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I walk my dogs every morning, usually between 6:30 and 7:30.  The road is remote and in most cases, the only people and cars on the road are neighbors and the occasional contractor.  The walks are a great way to start the day.  Between morning thickness, the warm sun, and gentle breeze, more times than not I am extremely horny when I get home.  Cumming while taking a shower and watching various styles of porn is a great way to start any day. At least a couple of times a week I see Paula walking her dogs.  At about five-feet-five-inches, Paula has the athletic body of a runner.  The nipples on her small breasts are always erect when I see her.  Most times we make small talk. With her light blue, deep-set eyes, dark brown eyebrows and dirty blonde hair, she is a welcome sight. Her skin gleams with sweat, and when we part ways I stare at her tight ass and firm thighs, wondering what it would be like to lick the sweat from her body; top to bottom and back again.  Afterwards, when I get home and if I have the time, I put on a pair of pantyhose, and stroke my cock until it explodes, all the while visualizing Paula’s tight body. One morning, I decided to wear pantyhose underneath my shorts while walking my dogs.  It was earlier than usual, about 5:45, the sun was just coming up and I figured there wouldn’t be anybody up and on the road that early in the morning.  My hands trembled with excitement as I slid the pantyhose up my legs and across my cock.  I couldn’t wait to feel the warm sun rising on my face while my cock rubbed against the silky fabric. About half-way through the walk, I could barely concentrate.  The pantyhose were soaked with the juices of my pre-cum, my cock straining at being contained.  I was so horny and thinking about getting home that I didn’t notice Paula until she was twenty feet in front of me.  This morning she did not have her dogs, but was running solo.  She slowed her approach, stopped and smiled. “Well, good morning,” she said almost out of breath from her kumköy escort bayan run.  Her small breasts rising and falling with every breath. Her nipples bursting through the fabric of her tight tank top. I watched a river of sweat roll down her chin, down her neck, and into her cleavage.  My cock ached.  Suddenly I was aware that I was wearing pantyhose and sporting a nuclear hard-on.  I turned my body sideways and tried to keep my dogs between us, hoping she wouldn’t notice either. I said, “Good morning.  Haven’t seen you in a while. Running solo today, I see.”  I was seriously trying to keep it light and casual, but it wasn’t easy. “Yeah. Jim,” her husband, “and I were out of town to visit his family. I decided to come back early. There’s only so much family I can take. So I figured, ‘what the hell the dogs are boarded until tomorrow; I’ll do an early morning run then clean the house before he gets back tomorrow.’” “Same here,” I said.  “My wife is out of town visiting her mother. Nobody but me and the doggies.”  Paula reached over to pet one of my dogs, “Who’s a good girl?  Who’s a good girl?” she cooed. ‘God, I wish she would rub me and say those things.’  My cock jumped a little in my shorts.  After several seconds, she stopped and looked closely at my legs.  Paula straightened up and asked, “Are you wearing pantyhose?” “Yes, I am.” My answer was barely a whisper. “Why?” I don’t know what came over me, I clearly wasn’t thinking straight. “Because it feels fucking great. It makes me super fucking horny and when I get home I will cum so hard I may lose consciousness.” I was expecting her to say, “gross,” or, “get away from me you fucking pervert,” or even slap me.  About fifteen seconds went by, she stepped so close to me I could smell her.  It was an overpowering scent of sex and sweat.  She looked me straight in the eyes with her baby blues and said in a breathy whisper, “Can I tell you a secret?” I nodded, my head barely moved, my kumköy escort eyes locked on hers. “Sometimes I run wearing pantyhose. I love how it feels on my legs. And my pussy. Especially when I sweat.  I get so hot and wet, I practically sprint home. When I get there, Jim fucks me hard. And if he’s not home, I play with myself until I cum screaming.” I almost came right then and there.  I was light-headed, almost to the point of fainting.  My dogs started to get restless. Either continue the walk or go home, they said. Paula put her hand on my chest, “Maybe we can help each other out.” My head was spinning as we began to walk back towards my house.  When we got to my driveway, she pressed up against me and whispered in my ear, “I bet you’ve got other nice things to wear with that pantyhose.” “Yes.” I could feel her nipples against my chest. “Good.  Surprise me.  Come to my house for breakfast.”  With that said, Paula ran her index finger from my chin down to the tip of my cock, turned, and began jogging down the road to her place. I was torn between watching her run and sprinting back into the house.  After about ten seconds I hurried in, practically dragging my dogs. I got them squared away and quickly got out my stash of clothes. There was a lot to choose from; lingerie, bras, pantyhose, skirts, tank tops, blouses and dresses. I went with a green plaid schoolgirl skirt, blue, lacy bra, and a tight white blouse.  When I stepped into the skirt my heart skipped a beat as I pulled it over pre-cum soaked pantyhose and my swollen cock. I look very hot and slutty as a redhead, so I grabbed my favorite wig, red with curls, then added a necklace of fake pearls. I thought about wearing lipstick, but my hands were trembling too much. I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, adjusted my wig, and took a good look at myself. Prim and slutty at the same time. The skirt came to my mid-thigh, the blouse sheer enough to see the outline off my bra.  I twirled several escort kumköy times to check the flare of my skirt. It flared nearly perfectly, hindered only by the tent of my stiff cock.   I walked into the kitchen and poured myself some liquid courage; a shot of dark rum.  ‘Was I really gonna do this? What if Paula was not serious? Or making fun of me? Was I headed to a humiliation that would haunt me forever?’  I did another shot. My heart continued to race, my cock continued to ache. ‘How could I pass up this opportunity to know for sure?’ I did my third shot. ‘Fuck it. I’m going.’ Walking to my car in the driveway a nice warm breeze came and blew up my skirt. I moaned, and congratulated myself for choosing this outfit.  Paula lived about a quarter-mile down the road. I drove carefully, not wanting to draw any attention to myself since I was out in public in the daytime. Fear of being recognized added to my excitement. The gate to the driveway was open at Paula’s house; I drove up the circular drive and parked next to a blue Toyota.  I noticed the blue was a very close match to Paula’s eyes. After checking myself in the visor mirror one final time,  I stepped out of the car, smoothed out the wrinkles in my skirt, and decided to tuck my cock next to my left thigh. My pre-cum soaked a large area in my pantyhose. I put some on my finger and sucked it dry, marveling at the taste. I knocked on the front door.  “Be right there,” Paula shouted from inside.  The door opened. Paula stood before me and my breath came in gasps: she was still wearing her running outfit. Her body was damp with sweat.  I stepped into the house weak in the knees. “My God,” she whispered. “Spin for me.”  I did as I was told. “You look soooo hot.” Paula stepped in closer. Between her scent and the effects of the rum, I was in a dream state. Using her left index finger, Paula traced a line from my chin, down my blouse, stopping at my stomach. “What’s your name, baby?” “Bailey,” I whispered. “My name is Bailey.” Paula took my hand, walked me into the kitchen and handed me a drink. “You must be thirsty, Bailey.   It’s light rum with OJ.”  I took a sip. It was good, and the cold helped to clear my head. “Relax. I’ll be right back. I need a shower.”  As she walked past her scent overpowered me again.

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