Chapter 3: Who Does That?

I live at No 10 Red Lion Street. Two doors down from me at No 14 is a student's house. The students change quite often.

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Cate lives there now.

We get on quite well. I help her with her course work.

One evening I went round her house. She was dressed in a neat black skirt on top. She had her usual shock of red hair. She wore high heels and anyone would be able to see that she was wearing sheer stockings.

"Don't you mind people staring at you when you dress like that?" I asked Cate.

"I fucking love it," said Cate. "I love making the young men stare. I love making the old men stiff inside their pants." She giggled and threw her long sexy legs onto the sofa.
"I know you like looking at my legs too," she said.

From where I was sitting I could see her stocking tops and a small glimpse of her bare arse cheeks.

"You're a friend, but yes you make me hard sometimes and you know you do," I said. "I guess what I really meant was, do you wear stockings for yourself or for the men?"

"It's both. I love the feeling of smooth stockings on my legs. It makes me feel like a woman and not a girl. It makes me feel powerful. I love the cool feeling when the tops of my thighs touch each other. But I know what men like too. I know they like this."

Cate turned around on the sofa and got her arse in the air.
It was easy to see the bare tops of her thighs and her skirt rode up so I could see smallest glimpse of her red panties.

"Men like this," continued Cate. "They love where the stocking's end and the arse starts. They love the fact that there would always be easy access to my sweet cunt and arse should I ever let them. I love walking down the street and seeing their pricks getting hard in their trousers. Sometimes I even pull my skirt up briefly to let them catch a glimpse of my red panties."

"Show me a little more of those red panties, Cate." I said.

"You are a filthy old fucker aren't you."

Cate stood up and slowly unzipped her skirt a little so I could see her pretty red panties.

I am certain she could see my dick getting harder. She was teasing me.

"You know what men also like to do with stockings?" I ventured.

"No, tell me."

"They like to come on them."

"Fuck off," said Cate.

"No really," I said. "Some men love nothing better than to wank over a woman's stockings."

"Really?" said Cate. "Who does that?"

"Lot's of men."

"What about you?" asked Cate. "Would you like to come over my stockings? Is that something you'd like to do? Let your spunk drip on to my long smooth legs and ruin my nylons?"

"Yes I would. I would love that."

Cate looked at me. I looked at her. A moment passed.

"Do it, " said Cate. "Do it you filthy old man. You dirty fuck. Come over this young student's pretty stockings."

I had my dick out. I was stroking it's long length. Cate laid herself out on the sofa and crossed and uncrossed her long legs. She stroked her beautiful nylons.

"Do you want it?" I asked.

"You're fucking massive. I want to see it explode. I want your cum to shoot on to me."

She lifted her top. I saw her soft young stomach and her tiny red bra.

"Let it go," cried Cate.

I did. I let it go. I shot cum over this beautiful young student. My jizz fell onto her long stockinged legs. Some fell onto the sofa.

"Oh you filthy fucker!" she cried in joy. "You dirty, dirty old man."

I fucking love living on this street.

Chapter 2: The Letter

I live at no 10 Red Lion Street. Stephanie and Rob live at number 42.

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They are newly married. They have a small baby.
Rob drinks with me at the pub in Red Lion Street. The pub in Red Lion Street is called 'The Red Lion'.

The other week Rob said, "The sex between me and Stephanie has stopped since the kid came along. I don't know what happened. We used to fuck all the time. We couldn't stop ourselves. I used to come home from work and before I could say hello she would be on her back on the kitchen floor saying 'fill me'. She had the sluttiest mouth too. She used to love being called a whore. I asked her if she was sure and she said, 'I love being called a whore. Treat me like one.'"

Rob looked broken. He stared into his pint, "We haven't had sex in nearly three months," he said. "The thing is she still goes out dressed super sexy. She's been wearing these knee length white socks lately that drive me insane. I don't know what to do."

It's true. Stephanie does walk up and down Red Lion Street in her knee length socks and sexy black patent shoes. She pushes her pram and swings her ass.

She look's like a proper dirty, young mum.

A week or so after I spoke to Rob a note was pushed through my letter box.

It read, "I've seen you looking at me in the street. I've seen you stare at my legs with a bulge in your trousers and I know what you want to do to me. Sometimes I want to be so bad and I feel I can't help myself.

I walked past a building site the other day. Two guys shouted and whistled at me from high up on the scaffold. I climbed up the ladder to them. It was hard climbing the ladder in my heels. My short skirt rode up my thighs. I reached the third level of scaffold. The two builders were fat, old and grey. They said, 'what are you doing?' I said, 'Stop shouting at women in the street and prove yourself. I want to do something very, very wrong with you both, right now.'

I held on to the scaffold and spread my legs for them. They both fucked me from behind. As they screwed me I scooped my tits out so anyone on the street would look up and see a slut being fucked. The builders had short stubby cocks and they didn't fuck long before coming. They left a lot of spunk inside me though. So much that I felt the warm jizz running down my thigh as I descended the ladder. I felt glorious. It was so wrong.

Next time I see you I will be wearing sheer nylon panties that you can see through to my cunt.

I love being called a whore. Treat me like one."

The letter wasn't signed but the last line told me it was Stephanie.

A married mother on my own street was writing pure filth to me.

I went over to Stephanie's house and knocked on the door. I said, "We need to talk."

She let me inside. She was wearing a short black skirt. She was wearing her knee-length white socks and heels.

I showed her the letter and said I knew it was her.

She said, "How dare you? Do you think I would write filth like this? I've got much better things to do with my time."

"But I..."

"And do you honestly think I would just walk onto a building site and let two random builders fuck me? Without a condom? When I'm faithfully married with a child? Do you think I would let that happen?"

"It's because of that line about being treated like a whore," I said. "I know it's something you said to Rob."

"What? Rob told you I wanted to be treated like a whore? Get out! Get out now!"

I felt foolish and confused. I couldn't understand what had just happened. I was certain that Stephanie had written the letter. I turned to leave.

Just as I got to the door Stephanie called out, "Hey."

I turned around and there was Stephanie sitting with her skirt hitched up and her legs wide apart.
She was wearing sheer nylon panties, just like she said she would in the letter. I could see her sweet, shaven, plump cunt. She was stroking her thighs.

She just sat there staring and I stared back.

"Now," she said. "Fuck off and leave."

I left. I went home and spent the afternoon wanking myself off to the thought of Stephanie's perfect pussy.

I know it wouldn't belong before she wrote again.

I love living on this street.

Chapter 1: When You're Older

I live at number 10 Red Lion Street. Valerie lives at 28.

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Valerie is fifty but still a beautiful fuck of a woman. You would. You know you would. Her husband is fat and rich. Valerie is trim, tall and tight. I've masturbated about her since I was ten years old.

When I was fifteen, she was twenty five and she caught me looking at her arse. She walked up to me and grabbed my stiff teenage cock through my jeans. I was as hard as a rock. She said, "One day. When you're older."

Last week I watched her going into her house. She was wearing red heels and a tight pencil skirt that hugged her arse and thighs. She caught me looking.

"You've been looking at my arse for twenty five years," said Valerie.

"I swear you look better every year," I said.

"Come in for a drink?"

When we got inside Valerie quickly straightened up the front room. She bent over the chair and pushed her arse out. Her skirt rode up and I could see her stocking tops.

Valerie turned and looked at me. "Like what you see?"

"You dress like a teenage boy's wet dream," I said. "Even when you're just going to the shops your hair is all perfect, and you wear fuck-me shoes and stockings."

"I'm getting older. I dress to my strengths. I know what men like and I know what makes me feel good. I love the feeling of wearing stockings. I love it when the bare skin of my thighs rub together."

"Do you know what men are thinking when they see you walk down the street?" I asked.

"I see men half my age staring at my legs and I know they want to drag me to the nearest toilet, bend me over and fuck me hard up the arse. I love feeling boys' eyes drilling into me. I love the power. Do you want some wine?"

Whilst Valerie got the wine I sat down and thought about how hard this gorgeous, older woman had made my dick. I thought about how hard she made lots of dicks.

Valerie bought the wine back. She sat down. She was flirting with me. She had been prick teasing me all my life. I wondered when she would ever let me fuck her.

"As I say, I love stocking tops," she said. "Sometimes on summer days I don't wear any panties. I love to let my pussy breathe."

"Prove it," I said.

Valerie opened her legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. She wasn't wearing any panties. Valerie's cunt was beautiful.

"That looks fucking gorgeous," I said. "You have the cunt of a girl half your age."

"I look after it," said Valerie. "I keep it waxed and smooth. I know it looks good."

"Do you mind me using the word 'cunt'? Do you mind me saying that word to you?" I asked.

"I love the word 'cunt'. I love the way it sounds. Cunt."

"Does your husband know that you're like this?" I asked.

"He knows and he fucking loves it. Sometimes he pays for young boys to fuck me so he can watch. He has the best wife he could ever wish for and I can do whatever the fuck I want."

"You're not wearing a bra are you?" I asked.

"Believe it or not my tits are still firm enough to get away with it," said Valerie as she started unbuttoning her blouse.

She pulled her blouse apart just a little so I caught a glimpse of her near perfect tits. I found it hard to believe this was the body of a fifty year old woman. She pulled her skirt up a little so I could see her bare cunt better.

Valerie made it so I could see a little of everything and all of nothing.

"You're not going to let me fuck you are you?" I asked.

"Of course not," said Valerie smiling. "How dare you ask."

"You grabbed my crotch when I was fifteen. You said, 'when you're older'. I'm 40. I've been wanking over you for half my life, you filthy bitch."

"Then you won't mind waiting a little longer will you," said Valerie. "When you wank over me, what do you think of?"

"Your arse mainly," I said. "I think of having you bent over a table top and filling you from behind. I dream about my spunk dripping out of your cunt and running down the inside of your leg."

"Oh my," said Valerie. "I won't fuck you. Not today. But maybe I can do something to scratch that itch for you."

Valerie got on her knees in front of me. She looked beautiful on her knees, most women do.

I unzipped my jeans and my giant cock slipped out. "Oh, you...you're big."

She opened her mouth wide. I slipped in easily. She had a big mouth, perfect for cock sucking she could take me all the way in.

I looked down and saw her D cup tits swinging. I saw her stocking clad legs. I thought about just letting go right then. Shooting a fresh load into her fantastic, slutty gob before she'd had a chance to get started.

Valerie moaned a little. She knew how to suck cock and she knew how to show that she liked it. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly like a girl who hadn't eaten for a week.

She didn't use her teeth, she made her mouth, warm and wet, like a gorgeous cunt. I started to fuck her mouth like it was a cunt. She didn't seem to mind.

She took my cock out of her mouth and gasped, "You taste fucking delicious. A lot of women just pretend they like cock, but I really do. I fucking love it." She had my balls cupped in her hand. "I'm not going to let you fuck me," she said. "I'm going to make you wait. I'm going to make you moan. I'm going to make you cry into your pillow with desperation."

"Ok," I said. "Tease me. Do it. Tease me for weeks and weeks. I want you to. But can I come? Can I come now, please?"

"Come when ever you want, baby," said Valerie looking up at me. "Use me as your dirty wank rag. Ruin my clothes."

I couldn't stand it. I tugged three times and exploded. I did as she said and aimed for her crisp white blouse. Four of five globs landed on her fine clothes. I managed to get a little on her tit cleavage as well.
"Fucking, fuck," I said. "You look gorgeous."

"I love being covered like that," said Valerie. "Now get out of my house."

"Can I come back and fuck you?" I asked.

"When you're older."

I love living on this street.