A Rare Moment of Solitude

Pete flopped down onto the window seat, stretching out onto his back in the sunlight. His skin was still warm and damp from his shower, and his cock stood up like a sunflower seeking sunshine. He rubbed his hands over his smooth hairless skin, relishing the feeling of his hands gliding over the soft surface. Sandra was out shopping, providing Pete with a rare moment of solitude. He felt so wrong for doing it, but he wanted it badly. Like an addict, he needed his fix and he could only get it when his wife was out of the house. He could never bring himself to tell her, afraid that she would laugh at him, or worse.

The process was always the same each time, and he enjoyed the ritual as much as the pleasure. He took a long shower, shaving every bit of hair on his torso and groin, even the fuzz that covered his ass cheeks. He shaved his legs too, the thick dark hair would get caught up in the shower drain and he would have to clean it up so that Sandra wouldn’t see. He used his wife’s body wash, the scent of lavender mixed with the rising steam and put him in the right mindset. Afterwards, he rubbed his skin with coconut oil to soften it, taking his time as he circled and massaged his muscles. He rubbed it into the skin of his cock, feeling it harden in his cupped hand as he slowly pumped up and down. All of his nerves were electrified as he lovingly caressed his own body.

Pete sighed contentedly and trailed his fingertips over his smooth chest, circling his nipples and pinching them. He arched his back into the pain and felt his cock harden. He couldn’t wait any longer, so he reached over and grabbed the stockings. He ordered them from a high-end lingerie store and hid them in a box in the garage where Sandra would never find them. The black thigh highs with a back seam that ran up his leg, accentuating the shape of his leg, made him feel sexy. Pete slowly rolled one stocking up his leg, the soft fabric stretching over his knee, hugging his thighs, tickling his skin deliciously. He loved rubbing his hands over the nylon, a second skin that felt alien under his palms. He stretched his leg upwards, admiring it in the sunlight, the silken material sparkled as his leg swayed in the air above him. He pointed his toe, then flexed and pointed again, and his cock pulsed and jerked. He loved to delay, riding the edge for as long as he could before taking his slick cock in hand and stroking it to explosion.

This time, he took the other stocking and wrapped it around his cock. He rubbed the silky fabric over the tip and shuddered. He wouldn’t last much longer. He picked up the pace, pushing his hips up into the stockings, fucking himself with them. If Sandra ever saw him like this, he couldn’t imagine what she would think. The thought of her shocked face pushed him over the edge, and Pete filled the stockings with spurts of his come. He would have to throw them out and order a new set. He couldn’t risk putting them in the laundry for Sandra to find.

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Sandra decided to go to just one more store. She knew that Pete was enjoying his special ritual today. She noticed the pattern many years ago, the shaved legs, the faint scent of lavender and coconut oil that clung to his skin. She found the stockings in a box in the garage and thought the worst at first. She thought that maybe he was having and affair, until she came home from shopping early one day and found him in the bedroom, wearing the stockings and jerking his cock. She stood there for a moment watching him, so blissful and  joyful in his solitary dance. She backed out of the room and went quietly to sit in the car for another half hour. She still hadn’t worked up the courage to tell him that she knew, that she didn’t mind. She liked that he had a passion for something.