Little Leaks

A while back, there was an online chat site for those interested in stockings, nylons, retro lingerie and users experiences and fantasies.

Lisa and I connected in our spare bedroom where the PC was set up. We had an old piano stool as a shared seat. Back then it was text chat only, both in an open chat room or by private messages.

We were always up for a little flirting and teasing and mostly dressed for the occasion. Lisa typically in vintage stockings and heels, a simple suspender belt or OBG, a small cupped bra, a wrap dress or skirt and light blousy top.

There was never any particular jumping off point for these chats, we just kinda dove when something got our attention.

One time, a middle-ish age lady chatting about school discos and nightclub dancing, specifically towards the end of the evening when most of the guys had sufficient 'Dutch courage' on board to ask a female to slow dance. She called this 'the erection section' as it was when a lady could expect to feel a guy's hardening cock against her thigh or, higher, depending on the cut of his trousers.

Lisa jumped straight in with her experiences. She opened with how she and her friends would jokingly guess which fella might have the biggest or hardest or most obvious erection. They would try to keep a straight face as the guy's began their often awkward approach. There code word for this was 'Walking woodies!'.

The guys were mostly ignorant of the level of in depth discussion the girls would have had before the games began. They would dare each other to touch or press themselves against the straining cocks. Later, they would compare notes. Usually as soon as the lights came up and the guys quickly disappeared.

Sonia, one of Lisa's closest friends, and one of the naughtiest, would dare the girls to slip a hand into a guys pocket for a bit of a squeeze or even a little rummage. Sonia had told the girls she had even had one 'go off in her hand!!' By which she meant the poor dude and orgasmed. She described the feeling of the warm semen oozing through his pocket liner making her fingers a tiny bit sticky.

The other chatting lady, can't remember her chat name, told of how she once had a cum stain on her satin skirt at the thigh and she couldn't understand how it happened, suspecting the guy might have unzipped in the darkness. One of her friends noticed it was right on a suspender clip bump. Then she realised this must have happened as he was feeling her suspenders through the back of her skirt as they danced.

As these chats progress and our horny level continued up, Lisa might start to loosen her skirt so I could feel her thigh. Sometimes she would rub me gently through me trousers. This time, she was clearly working a little harder. I responded as any decent guy should by unzipping my fly but, Lisa stopped me, telling me she wanted to see me cum in my trousers and let the juice soak through.

One thing I knew for sure about Lisa was, never deny her when it comes to foreplay. I eased myself back a bit on the stool to make my trousers as loose as possible. She approved. Sat to my right, she lifted her left leg over my right thigh. This parted my legs and exposed her wonderful stocking and suspender straps which I was not permitted to touch. Lisa explained that she was getting off on the idea that a guy would orgasm against her thigh and wanted to get me ready to explode before part 2 of her plan.

We continued chatting and the lady was telling of a time where one of her friends had said she had felt a guy throbbing against her leg and backed of just a little leaving his cock room to stand straight out and up a bit in his trousers. Now, she could see how hard it was, she pulled him closer to feel him again. His throbbing became more jerky and he was obviously unloading in his pants, right there against her groin. This made her cum and her knees buckled for a moment and she held him closer. They kissed hard but, he moved away before the lights came on.

At this point in the chat, Lisa stood me up, joined me face to face and said 'dance'. My hands were all over her arse, gathering up the material of her skirt to feel her bare bum, lingerie and stocking seams. She was loving it and rubbed my cock even more.

There could have been a hundred other people in the room at that moment but, I was lost in the sensation, her nylons, thighs, lips and fingers were all taking me to one place. I kissed her harder and deeper than in a long time as I jerked then throbbed the cum from my balls. Lisa slowed her rubbing but. continued until the wet patch was obvious. Then she knelt and gently licked the damp spot. I was so sensitive I could feel her tongue though my trousers and pants. Incredibly, I was still really hard.

Lisa gave me two options, continue chatting or, take her to bed for sex. We settled on both, in that order.