Chapter 7

It was a Saturday and I was going to spend the day at the races. I was going with a couple of my girlfriends and we were all going to dress up for the occasion. I had bought a gorgeous new summer dress recently especially for the event. I also bought some sexy new heels and a really over-the-top corsage.

I had planned what underwear I was going to wear as well and, of course, stockings too. My dress was just above the knee and was a sexy tight Roland Mouret dress in midnight blue.

The stockings were a summery pair which were nude and really silky. My underwear was all black lace and I had a matching suspender belt.

I got up that morning and had a really long relaxing bubble bath and gave myself ages to get ready. My friends would be coming round and then we’d get a taxi to the racecourse.

I got out of my bubble bath, dried myself and rubbed some Chanel body lotion all over my soft warm body. I put on a spritz of matching perfume then put on my sexy new underwear, suspender belt and stockings. I clipped the stockings to the lace suspender belt then put on my heels.

I always put on my heels straight away as I absolutely hate to get a ladder. I applied some subtle make up and blow dried my hair and right at the last minute pulled my stunning new dress over my head. I looked in the mirror and loved what I saw.

It’s such fun going to the races with girlfriends as you can get really competitive with what you decide on wearing. I love to know who’s wearing what designer. It is also good fun to look at ladies who are wearing totally the wrong dress. Haha!

I don’t understand ladies that come to events like this and look really tarty. Some seem to have really horrible orange-tanned legs too.

I prefer to look as natural as possible and wear very sexy stockings. My friends arrived and we headed off. They both looked stunning and had chosen really sexy dresses. They were both really envious of my shoes and admired my fully-fashioned stockings.

Once we arrived at the races, we got settled in and absorbed the atmosphere. We got chatting to some young men that were sitting near us and one of them brought us some champagne. We chatted with them and exchanged tips on which horses to go for.

I started chatting to a sexy guy called Charlie who kept complimenting me on how stunning I looked and how the dress matched the colour of my blue eyes. He also said that he finds ladies that wear stockings a tremendous turn on.

After a chat that got a little steamy, he rushed off and returned a few minutes later with a ticket for me. He had placed a bet for me on a horse which he thought was going to win. You’ll never believe it, but the horse did win.

The race was so exciting and I had just won some money. I decided that with my win, I had to repay Charlie. I thought that he would be really grateful for a little flash. While the others were busy getting to know each other a little better, I was busy seducing Charlie.

I would give him lots of sneaky flashes up my skirt so that he could see my black lace panties and my stocking tops. He loved my little show and he sexily whispered in my ear that he especially loved that he could see the metal clasps on my suspender belt and how they held up my stockings.

I told him to go ahead and feel the seam that ran up the back of my leg. It was a real turn on to be whispering in each other's ears and to be slightly tipsy on the champagne.

It seemed like we had only been at the races for a couple of hours, but It was soon time to go home. We had been eating strawberries and drinking champagne and had all had a win on the horses.

Charlie sneakily put his hand up my skirt and I wandered what he was about to do. While all eyes were elsewhere, he slid the money he’d bet on the horse for me inside my stocking top. How sexy was that!

We all said goodbye and headed for home. My girlfriends and I had a great giggle on the way home chatting about our fabulous day. I got home and took off my dress and got ready to unwind for the evening. I took out the money from my stocking top and also found a little note with it.

It read, “To a very sexy lady, hope to see you again, Charlie.” And then his phone number. I might call him and see where this leads.

Chapter 8

It was a really sunny day and I had just put out my stockings to dry on the washing line. As usual, my elderly neighbour Fred was at his window looking out at me and looking at the wonderful array of stockings on my washing line.

I waved to Fred and beckoned him to open the window. He’s a bit deaf, so I shouted over to him to pop in for a cup of coffee with me. He looked really excited and slammed his window shut and within a couple of minutes, he was ringing my doorbell.

I opened the door to see a very excited-looking Fred standing there waiting to be asked in. I ushered him inside and walked up the steps into my house very slowly so that I knew he would get a good look up my skirt.

I was wearing a very sexy little floral skirt and underneath, I had on some pink full-backed panties with a pink lace suspender belt which was holding up my new, sheer stockings. I heard him gasp as he must have seen my bottom wiggle as I walked up the steps. He must have seen the metal clasps holding up my fully-fashioned stockings and the sexy outline of my bottom.

Fred followed me into my lounge and I told him to make himself comfortable. I bent over right in front of him and picked up a couple of cushions. I made sure he saw a little more up my skirt as I picked them up and then place them behind him and made him feel right at home.

As I placed the cushions behind him, I got really close and pushed my breasts right in front of his face. I just had on a skimpy vest top on and cheekily wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

I could see his excitement as he watched me putter around and I’m sure he realized I was putting on a little show for him. I went into the kitchen and made us some coffee.

I gave Fred his drink and sexily sauntered over to my chaise longue. I lay on my side to start with and as we chatted about this that and the other, I shifted every now and then so that Fred got varied views of up my skirt, at my sexy stocking tops and at the clasps which held them up.

I got a real kick out of pleasuring him and flashing him little glimpses of my panties. The pink panties were ever so slightly see-through and you could just make out my pussy lips if you looked hard enough.

I could see Fred covering up his cock with his hands and I could make out quite easily just how turned on he was. Aren’t I a naughty girl? Such a flirt. I made sure that my conversations were always a little on the sexy side too, and kept talking about my stockings.

I told him the kind of stockings I like to wear and why I prefer suspenders with metal clasps and why I love to wear stockings so much. I told Fred how I love to gently wash all my stockings and hang them on the washing line to dry.

I like to take stock of which pairs I have worn through the week and what happened when I wore them. If I had been on a date and if my date was lucky enough to see me in them or even feel them.

I got up after flashing Fred several times and told him as he was such a special neighbour, he could maybe take the stockings that I was wearing home with him as a reminder of his morning with me chatting and drinking coffee and of course all the flashing that I had been doing, though I didn’t mention the flashing.

I think it’s always best to just pretend that I wasn’t doing it on purpose though we obviously both know otherwise.

I told Fred he could feel up and down my sexy legs and see how the stockings felt and that they fit me like gloves. He looked overjoyed and started to feel just how silky they felt. He loved to run his hands up and down and to feel the metal clasps.

He even very cheekily ran his fingers over my pussy and my bottom cheeks. I could even feel myself getting a little moist down there. Fred un-clipped one of the clasps, then another and then another. He then very, very slowly and carefully rolled it all the way down my leg as not to snag my stocking.

I could feel his hot breath on my now bare leg and realized just how close he was. He was very gentle and lifted my foot and slid off my high heel and then carefully peeled the stocking from my smooth foot.

I put my heel back on and turned round so that he could take off my other stocking. Again, he un-clipped the three metal clasps and slowly and very carefully rolled down the other stocking. He removed my heel and the stocking and put on my other heel for me, he liked the way I stood in heels and bare legs but the suspender straps still dangling underneath my skirt.

He smelled the stockings and closed his eyes as he breathed in the sexy scent of me. He put them in his pocket and was so grateful. I am so naughty sometimes and bent over towards him so that my breasts were pushed right into his arm.

I whispered to him that if he wanted, he could watch me take off my panties in front of him too. Of course he didn’t say no, so I stood up really close to him, in between his legs. I turned round and bent over so that he could see my bottom.

I gave a cheeky little wiggle and slid my panties down over my thighs and over my knees and let them fall to my ankles. I picked them up and turned around again and smiled.

I could see now that Fred couldn’t hide his excitement anymore as his cock was very prominent indeed. He got up and said thanks for a lovely morning and quickly left.

I think I knew what he was going to do when he got home. Naughty Fred. I felt good knowing that I had made an old man very happy. I love it that I’m such a tease too.