The joy of tights without knickers

This isn't something I would normally talk about in my blog, but may be it won’t do any harm.

Last Saturday afternoon, Husband was working so I decided to go to the Trafford Centre to look for some clothes. I wanted to wear one of my button-through dresses and because I’d be trying things on wore a pair of tights. The 5 denier ones I've been spending a fortune on lately. They’re fantastically soft and sheer to the waist and I love them even if they are over £7 per pair.

Putting them on very carefully I pulled them up so they made firm contact between my legs. I put my shoes and the dress on leaving it open while I did my make-up. Still standing in front of the mirror, and before I fastened the dress, I pulled the tights firmly against myself again and pushed some of the nylon inside as I have done many times with tights. This time I pushed a little more than usual in to me. By the feel of how far my finger was in I’d say there was maybe about an inch and a half of nylon inside me. I would have pushed more only it felt like my finger was about to rip the nylon and break through.

It was so nice that I went in to the bedroom and lay on the bed. With my dress undone and completely open I spread my legs a little reached between my thighs and felt myself through my tights. Pushing the nylon in to me and letting the elasticity of them slowly pull itself out by slowly opening my legs wider. I couldn't stop repeating it and it got more and more pleasurable every time and more I did it, the deeper inside I was able to push the nylon. In what seemed like a very short time I was rubbing myself through the nylon of my tights harder and and harder and faster and enjoying a lovely strong orgasm. I made myself come twice in a very short time. The second one being the strongest and lasting ages. I lay for a few minutes calming things down a bit eventually got off the bed.

The upshot of this is that I ended up quite wet and I didn't think it would be sensible or comfortable to go out dressed in just the tights as I’d probably have ended up ruining the back of my dress on the drive to the Trafford Centre. So I took them off and put them in the wash and took a pair of knickers from the draw and put them on went out with bare legs.