Trade Fair

A busy Trade Fair open to the public, over a 1000 exhibitors and thousands of visitors. Quite a lean start but around lunchtime I spotted a lad and his girlfriend strolling up one of the aisles. They were quite friendly and tactile with each other and I knew this was the one.

She was around 5’6 and medium build; she had shoulder length curly hair and wore a white top under a faded denim jacket. Lower down she wore a darker denim skirt with a split up the back, flesh coloured pantyhose and black sling back office shoes with a thick chunky heel.

The split in her skirt went quite high up towards her ass. Upon closer inspection several stitches were ripped and pulled out, obviously under strain, thus extending the split allowing a generous view of her shapely panty hosed legs.

I followed them for 5-6 minutes, holding back when they stopped at stalls. From time to time he would pat her ass or squeeze her thigh. I followed them into a gothic jewellery stand where she stood against the counter checking chain lengths. Whilst she was trying to clasp the two ends together of a chain around her neck I watched him slip his hand in the split and feel her pantyhose. She jumped initially but recovered quickly. I watched as he did this several times and moved in behind them.

The little stall was cramped and getting close was easy. I stood behind her slightly to her left. Her boyfriend was on the right. I waited until his hands were free of her and slipped my right hand into the split of her skirt. Almost immediately I found her pantyhose with my fingers and I ran my fingers over the backs of her upper thighs. Sensing her boyfriend’s hands returning I withdrew my fingers.

I alternated with him several times before they left the stall. He had bought and paid for some necklace and she was very pleased with him. I guessed she would allow some more public fondling.

I continued to follow at a distance knowing that neither of them was in any way suspicious of me. Soon enough they stopped again this time looking at comic art. They kissed each other several times and her hands were on him, then his hands on her. Standing by the side of her he put his arm round her waist and lifted her up on his hip. Her skirt rode up exposing cute chubby knees. I nipped in the gap alongside her and waited for him to lower her, as he did so they overbalanced slightly and crashed into me. Again I slipped my hand into the split and felt her legs. Before she could look round to apologise I moved away, so she didn’t see my face.

Again they moved on and I followed at a safe distance. Again they stopped, this time to look at dance vinyl records. She stood looking at merchandise on the table; he knelt down by her side flicking thorough boxes under the table. I watched from across the aisle as he stroked her pantyhose legs up and down. She parted her legs slightly to allow him to go further up her skirt.

He moved away from her to her left and concentrated on looking in the record boxes. I took his place quickly before anyone else could get next to her. I gambled that she wouldn’t know he had moved away or look down and that anyone watching would assume I was with her.

I reached out with my right hand and stroked her leg; she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as though enjoying the contact. I moved further up her legs and again she parted her legs slightly, I found her ass cheeks easily with my fingers and then withdrew.

I waited a few seconds, in this time she edged closer to me until her legs were pressed against my upper body. I stroked her legs from her exposed heel to just above her knees. The nylon was soft and so were her legs, both were warm and she was so close I could smell her scent. The crowd were pushing from behind, I couldn’t see her boyfriend and she was showing no sign of moving.

My eyes were on her legs and feet; I was so close I could see her painted toes through the reinforced nylon. Obviously straining forward to reach something on the table her heels popped out of her shoes revealing wrinkled soles and dusty nylon.

I cupped her heel with my hand and she wriggled it in my palm before pressing it down firmly on her shoe and holding it there for a second or two before releasing it. When she did I continued my exploration of her legs.

I then decided to stand up and see what happened next. Her boyfriend was still scrabbling about under the table some 5 metres away and I guessed out of her vision. I stood directly behind her and pressed into her ass. The crowd was deep, hot and tight, with people three and four deep at the table.

She leaned forward slightly and I pressed my hard cock against her denim-covered ass. I know she felt it because she pressed back against it. I slipped my hand in the split and felt up her skirt once more. I was really pressed in against her now and I could feel the heat from her body against mine. I was sweating heavily.

I eased back slightly and pulled down my zipper, I slipped my hand in my trousers and freed my cock, which was now straining to be released. Edging forward I eased it towards the split in her skirt which was just at the right height. I dipped forward slightly to ease it under the material.

I was starting to shake with nerves and excitement. I felt the tip of my cock against her hot pantyhose and pushed forward slightly – she was game and parted her legs for me until my cock was between her pantyhose thighs. I started to move backwards and forwards quite gently at first but then firmer. I put my hands on her hips to steady us. At one point she held my hand and dug her nails in. I kept humping at her until I began to shake. She had closed her legs tight now and her thighs were squeezing my cock.

I flooded my cum into her pantyhose between her thighs until my cock was limp. I tucked it away squeezed her ass up her skirt as a thank you and moved away.

Several minutes later her boyfriend appeared by her side clutching two records and beaming from ear to ear. He looked somewhat confused by her knowing smile, she looked confused at his appearing from the side with two records.

On the way back to the train, I noticed them in front of me walking towards the station. She was still wearing her pantyhose. I caught up with them and said “great show” as I passed them.

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