Norma 6 - Special Delivery

A few weeks after the party I will never forget, Norma called. “Could I borrow your card table and chairs?

I replied that she could and she asked “Could you bring them over for me?”

I told her I would bring them over in a few minutes. I thought about my last experience with her when I came with her sitting on my lap. I had relived it countless times since that memorable evening.

I walked the table down the three doors to her house on my first trip. When I got to the front door, I rang the bell. A few moments later Norma opened the door. I gasped when the door opened. She was wearing a skirt with nylons!

She smiled and led me down to the lower level. My eyes were riveted on her legs. She was wearing tan stockings just like the pair she wore the day I climaxed with her sitting on my lap. I could feel the heat in my face as she told me where to put the table. “If you would, honey, can you just come in and set the chairs up yourself?”

I nodded and followed her back up the stairs. With each step, her reinforced heel popped out from the back of her shoe. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I was completely aroused.

I returned with two of the four chairs. As she instructed, I opened the front door and walked in carrying the chairs. Norma was on the phone in the kitchen, I glanced under the table. Her legs were crossed and the reinforced heel of her nylons was visible. My face had to be as red as a beet!

As I walked down the stairs, I noticed a basket full of laundry next to the washer in the laundry room. Norma was talking on the phone so after setting up the chairs, I quickly walked over. In the basket was a pair of Norma’s nylon stockings. I grabbed one of her stockings and quickly stuffed it down my pants.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I looked under the table. Norma’s feet were resting on top of her shoes with her reinforced nylon heels and toes in plain sight. I could not take my eyes off them as I slowly walked by. Norma noticed what I was looking at. I wondered if she knew how aroused I was. The bulge in my shorts caused by her stocking next to my erection was plainly visible.

When I got home, I quickly pulled off my shorts and underwear and only put my shorts back on. I slid her stocking over my erection. It felt so sexy sliding over it, I almost came that second. With all the stamina I could muster, I held back the orgasmic flood of sperm that was ready to explode into her sexy stocking.

As I walked up her driveway, the sexual intensity I felt was overpowering. I paused at the top of her stairs and took a deep breath. I lowered my zipper and opened the door. I paused for a moment, looking down at her nylon covering my raging erection. I pulled the zipper apart so that I was sure she could see the reinforced toe of her stocking covering the head of my erection if she happened to look.

I carried the two chairs to my right so that she would have an unobstructed view as I walked by. My heart was racing as I entered the kitchen. Norma was still on the phone as she smiled at me. Not once did she look at what I displayed for her.

I lost any control I had left. After setting up the chairs, I stroked my nylon-covered erection with reckless abandon. A bolt of electricity coursed through my spine as I slid her nylon up and down. Within just a few moments, my overwhelming sexual climax began. I held my breath as the juices of my lust for Norma began to erupt. I exploded with a force so strong that my sperm shot through the reinforced toe of her nylon and onto the floor. I closed my eyes as I pumped everything I had into her nylon. I walked back over to the laundry basket as I heard Norma say good-bye and hang up the phone. I pulled her sperm-filled nylon off my still hard cock and dropped it into the laundry basket.

I looked over at the stairs. Her reinforced heels and toes were the first thing I saw. Slowly she descended the stairs as I walked towards her. I tried to pull up my zipper before Norma could see me but my erection would not cooperate. My penis was still erect, pulsating and I could feel sperm running down the shaft. My erection was out in the open and I was terrified.

As she approached me, she smiled. Would she look down and see my sperm covered erection? I could feel my orgasm still pulsating through me. Would she step in the semen I had sprayed across the floor?

“Thanks for bringing this over. You are always so helpful!” She said.

“OK.” I said. “Call me when you want me to come and get them.” I turned and ran up the stairs with my manhood still out. As I reached the top of the stairs, I pulled up my zipper and left.

I waited for the phone to ring for the next several hours with Norma telling my parents about what I had done but no call ever came. After a few days, I felt she would have called when she discovered what I had done by now. Maybe she knew but was keeping our little secret from before.

In any event, I was always thinking about her and the orgasms I had in her house. If she had looked, she could have seen my erection. I wanted her to see it.

If she did her laundry that day, she would discover the foot of her stocking saturated with my semen. If she did laundry the next day, it would have hardened to a white crust. I kept wondering. Maybe she knew I had masturbated with her stocking. She saw me doing it in her laundry room a long time ago. She had to remember that. I will never forget it. If she did know it was me, what was her reaction? Maybe she was afraid of what I might do. Maybe she wanted to leave our special secret from years ago as a distant memory of me growing up and the sex game she played with me.

Maybe it was just the opposite. Maybe she thought to herself that she finally had me where she wanted me. Maybe all this tempting of me over the years was on purpose. Maybe after all the years she played this teasing sexual game with me that she finally realized I was what she always desired. Maybe now she was as turned on by me as I was by her. Maybe after all of these years, I finally lit that sexual fire inside of her for me.

The more I thought about her, the stronger my desire for Norma grew. I began to awaken in the middle of the night completely aroused after dreaming about Norma in a sexual way. I masturbated while thinking about Norma nearly every day. Many days more than once. I was obsessed with her. I had to tell her the affect she had on me and when she wore those sexy sheer nylon stockings had given me countless orgasms over nearly my entire life.

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