Knee Socks

On one of our play dates, we'd booked ourselves into a fantastic art deco guest house. During our afternoon play, she'd pulled on a pair of chunky knit white over the knee socks. Instantly I'm like schwiiiiing! So I asked her to wear these out for dinner, pulled up, these socks are more like stockings in length. She wore a maxi dress, oriental in style, it's her go to fuck me dress, but it's slit up each side.
There we are in this strange little restaurant, we're on a higher level than the main part of the dining area, she's wearing this fine, almost silk dress, these sexy stocking, and a pair of chucks. I was buzzing, feeling so horny, I kept resting my hand on her thigh, enjoying teasing her through the silky dress material, not being indecent just massaging her thigh. She was very aroused, I could tell by the way she moved her thighs.
Anyway, first course came out, I'm looking round, I'm an avid people watcher, I caught this woman nudging her husband and subtly getting him to look our way, he takes a peek, looks at my wife, then notices me looking. They both look away in embarrassment, I ran my finger up her thigh between us, when she'd sat, her dress rode up, and the tops of those socks were clearly visible, I thought I was going to blow there and then.
Few years ago now, we were both early 50s, but clearly this younger couple found her and her atire attractive, the whole situation was just so horny.
We ended up on the promenade by the sea, lovely warm evening, making out like teenagers.
Fond memory.
 
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