a tale of ruined black opaques

[opaqueph2000]

I have decided to try and write this story in a third person perspective for a change, and though it i nowhere near finished, i thought i should post what i have written so far, seen as i have not posted in such a long time. I just hope you enjoy it and are patient as i try to finish it.

?H? arrived home from work just before half four. She parked the car up on the driveway, then got out, stepping onto the concrete driveway in her thick black tights. She had taken her shoes off as soon as she had got in her car at work, and as usual, driven home in her nyloned feet. As well as her tights, which were 70 denier, and very shiny, H was wearing a short black skirt and light coloured blouse, her usual work attire. She walked into the house, leaving her shoes in the car, and was greeted by Tom and Milo (the dog).

Once in the house H sat down on the settee, whilst Tom made her a drink, which he then brought through to the front room. Tom then sat down next to H, who straight away lifted her feet up, and placed them on Tom?s lap. Tom put his hands on H?s jet black feet, and rubbed them over the wrinkled nylon. He noticed how worn H?s tights were, as the nylon was quite stretched and loose over her feet, and the backs of her heels were quite roughed up, where they had been rubbing on her shoes. He also found that there was a small hole in her tights, about 1cm across, right under her left heel, with a small ladder coming up round the back of her heel, and under her foot towards her toes. Tom loved how warm H?s feet were, and lifted them up to his face so he could run his nose along her wrinkled soles, smelling the faint aroma of sweat.

Tom continued this gentle foot play whilst they finished their drinks, then H suggested they take Milo for a walk as it was a nice sunny evening. Tom thought this a good idea, so H got up and went upto the bedroom to get changed. She slipped off her skirt, letting it slide to the floor, and then removed her blouse, leaving her in just her tights and bra. H then looked for her favourite short denim skirt, and after a couple of minutes of looking, realised that it was still in the tumble dryer, so in just her underwear she headed back downstairs. Tom was already in the kitchen, and watched as H knelt down at the tumble dryer, admiring her nylon covered legs and feet. H got her skirt and a sweat top out of the dryer and slipped them on. She loved this skirt, it was a light coloured denim and quite short, just coming down to her upper thighs, and went really well with her black tights, showing off her long shapely legs to their full potential.

Once she was dressed, H slipped on her trainers, with the laces tucked inside, leaving them nice and loose on her feet. She then asked Tom what he was wearing on his feet, as he already had his trainers on, and he gave a cheeky little smile as he pulled up his trouser leg slightly, revealing his ankle covered in jet black nylon, and H knew instantly, that once again, Tom was wearing a pair of her tights. This did not bother H, in fact it pleased her, as she knew just how much it turned him on, plus she enjoyed the feel of his nyloned legs when they were wrapped around hers. They then put on their coats, put the dog on its lead, and set off.

They walked the hundred yards or so up their street, then crossed the road and got onto the footpath that led towards the river. The first part of the path was down the edge of a field, and the top of it was quite muddy, as the farmer had been in and out of it in his tractor, churning it all up, and leaving deep tyre ruts that had filled with water with the recent rains. As soon as they stepped onto the mud, H could feel it pulling at her trainers, and tempted as she was to lose her shoes, she refrained for the time being, and ensured they stayed on her feet. This did not mean that H was not going to get her feet wet though, and after only about half a dozen steps into the field, and whilst holding Tom?s hand, she casually walked right through a puddle in one of the tyre tracks, watching as one at a time, her trainers disappeared beneath the surface of the muddy water. She looked at Tom, who was looking down at her feet, and very sarcastically said how careless she was, getting her feet wet already. H loved the feeling as she felt the water fill her shoes and soak straight through her thick tights, and she wriggled her toes as they carried on walking, listening to her trainers squelching loudly.

Tom appeared quite put out by the fact that H had got wet feet and he hadn?t, so just a couple of yards further on, after stopping to let Milo off the lead, he aimed towards a larger puddle, and not being one to miss an opportunity, H joined him as he walked right into the ankle deep water, their shoes vanishing below the surface. They stopped in the middle of the puddle, and looked down at their feet, admiring the way H?s smooth black ankles disappeared into the water, and Tom lifted his jeans up slightly, the bottoms of which were now soaked, and looked at his own thick wet nylon covered ankles.

Tom and H then carried on walking, splashing their way out of the puddle, and H could feel the water soaking through her tights up the front of her shins as she kicked through the water. The rest of the field was not that muddy, and they walked on, hand in hand, shoes squelching loudly, both of them enjoying the feeling of their waterlogged feet. Once they reached the bottom of the first field, they came across a little wooden foot bridge over what is generally a small stream with just a trickle of water running down it, though on this occasion, obviously due to the amount of rain recently, and the high level of the river, the stream was right up to the bottom of the bridge, literally touching the underside of it. This, H thought, was to good an opportunity to miss, as now she had wet feet, she was feeling quite naughty. She stopped on the bridge, causing Tom to stop also as it was only wide enough for one person, and as he stood there, about to ask what she was doing, H grabbed a hold of the rail, and lifted up her right leg, and extended it through the bottom rails. She then slowly lowered her foot down, till the sole of her shoe was just touching the surface of the water to start with, then slowly lowered it into the water, watching as it came over the sides of her shoe, once again saturating her already wet foot. H didn?t stop lowering her foot till the water was about halfway up her nylon encased calf, at which point she held her foot still, enjoying the feel of the water against her leg. She then slowly lifted her leg back up, and the dark line of where her tights were wet upto was clearly visible in the shiny black fabric.

After letting the water drip from her shoe for a few seconds, H stood back up properly, and put the toe of her left trainer against the heel of her right, and slipped her right foot completely out.

[Robby Boy]

Nice work opaquePH. Great to hear from you again. I would really love to read what happens next.

Don't keep us in suspense for too long.

[opaqueph2000]

Thanks for your comments Robby Boy, here is the rest of the story, i hope you enjoy it.

She rested it on the middle rail of the bridge for a few seconds, watching the water pouring from the foot of her thick tights, and then rubbed her hands over the soggy material. Once H had finished playing with her foot, she put it down on the bridge, right in the dirty puddle of water that had poured from her wet shoe. Tom looked down at H?s black nyloned foot in the small puddle, and told her how good it looked as she stood there wiggling her toes in the water. She then slipped her left foot out of its shoe and rested it on the rail, and saw that the small ladder coming round the back of her heel had grown, and was now upto her ankle. When she saw this, she turned her foot round so that she could see her wrinkled sole, and saw that the ladder had also travelled under her foot, and was now down to the reinforced band around her toes. H then put her foot back on the rail, and grabbed hold of her tights just behind her left knee and pulled at it quite hard, and watched the ladder grow up the back of her leg till it was halfway up her calf. As she was doing this, H was talking to Tom about all sorts, carrying on as if what she was doing was perfectly normal, which for her it was, and tom was more than happy watching, as he stood with his hand in his pocket, rubbing himself. Once H had finished playing with the ladder in her tights, she stuck her shoeless left foot through the gap in the rails, and gently dipped just her toes into the stream, she then lifted her foot up again to watch the water drip out of the nylon, and then slowly sunk her whole foot into the water. She crouched down as far as she could, to get her leg as wet as possible, and when she could crouch no further, she went down onto her right knee, placing it right in the puddle on the bridge, feeling it soak straight through her tights, and managed to get her left leg into the stream right up over her knee. She then brought her leg back out of the water and onto the bridge, and as she stood upright, with the water pouring out of her tights, the wet nylon around her left knee wrinkled up as her leg straightened.

Both tom and H had a good look at H?s saturated legs and feet, then tom suggested that they should continue their walk. H agreed, and after giving the bottoms of her feet a quick wipe with her hand, she slipped them back into her soggy trainers, leaving the laces undone, and hanging loosely outside her shoes, and they both carried on into the next field. The next field was quite muddy compared to the first one, and the path went diagonally right across the middle of it. They could both feel the mud pulling at their trainers, and with every step H?s nylon heels were visible as they slipped in and out of her shoes, and Tom had purposely stayed behind H so he had the perfect view of her legs and feet. About three quarters of the way across the field was another puddle across the path, and without even altering her stride H walked straight into it, her right foot disappearing below the muddy water and sending it splashing across her left ankle. The mud in this puddle was softer than H had anticipated though, and as she took her next step her right trainer stuck, while her nyloned foot carried on shoeless, straight into the soft mud. H could feel the mud penetrate her tights as her foot slid through it, her toes digging in so that the mud came over the tops of them. H started laughing as she felt the mud ooze through her tights and in between her toes and both her and Tom looked down at her foot as she stood in the mud. They then looked back at her abandoned trainer which was still in the puddle, and was now full to the brim with dirty brown water. H then let out a sarcastic ?oh dear? as she turned round, twisting her nyloned foot in the mud, before stepping back to her shoe. She stepped back into the puddle with her shoeless foot, watching as it disappeared in the water, and then, instead of just bending down to retrieve her shoe, she knelt down next to it, placing her left knee down beside her shoe, and felt the cold water soak straight through her tights as her knee sank into the soft mud. H then picked up her lost shoe and poured the water out of it as she stood back up, and looked down at her left leg to watch the muddy water pouring down the front of her left leg from her knee down. She then walked a few paces out of the puddle, purposefully sliding her shoeless right foot through the mud with each step, and then dropped her right shoe down in front of her. With her shoe now on the ground, H lifted up her right foot, which was now totally brown, and had lumps of mud hanging off her toes, and proceeded to wipe her filthy sole and toes against the inside of her left calf to get the worst of the mud off her foot, leaving a big thick brown mark on her already dirty tights, and then slipped her foot back into her trainer.

After a quick inspection of her filthy tights, which were now very wrinkled around the ankles, they carried on walking across the field, with H?s right foot sliding around against the smooth mud inside her shoe. By the time they reached the end of the field, and got to the style in the fence, H?s trainers were looser than ever due to not being laced up, and her heels were sliding fully out of them with every step that she took. They crossed the style, and then headed towards the river, H deciding that rather than sticking to the track, they would walk down near the river. The whole area along the river was all grass, and down near the river was quite sodden, with the mud and water coming up over the fronts of their trainers with just about every step, keeping their feet saturated, and splashing up around their ankles, and H was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her shoes on her feet. After a couple of minutes walking, they came upto an area that was totally flooded, and which stretched for about forty or fifty feet. They could have easily walked around it, but keeping hold of tom?s hand, H stepped right into it, taking Tom with her. Their first step into it was enough to totally cover their shoes, and after a few more steps, when the water was halfway to their knees, they stopped and looked down at their feet beneath the water. H then lifted her left foot clear of the water and they both watched as the water poured from her shoe. She then put the heel of her shoe against her right leg and slid her foot up, causing her heel to come out of her loose trainer. Once her nyloned heel was exposed, H slowly wiggled her foot about, with her trainer hanging off her toes, just touching the surface of the water. She then lifted her leg slightly and pointed her toes down, and watched as her trainer slid off her foot into the water. They both looked down at H?s wrinkly black foot, with the ladder coming up round her heel, as she teased the surface of the water with her thick nylon clad toes.

After a short while, H slowly lowered her foot into the water, until she could feel the mud ooze through the foot of her tights. She then slipped off her right trainer in the puddle and watched as her trainer bobbed up to the surface, leaving her stood in just her tights in the soft mud. H then stepped upto Tom and gave him a quick kiss and rubbed his erect penis through his jeans, before whispering to him to take his trainers off. She looked down and watched as he slipped them off beneath the surface of the puddle, allowing them to float up to the surface. Tom then put his arms around H, his hands grabbing her behind, and he pulled her into him, and as they kissed, his hands went up H?s short skirt and groped her nylon covered backside. As they kissed, H moved her feet on top of his, stroking them through the two layers of wet nylon.

H was now really turned on, and after quickly looking round to make sure there was no-one in sight, she slowly lowered herself down onto her knees, feeling the water soak through her tights as she got lower and lower, until her knees sank into the soft mud, and her lower legs were completely submerged behind her. She then undid Tom?s zipper and pulled at his tights through his fly, before biting through them to make a small hole, which she then stuck her fingers through and pulled apart, creating a hole large enough to pull his manhood through. H wrapped her right hand around his length and gently teased and sucked on it, as her left hand found its way up her skirt, which was just touching the water, and after a bit of teasing, she managed to push a finger through the crotch of her tights, right on the thick seam, and up into her wet pussy. She teased herself and Tom for a minute or so, making sure she didn?t make him cum, and as she did so, she lowered herself down slightly, until she could feel the water soak into the crotch of her tights.

When H decided that it was enough, she stood up, leaving Tom to squeeze his erect penis back inside his jeans and tights, as she watched the water pour down her saturated legs, and then noticed that she had got the bottom of her skirt soaked as well. Once Tom had sorted himself out they both picked up their shoes and continued splashing their way through the water, which got gradually deeper towards the middle, until it was right up to their knees. The feeling of the soft mud beneath their nyloned feet, plus the water against their legs kept them both feeling incredibly horny, and as they walked, Tom?s hand went up H?s skirt and he managed to get a finger through the hole in the wet crotch of her tights, teasing her pussy, as H rubbed him through his jeans.

Once out of the puddle, H led Tom down towards the river, splashing through the wet mud in their nyloned feet, which were now just a dirty brown colour. A few feet short of the river itself, they dropped their shoes onto the bank, and Tom bent down to roll his wet trouser legs up slightly as he watched H jump down the three foot drop to the soft sandy mud beach right at the rivers edge. As she landed, her feet sank a few inches into the mud, and as stepped forward towards the waters edge she could feel it pulling at her tights. Without even waiting for Tom to join her, H carried on right to the water, and as she stood right at the waters edge, with it just lapping at her toes, she could feel her feet slowly sinking in the mud. H looked down at her feet, and watched as water filled the now ankle deep holes her feet were creating, and she wriggled her toes, digging them into the soft mud, so she could feel it ooze through her thick tights. She then looked round just in time to see Tom, with his jeans rolled up to his calves, jump down onto the beach in his wet nyloned feet, closely followed by Milo. Tom walked the few paces upto H, looking down at her ankles disappearing into mud, whilst enjoying the feeling of the mud soaking through his own tights, and watched as H, pulled her left foot up out of the mud. H?s foot was dripping with water, and the once black nylon was now a dirty brown colour right up to her ankle, with thick mud stuck to her toes. H then lowered her foot back onto the mud, with her toes just in the river, and then curled her toes up and dragged them backwards through the mud, before putting the sole of her foot against the side of her right calf, and rubbing it up and down the side of her nyloned leg, staining it brown, and leaving mud hanging off her tights.

By this time, Tom was up next to H, so she lifted up her left foot behind her, grabbing it with her left hand, and they both looked at the state of the very wrinkled brown nylon, and the ladder in the foot of her tights was only just visible through the mud. H then started to loose her balance, from being stood on one leg, so she put her left leg back down, stretching it forward as she did so, so that her foot went down about a foot into the river, splashing into the water, and as soon as it hit the bottom, she felt her foot sink quickly into the soft mud. By time her foot had stopped sinking, the water was just about up to her knee, and her foot was submerged in mud upto her calf. H then pulled her right foot out of the mud, and brought it past her left, with her foot dragging in the water, and placed it down just in front of her left foot, being careful to not lose her balance, as she felt her foot sink into the mud, and which didn?t stop sinking until the water was right up to the top of her knee. H then lifted her left foot up, struggling against the sticky mud that was pulling on her thick tights, and started slowly walking down the edge of the river for a few metres, and with each step she could feel her tights working their way down her lower legs as the mud pulled at them. When H had decided she had walked far enough, she turned round and headed back towards Tom, who was still stood at the waters edge, up to his ankles in the mud, but instead of heading straight to him, H started heading slightly further out into the river, feeling the water come further up her legs with each slow step through the mud, and by the time she was level with Tom, the water was touching the bottom of her skirt. H turned and faced Tom, and smiled, as she lifted up the front of her skirt, revealing the torn nylon covering her crotch, and then slowly lowered herself down until the water was over her pussy. She then stood back up and let go of her wet skirt and stepped forwards, revealing more and more of the shiny wet nylon covering her legs with each step, until her knees were visible, and then the shiny nylon became a dirty brown colour with several wrinkles right up her ankles from where the thick mud had been pulling at her tights. When H finally stepped out of the water, they saw that her tights were very loose and wrinkled right down her feet, and were actually hanging off the ends of her toes.

After admiring H?s tights for a minute, as she stood with the water pouring out of her tights and pooling around her feet in the mud, they sat up on the bank, swinging their legs over the edge and watching the water dripping from their feet. As they were sat there, Tom put his hand on H?s right knee, and after rubbing the thick wet nylon for a minute, he pulled at it and poked his finger straight through, creating a hole that instantly laddered right up H?s thigh, and halfway down her shin. Tom then pulled at the hole more, until it was about three inches wide, right over H?s knee. After a couple more minutes, they stood up and H adjusted her tights a bit, pulling them back over her feet properly, but leaving all the wrinkles around her ankles. They then picked up their soggy trainers, and walked back through the soggy mud to the large flooded area, which they both walked straight into, and once in the middle of it, where it was up to their knees, H bent down and started rubbing the water into her tights, especially from her knees down, to try and get the worst of the mud off them. A minute or so later, when her tights at least looked sort of black again, they continued through the water and headed towards the track back towards the style. Once at the style, Tom was just about to climb over when he observed a couple of people at the far end of the field, heading towards them, so one at a time, he rolled his trouser legs down and slipped his muddy nyloned feet back into his soggy trainers. He then noticed H sit down on the style, with her right knee totally exposed through the large hole in her tights, and go to put her trainers on, and with a cheeky grin on his face, dared her to carry on shoeless across the muddy field. H wasn?t sure at first, as what would the couple think that were headed their way, but after a bit of gentle persuasion from Tom, she agreed.

They then crossed the style, with H jumping back down into the muddy field in her nyloned feet, with her shoes in her hand, and they headed along the path, splashing straight through any puddles that were in the way, and with each step H?s shoeless feet slid on the mud, which was sticking in lumps to her tights. As they got closer to the other couple, H was feeling really nervous, but quite excited and turned on at the thought of what the couple will think, or even say, and when they were close enough, they could see the couple, who were quite old, look at H?s trainers in her hand, and then down at her mud splattered legs and brown shoeless feet. They both just smiled at the couple, and said hello as they passed, and a few seconds later they looked behind them to see the old couple still looking back at H?s feet. They both giggled to each other like a couple of school kids, chuffed with how brave they had been, and trying to imagine what the couple must be thinking. When they got to the end of the field they crossed straight over the bridge and carried on up the next field towards the road, both of them wanting to get home now, and when they reached the road, there was no-one about, so H decided she had come this far, she might as well go the hole hog and finish the walk shoeless. They crossed the road, H leaving perfect wet footprints behind her, and the tarmac road felt good and smooth under her feet, though occasionally she could feel it snagging at her tights. They made it home without meeting anyone else, and as soon as they got in the house, H dropped her trainers down, and once Tom had slipped his trainers off, H undid his belt and jeans and slipped them down his legs. He stepped out of his jeans, and stood there in his wet dirty tights as H put her arms around him and they kissed as they stroked each others nylon covered backsides, before making their way upstairs to the shower, losing their clothes on the way, so that by time they were in the shower, they were both wearing just their tights.

[opaqueph2000]

Thanks for your comments Robby Boy, here is the rest of the story, i hope you enjoy it.

She rested it on the middle rail of the bridge for a few seconds, watching the water pouring from the foot of her thick tights, and then rubbed her hands over the soggy material. Once H had finished playing with her foot, she put it down on the bridge, right in the dirty puddle of water that had poured from her wet shoe. Tom looked down at H?s black nyloned foot in the small puddle, and told her how good it looked as she stood there wiggling her toes in the water. She then slipped her left foot out of its shoe and rested it on the rail, and saw that the small ladder coming round the back of her heel had grown, and was now upto her ankle. When she saw this, she turned her foot round so that she could see her wrinkled sole, and saw that the ladder had also travelled under her foot, and was now down to the reinforced band around her toes. H then put her foot back on the rail, and grabbed hold of her tights just behind her left knee and pulled at it quite hard, and watched the ladder grow up the back of her leg till it was halfway up her calf. As she was doing this, H was talking to Tom about all sorts, carrying on as if what she was doing was perfectly normal, which for her it was, and tom was more than happy watching, as he stood with his hand in his pocket, rubbing himself. Once H had finished playing with the ladder in her tights, she stuck her shoeless left foot through the gap in the rails, and gently dipped just her toes into the stream, she then lifted her foot up again to watch the water drip out of the nylon, and then slowly sunk her whole foot into the water. She crouched down as far as she could, to get her leg as wet as possible, and when she could crouch no further, she went down onto her right knee, placing it right in the puddle on the bridge, feeling it soak straight through her tights, and managed to get her left leg into the stream right up over her knee. She then brought her leg back out of the water and onto the bridge, and as she stood upright, with the water pouring out of her tights, the wet nylon around her left knee wrinkled up as her leg straightened.

Both tom and H had a good look at H?s saturated legs and feet, then tom suggested that they should continue their walk. H agreed, and after giving the bottoms of her feet a quick wipe with her hand, she slipped them back into her soggy trainers, leaving the laces undone, and hanging loosely outside her shoes, and they both carried on into the next field. The next field was quite muddy compared to the first one, and the path went diagonally right across the middle of it. They could both feel the mud pulling at their trainers, and with every step H?s nylon heels were visible as they slipped in and out of her shoes, and Tom had purposely stayed behind H so he had the perfect view of her legs and feet. About three quarters of the way across the field was another puddle across the path, and without even altering her stride H walked straight into it, her right foot disappearing below the muddy water and sending it splashing across her left ankle. The mud in this puddle was softer than H had anticipated though, and as she took her next step her right trainer stuck, while her nyloned foot carried on shoeless, straight into the soft mud. H could feel the mud penetrate her tights as her foot slid through it, her toes digging in so that the mud came over the tops of them. H started laughing as she felt the mud ooze through her tights and in between her toes and both her and Tom looked down at her foot as she stood in the mud. They then looked back at her abandoned trainer which was still in the puddle, and was now full to the brim with dirty brown water. H then let out a sarcastic ?oh dear? as she turned round, twisting her nyloned foot in the mud, before stepping back to her shoe. She stepped back into the puddle with her shoeless foot, watching as it disappeared in the water, and then, instead of just bending down to retrieve her shoe, she knelt down next to it, placing her left knee down beside her shoe, and felt the cold water soak straight through her tights as her knee sank into the soft mud. H then picked up her lost shoe and poured the water out of it as she stood back up, and looked down at her left leg to watch the muddy water pouring down the front of her left leg from her knee down. She then walked a few paces out of the puddle, purposefully sliding her shoeless right foot through the mud with each step, and then dropped her right shoe down in front of her. With her shoe now on the ground, H lifted up her right foot, which was now totally brown, and had lumps of mud hanging off her toes, and proceeded to wipe her filthy sole and toes against the inside of her left calf to get the worst of the mud off her foot, leaving a big thick brown mark on her already dirty tights, and then slipped her foot back into her trainer.

After a quick inspection of her filthy tights, which were now very wrinkled around the ankles, they carried on walking across the field, with H?s right foot sliding around against the smooth mud inside her shoe. By the time they reached the end of the field, and got to the style in the fence, H?s trainers were looser than ever due to not being laced up, and her heels were sliding fully out of them with every step that she took. They crossed the style, and then headed towards the river, H deciding that rather than sticking to the track, they would walk down near the river. The whole area along the river was all grass, and down near the river was quite sodden, with the mud and water coming up over the fronts of their trainers with just about every step, keeping their feet saturated, and splashing up around their ankles, and H was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her shoes on her feet. After a couple of minutes walking, they came upto an area that was totally flooded, and which stretched for about forty or fifty feet. They could have easily walked around it, but keeping hold of tom?s hand, H stepped right into it, taking Tom with her. Their first step into it was enough to totally cover their shoes, and after a few more steps, when the water was halfway to their knees, they stopped and looked down at their feet beneath the water. H then lifted her left foot clear of the water and they both watched as the water poured from her shoe. She then put the heel of her shoe against her right leg and slid her foot up, causing her heel to come out of her loose trainer. Once her nyloned heel was exposed, H slowly wiggled her foot about, with her trainer hanging off her toes, just touching the surface of the water. She then lifted her leg slightly and pointed her toes down, and watched as her trainer slid off her foot into the water. They both looked down at H?s wrinkly black foot, with the ladder coming up round her heel, as she teased the surface of the water with her thick nylon clad toes.

After a short while, H slowly lowered her foot into the water, until she could feel the mud ooze through the foot of her tights. She then slipped off her right trainer in the puddle and watched as her trainer bobbed up to the surface, leaving her stood in just her tights in the soft mud. H then stepped upto Tom and gave him a quick kiss and rubbed his erect penis through his jeans, before whispering to him to take his trainers off. She looked down and watched as he slipped them off beneath the surface of the puddle, allowing them to float up to the surface. Tom then put his arms around H, his hands grabbing her behind, and he pulled her into him, and as they kissed, his hands went up H?s short skirt and groped her nylon covered backside. As they kissed, H moved her feet on top of his, stroking them through the two layers of wet nylon.

H was now really turned on, and after quickly looking round to make sure there was no-one in sight, she slowly lowered herself down onto her knees, feeling the water soak through her tights as she got lower and lower, until her knees sank into the soft mud, and her lower legs were completely submerged behind her. She then undid Tom?s zipper and pulled at his tights through his fly, before biting through them to make a small hole, which she then stuck her fingers through and pulled apart, creating a hole large enough to pull his manhood through. H wrapped her right hand around his length and gently teased and sucked on it, as her left hand found its way up her skirt, which was just touching the water, and after a bit of teasing, she managed to push a finger through the crotch of her tights, right on the thick seam, and up into her wet pussy. She teased herself and Tom for a minute or so, making sure she didn?t make him cum, and as she did so, she lowered herself down slightly, until she could feel the water soak into the crotch of her tights.

When H decided that it was enough, she stood up, leaving Tom to squeeze his erect penis back inside his jeans and tights, as she watched the water pour down her saturated legs, and then noticed that she had got the bottom of her skirt soaked as well. Once Tom had sorted himself out they both picked up their shoes and continued splashing their way through the water, which got gradually deeper towards the middle, until it was right up to their knees. The feeling of the soft mud beneath their nyloned feet, plus the water against their legs kept them both feeling incredibly horny, and as they walked, Tom?s hand went up H?s skirt and he managed to get a finger through the hole in the wet crotch of her tights, teasing her pussy, as H rubbed him through his jeans.

Once out of the puddle, H led Tom down towards the river, splashing through the wet mud in their nyloned feet, which were now just a dirty brown colour. A few feet short of the river itself, they dropped their shoes onto the bank, and Tom bent down to roll his wet trouser legs up slightly as he watched H jump down the three foot drop to the soft sandy mud beach right at the rivers edge. As she landed, her feet sank a few inches into the mud, and as stepped forward towards the waters edge she could feel it pulling at her tights. Without even waiting for Tom to join her, H carried on right to the water, and as she stood right at the waters edge, with it just lapping at her toes, she could feel her feet slowly sinking in the mud. H looked down at her feet, and watched as water filled the now ankle deep holes her feet were creating, and she wriggled her toes, digging them into the soft mud, so she could feel it ooze through her thick tights. She then looked round just in time to see Tom, with his jeans rolled up to his calves, jump down onto the beach in his wet nyloned feet, closely followed by Milo. Tom walked the few paces upto H, looking down at her ankles disappearing into mud, whilst enjoying the feeling of the mud soaking through his own tights, and watched as H, pulled her left foot up out of the mud. H?s foot was dripping with water, and the once black nylon was now a dirty brown colour right up to her ankle, with thick mud stuck to her toes. H then lowered her foot back onto the mud, with her toes just in the river, and then curled her toes up and dragged them backwards through the mud, before putting the sole of her foot against the side of her right calf, and rubbing it up and down the side of her nyloned leg, staining it brown, and leaving mud hanging off her tights.

By this time, Tom was up next to H, so she lifted up her left foot behind her, grabbing it with her left hand, and they both looked at the state of the very wrinkled brown nylon, and the ladder in the foot of her tights was only just visible through the mud. H then started to loose her balance, from being stood on one leg, so she put her left leg back down, stretching it forward as she did so, so that her foot went down about a foot into the river, splashing into the water, and as soon as it hit the bottom, she felt her foot sink quickly into the soft mud. By time her foot had stopped sinking, the water was just about up to her knee, and her foot was submerged in mud upto her calf. H then pulled her right foot out of the mud, and brought it past her left, with her foot dragging in the water, and placed it down just in front of her left foot, being careful to not lose her balance, as she felt her foot sink into the mud, and which didn?t stop sinking until the water was right up to the top of her knee. H then lifted her left foot up, struggling against the sticky mud that was pulling on her thick tights, and started slowly walking down the edge of the river for a few metres, and with each step she could feel her tights working their way down her lower legs as the mud pulled at them. When H had decided she had walked far enough, she turned round and headed back towards Tom, who was still stood at the waters edge, up to his ankles in the mud, but instead of heading straight to him, H started heading slightly further out into the river, feeling the water come further up her legs with each slow step through the mud, and by the time she was level with Tom, the water was touching the bottom of her skirt. H turned and faced Tom, and smiled, as she lifted up the front of her skirt, revealing the torn nylon covering her crotch, and then slowly lowered herself down until the water was over her pussy. She then stood back up and let go of her wet skirt and stepped forwards, revealing more and more of the shiny wet nylon covering her legs with each step, until her knees were visible, and then the shiny nylon became a dirty brown colour with several wrinkles right up her ankles from where the thick mud had been pulling at her tights. When H finally stepped out of the water, they saw that her tights were very loose and wrinkled right down her feet, and were actually hanging off the ends of her toes.

After admiring H?s tights for a minute, as she stood with the water pouring out of her tights and pooling around her feet in the mud, they sat up on the bank, swinging their legs over the edge and watching the water dripping from their feet. As they were sat there, Tom put his hand on H?s right knee, and after rubbing the thick wet nylon for a minute, he pulled at it and poked his finger straight through, creating a hole that instantly laddered right up H?s thigh, and halfway down her shin. Tom then pulled at the hole more, until it was about three inches wide, right over H?s knee. After a couple more minutes, they stood up and H adjusted her tights a bit, pulling them back over her feet properly, but leaving all the wrinkles around her ankles. They then picked up their soggy trainers, and walked back through the soggy mud to the large flooded area, which they both walked straight into, and once in the middle of it, where it was up to their knees, H bent down and started rubbing the water into her tights, especially from her knees down, to try and get the worst of the mud off them. A minute or so later, when her tights at least looked sort of black again, they continued through the water and headed towards the track back towards the style. Once at the style, Tom was just about to climb over when he observed a couple of people at the far end of the field, heading towards them, so one at a time, he rolled his trouser legs down and slipped his muddy nyloned feet back into his soggy trainers. He then noticed H sit down on the style, with her right knee totally exposed through the large hole in her tights, and go to put her trainers on, and with a cheeky grin on his face, dared her to carry on shoeless across the muddy field. H wasn?t sure at first, as what would the couple think that were headed their way, but after a bit of gentle persuasion from Tom, she agreed.

They then crossed the style, with H jumping back down into the muddy field in her nyloned feet, with her shoes in her hand, and they headed along the path, splashing straight through any puddles that were in the way, and with each step H?s shoeless feet slid on the mud, which was sticking in lumps to her tights. As they got closer to the other couple, H was feeling really nervous, but quite excited and turned on at the thought of what the couple will think, or even say, and when they were close enough, they could see the couple, who were quite old, look at H?s trainers in her hand, and then down at her mud splattered legs and brown shoeless feet. They both just smiled at the couple, and said hello as they passed, and a few seconds later they looked behind them to see the old couple still looking back at H?s feet. They both giggled to each other like a couple of school kids, chuffed with how brave they had been, and trying to imagine what the couple must be thinking. When they got to the end of the field they crossed straight over the bridge and carried on up the next field towards the road, both of them wanting to get home now, and when they reached the road, there was no-one about, so H decided she had come this far, she might as well go the hole hog and finish the walk shoeless. They crossed the road, H leaving perfect wet footprints behind her, and the tarmac road felt good and smooth under her feet, though occasionally she could feel it snagging at her tights. They made it home without meeting anyone else, and as soon as they got in the house, H dropped her trainers down, and once Tom had slipped his trainers off, H undid his belt and jeans and slipped them down his legs. He stepped out of his jeans, and stood there in his wet dirty tights as H put her arms around him and they kissed as they stroked each others nylon covered backsides, before making their way upstairs to the shower, losing their clothes on the way, so that by time they were in the shower, they were both wearing just their tights.

[opaqueph2000]

sorry, i didnt mean to post it twice, my computer was laying silly buggers
Opaqueph
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[Robby Boy]

Geat work Opaque PH . I just love reading your stories. As I just got married myself to a lady who doesn't mind me ripping off her pantyhose when we have sex or even waliking around in stocking feet, I might finally have a couple of posts to put into this forum such as when we had our reception, she danced all night in her white pantyhose so you can imagine what the wedding night was like.

Anyhow, that's all for now. I hope we can see some pictures of your tights sometime.

You and your husband take care. Look forward to hearing from you again soon.

[Robby Boy]

Geat work Opaque PH . I just love reading your stories. As I just got married myself to a lady who doesn't mind me ripping off her pantyhose when we have sex or even waliking around in stocking feet, I might finally have a couple of posts to put into this forum such as when we had our reception, she danced all night in her white pantyhose so you can imagine what the wedding night was like.

Anyhow, that's all for now. I hope we can see some pictures of your tights sometime.

You and your husband take care. Look forward to hearing from you again soon.