom, and he agreed that they looked really good, especially as the dirty stains on the sole of my tights could be seen through the thin socks. Once I had shown Tom, I put on my other sock and stood in front of the full length mirror to see how they looked with my brilliant white tights, posing in different positions to see my feet from all angles, and then laid on the bed waiting for Tom to finish.

Once Tom was ready, we went downstairs, and after quickly pulling up my tights as they were a bit wrinkly, I opted for a strappy high heeled pair of shoes, which showed off my new socks perfectly, and then we left the house. I drove down into town, with Tom unable to keep his hands off my nyloned legs, and after dropping him off at the bar I headed up to Becky’s house. When I got to Becky’s I walked up to the front door and was greeted by her stood in the doorway, as she had seen me pull up. She was wearing a pair of Black diamond opaque tights with a black knee-length skirt and looked really smart, and after saying our hellos, when I told her how smart she looked, she explained that she had been in work, and then just not bothered getting changed. She then commented on my outfit, telling me how good I looked, and pointed out that I obviously still like my different coloured tights as I always used to.

As we walked through to the front room I found myself staring at her legs and feet in her tights as she walked in front of me, able to see the soft pink of her skin through the diamond pattern. Once in the lounge, Becky told me to sit myself down, as she disappeared into the kitchen, and she returned a minute later with a bottle of wine and two glasses in her hands, just as I was removing my shoes. She poured the wine and then sat on a chair diagonally across from me and lifted her feet up onto the coffee table, with her legs crossed, and her slightly wrinkled nylon soles facing straight at me. I found it hard to keep eye contact with her as we sat talking, as my eyes kept returning to her feet, especially when she wriggled her toes, and although she didn’t say anything, I am sure she must have noticed. We sat talking for a good hour or so, and after the 2nd bottle of wine was finished, Becky suggested going to a pub just around the corner for a drink and I agreed that we should, so after putting on my shoes, we headed to the front door, where Becky slipped on a pair of high heels, and we headed out.

We got to the pub about 5 minutes later, and after getting our drinks, we sat down at a small table in the corner, and though it wasn’t overly busy, I could see the majority of the men in there looking across at us. We had a couple of drinks and then I persuaded Becky to have a game of pool which was at the other end of the pub. We went over to the pool table, which had a couple of young lads at it, and as we waited for them to finish, we were joking with each other about the lads not being able to take their eyes off us. When it was our turn, the two lads stayed hanging around the table and got chatting with us, as we enjoyed teasing them by excessively leaning across the table, giving them an eyeful of either our cleavage or legs. After our game, the two lads offered us a game of doubles and we agreed, and as they set the table up, I sat down and removed my shoes, telling Becky that I was struggling to play in them. Becky agreed that it was difficult playing in heels, and casually slipped off her shoes, leaving them by a table next to mine, and again I found my eyes drawn to her feet in her thick tights. We played on opposite teams, with the lads blatantly trying to chat us up, and whenever Becky was playing her shot, I tried to make sure I was stood behind her, so that when she lifted her leg up, I got a good view of her wrinkled soles, as they became obviously dirtier from the wooden floor, as well as a great view of her long legs going up inside her skirt.

We ended up playing quite a few games of pool, as the lads kept plying us with drinks, and then found ourselves, quite drunk, sitting at a table with them for a while afterwards, with our shoes still abandoned at the other end of the pool table. The lads soon started to find excuses to put their hands on our nylon clad thighs as we chatted and joked with them, and I could feel myself getting quite turned on as one of them stroked my tights, keeping just below the hem of my short skirt.

Eventually we decided it was time to go, and after saying goodbye to the rather disappointed lads, we walked over and put our shoes back on, allowing me the chance to discreetly check the soles of my feet, which I was happy to see, both had nice dark footprints on them, which were clearly visible through my still intact sheer socks. As soon as we got outside the cool fresh air made me realise just how drunk and wobbly I was, and I got the impression Becky was in pretty much the same state, and as we merrily headed down the steps from the front of the pub I slipped on my high heels, only just managing to stop myself from falling over. Both Becky and I were laughing loudly as I managed to eventually negotiate the steps, and as soon as I got to the bottom, I sat on the wall and unfastened my shoes, telling Becky that I was going to end up breaking my neck if I kept them on. Becky, still laughing, replied that I was going to destroy my tights and socks as she watched me slip my shoes off my feet, and I told her that I would rather do that than break my neck. I picked up my shoes and stood up and we set off walking down the road towards a pizza shop, and I could feel the smooth dry pavement snagging at my thin nylon socks. We had only got about twenty yards or so when Becky stumbled, and I laughingly said to her that she really should take off her shoes as well as we were far too drunk to be walking in heels. She admitted I was right and I watched with pleasure as one at a time, she slipped her feet out of her shoes, standing on the pavement in her thick tights, moaning about them being brand new. She then picked up her shoes and we continued merrily down the road to the pizza shop. We walked in with our shoes in our hands, and after ordering, we sat down and watched as the lads behind the counter kept looking over at us as we waited. I also took the opportunity to keep looking down at Becky’s feet and ankles in her wrinkled tights as we sat and chatted.

Once our pizzas were ready, we took them and then headed out of the shop and towards Becky’s house, still in very high spirits, and Becky now seemingly unconcerned about ruining her new tights. The walk home took just over five minutes, and was along nice smooth paths all the way, which felt really nice in my nyloned feet. As soon as we got back to Becky’s, she cracked open another bottle of wine, and then once she sat down she immediately inspected the bottoms of her tights and swore as she saw that she had ruined them. She then pointed both her feet to me and I was pleased to see that she had a hole in each heel, in the thin strips that separate the diamonds, and the holes had laddered along the diamonds. I tried to give a sympathetic reply as I saw her damaged tights but Becky knew I was taking the piss and told me to pee off. I then checked my feet and saw that both socks had snags all over the bottoms of them and there were two or three tiny holes in my heels, which were just starting to ladder. As well as this the feet of my tights both had perfect black footprints in them, including individual toe prints which were just visible through the dark re-enforced toes of my socks. I showed my feet to Becky, who laughed as she pointed out that my socks had just about had it, and my tights were never going to come clean. We both then sat with our feet up on the table as we ate our pizzas and I noticed that my tights were very wrinkled just above my socks and Becky’s tights looked to be very loose around her ankles and feet, and I couldn’t help but feel quite turned on as I kept looking at them.

Eventually, when I realised that it was gone two in the morning, I decided I should be going. Becky asked me how I was going to get home, and I told her that I would walk as it would help sober me up a bit. She then asked what I was going to wear on my feet and I told her I would just go bare foot and leave my shoes at hers till the next day. She told me not to be so silly, and I watched as she got up and went to her bedroom, returning a minute later with a pair of trainers in her hand. She passed them to me and told me to put them on, telling me I could borrow them. I slipped them on over my nyloned feet, feeling that they were quite loose and guessing that Becky’s feet were the next size up from mine. I thanked her for the trainers, and even though I had no intention of keeping them on, I did think that they felt quite nice as I stood up and felt my feet slipping about inside them. We then hugged and said our goodbyes, and after taking one last look at her beautiful legs and feet in her thick wrinkled tights, I left, looking round to see Becky shut the front door. I walked straight to my car, with Becky’s trainers slipping right off my heels with every step, and then after opening the door, I slipped off the trainers and threw them on the back seat, straightaway enjoying the feeling of being back outside in my tights and socks. I then grabbed my jacket and shut the car up, and had a good look at my legs and feet before setting off walking, noticing that my tights were well bunched up just above my socks and that the crotch of them could have done with pulling up, as my tights had obviously slipped down a bit, leaving the crotch and gusset of them a couple of inches lower than they should’ve been between my legs.

I then sparked up a cigarette and set off walking slowly, happy to not have any shoes to carry as I watched my socked feet moving under the orange street lighting, and as it was so quiet I could actually hear the nylon snagging against the pavement. After about 50 yards, I went round a corner and found that the pavement was too rough and was hurting my feet so I stepped onto the road and continued along it, finding it a lot smoother and easier on my feet. After another couple of hundred yards or so I stopped and leaned up against a wall so that I could check my feet again without falling over and was pleased to see that all the small holes in the heels of my socks had merged, creating about an inch wide tatty hole in each heel, with ladders going up around the backs of my heels and under my feet, plus small holes had appeared in my socks under the balls of my feet, my tights though, apart from being dirty, seemed fine.

I then carried on walking down the road for what must have been at least ten or fifteen minutes, just stopping every now and then to check my socks, and by time I got to the end of the road and checked them, they had ripped right open around each heel and had large laddered holes under the balls of my feet with several smaller holes right under my feet and even a small hole in the re-enforced toe of my right foot, right under my big toe. Through the holes in my socks I could see that my dirty white tights were just starting to rough up and show signs of wear. I turned left and continued down the next road, and after fifty yards or so, there were patches of grass outside peoples houses which I decided to walk along, feeling the soft ground beneath my feet, and straight away I could feel the moisture from the damp grass start to soak through my tights and socks, so that with in a few yards my nyloned feet were soaking right up over my toes and around the sides. The grass patches continued for a couple of hundred yards, stopping every few yards for peoples driveways, which I left perfect wet footprints on. Once the grass patches had finished, I carried on down the path, which was now nice and smooth, and looked behind me at the wet footprints my wet tights and socks were leaving. I stopped again to examine my feet, and found that my socks weren’t much worse than the last time, but my tights now looked dirtier than ever because they were wet.

After about another ten minutes of walking, during which time I passed about half a dozen people, all of whom had a good look at my shoeless feet, I came across a bench on the side of the road and decided to have a sit down and another cigarette. Whilst I was sat down, I had a good look at my feet and found that my socks were now totally ruined, with the bottoms of them full of large holes and ladders, some of which were coming up over the sides of my feet and even the re-enforced toes were torn to shreds. As well as my socks being ruined, the feet of my thick tights both had several small holes in the heels, plus a hole under the ball of my right foot. When I saw just how bad they were, I felt really turned on, and as I sat finishing my cigarette, I had one leg over the other with my hand right up between my legs, pressing my tights into my pussy so that I could feel them getting damp as my juices soaked into them. As I discretely pleasured myself, I took hold of my tights right in the middle of my left thigh and pulled hard at the thick nylon until I felt my fingers rip through the material, and watched as a wide ladder shot down my leg and over my knee. I played with this hole for a bit, and then moved my hand to over my knee, an inch or so over from the ladder I had just created, and ripped another hole in my tights, exposing part of my knee. I then uncrossed my legs and put a hole in my right leg, again right on the knee, and smiled to myself as it laddered down to my shin. I sat there playing with all the ladders in my tights and pulling at them, making sure all the new ones went right down my shins and over the tops of my feet to my toes. I then slipped the lacy cuffs of my socks down over my heels and concentrated on the small ladders coming from the holes in my heels, carefully pulling at them, so as not to make the holes any bigger, until they came right up the backs of my calves.

Once I had finished, I pulled the cuffs of my socks back up, hearing the delicate shredded nylon rip even more, and then set off again. I had been walking for about 5 minutes when my phone rang and I got it out of my pocket and saw that it was Tom. When I answered it, he told me that he had just got in and wanted to know where I was. I told him I was walking home, and when he asked me if I had shoes on I refused to answer him. I then told him if he wanted to come and meet me he was more than welcome, and we arranged to meet at a 24 hr garage, which was about ten minutes from his mum’s house, in about fifteen minutes. I carried on walking, checking my feet every couple of minutes, watching as my socks became worse and worse, and the holes in my tights got progressively larger. When I got to just around the corner from the garage, I had a final check of my feet, and my socks were virtually non-existent on the bottoms of my feet, with just thin strands of nylon covering them, and my tights were now ripped open right across both heels, and both feet also had two or three large holes under the balls of my feet, which on my right foot, had opened up right to my toes, just stopping at the re-enforced band around them. I then looked down at my legs in my torn and laddered tights and smiled to myself as I rubbed my hands up and down them and right up to my pussy.

I then set off walking to the garage and as soon as I rounded the corner, I could see Tom stood on the path just outside. I started to cross the road and then Tom saw me walking towards him and his jaw nearly hit the floor as he saw the state of the fronts of my tights. We hugged briefly as we asked each other if we had had a good night, and then he stepped back, unable to take his eyes off my legs and feet. I asked Tom if he wanted anything from the garage, as I needed to get a drink, and once he realised that I was intending going into the shop he said that he would come in with me. I then walked straight across the forecourt with Tom behind me, and went into the shop, where I immediately saw the young salesman’s eyes stare at my legs and feet. I walked around the shop for a minute, before grabbing a drink and some chocolate for me and Tom, and then went up to the counter to pay. As I was stood at the counter, I was lifting my feet up on to my toes to show Tom just how bad the soles of my socks and tights were, as he was stood behind me. I then heard the bell go, and briefly looked around to see a young lad walk into the shop and join the queue behind Tom, and I kept my right foot on my toes, wondering if he could see my ruined sole of my tights as well. Once I had paid, we turned and walked out of the shop, with the young lad’s eyes blatantly staring at my legs and feet as we walked past him. As soon as we got out of the garage, Tom started telling me what a dirty cow I was for teasing him like that, and showing the lads in the garage the state of my tights and socks, and telling me what a cheap slut I looked.

Once we were away from the garage, Tom took his shoes off, revealing his feet in his new thick black tights, and as we continued the walk home hand in hand, I told Tom all about my walk, which we have since measured and found to be just over three miles, and he continued to tell me how dirty I looked, and told me what he intended to do to me when we got home. About ten minutes later we arrived at his Mum’s house and we went straight into the front room, with Tom turning on the main lights on the way to get a good view of my tights. Tom then slipped off his trousers and I took off my skirt, revealing my crotch covered by the thick white nylon. I saw that the gusset of my tights was now about three inches below my pussy as I had not pulled my tights up for so long, and because of this, my tights were quite loose right down my legs, bunching up around my knees as I sat on the settee next to Tom. I turned side-on on the settee, and put my left leg on his nylon covered lap, and he started to massage my foot through my ruined tights and socks as I inspected my right foot. My sock and the foot of my tights were totally destroyed and my bare foot which was visible through the destroyed nylon was black. I then checked my other foot before placing them both on Tom’s lap, enjoying the feeling of his hands all over my filthy feet and wrinkled ankles, as I felt his penis growing under my feet, straining at his thick tights.

After a few minutes I told Tom that my feet hurt from the walk, which they really did, and after a bit of thinking, he suggested that I soak them. I smiled and told him that that was a good idea, and that he should go and get a bowl of water. I then moved my feet and watched as he got up and walked off in his jet black tights, and a couple of minutes later he returned with a bowl of water covered in bubbles, and a couple of towels. He placed the bowl down on the floor in front of the settee and I spun round and put both feet straight into the bowl, feeling the warm water soak straight through my tights and socks. I then lifted my feet out, covered in bubbles and watched the water dripping from the nylon for a few seconds, before placing them back in the bowl. Tom then took my feet one at a time and started to massage them through the soggy nylon and running his wet hands up and down my legs, soaking my tights. As I relaxed with Tom playing with my wet feet, with him holding them against his nylon covered penis, and soaking his tights, I put my hand down between my legs and started teasing myself through my tights for a couple of minutes, before sliding my hand down inside them and playing with myself properly. This went on for quite a while until we could take no more, and ended up having very dirty sex on the living room floor, with Tom destroying what was left of my tights.

[shred]

Nice story, OpaquePH.

The next series I will put on the web sites is with my wife wearing bright pink opaque thights while she walks thru muddy places.

Some time ago I posted a sample in this forum.

The update should appear this week or next week.

Shred