I generally recall experiences from the past of my somewhat sordid sex life and climbing escapades. Having found that climbing ropes gave the most wonderful feeling in my very early years while not understanding exactly what was happening down there it naturally became a go to habit because it made me feel so good. Entering my teens I finally joined climbing with sex despite that I had been doing it for years. Well to be honest it was masturbation rather than sex because even though on occasions it was mutual masturbation with others the fact was I never had penetrating sex (lost my cherry) until I was 17 and even then it was awful. My problem was obvious I had learned to pleasure my body to such an extent by climbing that straight sex while pleasant just did nothing for me. It wasn’t until I met my husband that I found out how good straight sex could be, to be fair to him he took me right back to beginning and created sex in my mind prior to delivering it with his body. Hmmm. That was good.
I gradually began to learn that despite being a real plain Jane I had a great body but nobody ever saw it. You see I have mentioned elsewhere in this blog I had a dislike of underwater. The only time I ever wore knickers and a bra was when I went to the doctors, just in case. Naturally I hid whatever I had under long skirts and trousers relying on frumpy tops and layers to hide my nipples always seemed appropriate. Even a swim suit for me would be a one piece as opposed to a skimpy bikini. Well all that changed when almost by chance we where invited to a New Year’s Eve party with Christmas as the theme. It was at the better half’s employers house and it changed my life for ever. I had agonised for weeks over what to wear and finally decided on an elf costume while he chose to be the Grinch (only four others, there that night, which proved a bit of a problem) The problem was that while the costume which was all green was fine it had a frilly mimi skirt over what where the thickest tights I had ever seen. Now for somebody who generally wears nothing down there having these itchy woolly tights wedged up my ass was about the worst possible feeling in the world and despite having the costumes delivered a couple of days before I just could not bring my self to wear them by the time New Year’s Eve cane round. Thinking on my feet with less than a hour to go before we had to leave a quick trip to Sainsbury’s saw me desperately looking for tights. Getting close to giving up I suddenly came upon a pair of seamless 20 denier would you believe GREEN tights which were just perfect. The trouble was I had not realised how short my elf’s skirt was but by the time I got home I had run out of time. Now the hard bit there I was dressed resplendently as a very green elf in green tights and an absolute micro mini that barely covered my ass. I could just about cope with that but you could see through the tights. I tried white pants but they drew more attention than having none and the taxi was now waiting outside. While I had my coat I was fine but it was far to hot to keep that on all night so I limited my self to standing with my back to a wall for most of the night knowing that my bottom resplendent in green was on view to all as my pesky elf skirt bounced around flashing the Crown Jewels. My husband was absolutely no help when I asked him to come and stand my me he just said not on your life I can’t see what’s on display stood there. Or at least something like that. By the time he did come to my aid he stood behind me for a while but before long you guessed it his hands were all over my ass and I was forced to move when his hand slid between my legs. Fortunately I was able to limit my movements but it soon became obvious I was attracting a good deal more attention than normal. I took solace in a glass of two of white wine but even that was a problem. It was proving to be a disaster and I was close to asking my man if we could go. Then something odd happened the hosts wife who I had always got on with came over “my dear you look stunning such legs I always imagined you didn’t have any “ well this rather changed things I could see the men were looking at me but it suddenly dawned on me maybe they liked what they saw. How could I be so stupid i always knew I had good legs but the wonderful green tights were showing them off superbly. The texture of the nylon defined outline of my calf’s and thighs in the very best way possible. Maybe it was the shame or even the wine but I suddenly felt as if I was demonstrating to my class at work and despite not talking I seemed to have the entire attention or at least the eyes on most people in the room. The exhibitionist within seemed to take control and without really thinking I turned and tilted my hips in order to raise my skirt knowing my ass cheeks would be exposed, not wishing to view who was looking I asked hubby who responded with “I am” we had been at the party now a couple of hours but it seemed like an eternity, eventually I knew I would have to move so with precision planning I chose my moment to skip across room and into the hall where I found the down stairs toilet was free. The room was larger than I expected and had a full length mirror on one wall. Having peed I was acutely aware that the situation had made me feel a bit naughty and that was quite moist down there. Concerned that this may be evident along with my shapely legs I paraded in front of the mirror, and I have to say I really liked what I saw. My skirt fully covered my front but the cheeks of my bottom just came into view when my skirt bounced. I ran my hands between my legs only to have to stop because it felt so nice. I had been here long enough and my mouth was dry, it was about the only thing that was. Exiting I felt eyes all over my body as I skipped across the crowded room. There were a couple of Rudolph’s amid the Grinches and Santa’s but I was the only elf. Funny really but I was beginning to feel like I was enjoying the attention when one of the Santa’s talking to us asked me if I would be his little helper. I brushed that off and a few other remarks as the night progressed and as the clock struck twelve I was even dancing. It struck me after that I actually liked the power my green tights had given me. Completely naked under then it’s not like wearing knickers that always end in a wedge up your backside. These would slowly but surely move down and away from crotch creating a false open area any of you out there that has worn them knows what I mean. We left in the early hours, I have to say I was feeling a little frisky but you know who was having none of it having swallowed one or two pink gins to many. In the taxi I reminded him of how good his hands were on my ass earlier. To which he replied what ass, now it transpired not to be my Grinch which rather got me thinking, which only made matters worse.
At home he collapsed on the bed which suited me because I was by now desperate to climb, I wanted to try with my tights and the lure of the building site over the road was compelling. Now it’s not unusual to see a woman walking a dog at two in the morning but it is if your dressed as an elf so I grabbed my hoody and the dogs lead and we were gone. It was cold but above zero and foggy with visibility below 50 yards which was a help. The site was easily accessed and I was soon picking my way through the scaffolding poles that I loved so much, I picked out a pole that was clear of a lower lift but soon realised that my tights were far to smooth against my legs to offer the required friction and I simply slipped down. I was faced with a choice either take off my tights or compromise. It soon occurred that I had seen a T section back near the road where it might be possible hook my arms over which would help to support my body. I was taken back years recalling being with my mum outside my school while she chatted endlessly to a friend. There was a steel rail with uprights to prevent children from running into the road that ran along the pavement and I recall finding it perfect if I hooked my arms over my feet cleared the ground and I could shimmy on the upright until that Feeling came, it was this method I would use now and the T near the road would do nicely it was up a lift and on the side of a virtually completed house but I was desperate enough to try it and I was not going to be naked as I usually would be. I took off my hoody and placed it along the horizontal bar pulling my self up I hooked both arms over the top to take my weight and wrapped my elf legs around the pole bang it was there in an instant and being clear of the boards was all I needed. All that had gone on before had already raised me to a level but I was surprised to feel that I was close to a climax which I needed to stop. I got down and took some deep breathes my mind wandering back to the party and the Grinch that had his hand between my legs. I climbed up again maintaining a safe distance with my crotch. Once I had my legs wrapped around I drew them up and down quickly at first in search of the magic fluttering that I knew so well. Once it was apparent I slowed and tried to find the best rhythm in order to raise this beautiful sensation further and further, it was there right there and my legs were beginning to tremble, I could feel perspiration running down my face and my arms ached relentlessly but I just could not stop. I had no idea how long this state of bliss continued for but each time I raised my knees it was so good it just had to be done again, I was aware of the nylon snagging on what may have been dry cement on the steel pole but each time I extended my legs down I was aware of cold steel between my thighs. What it must have looked like from below I can only imagine and I have to admit it was times like this that the idea of filming my self became a must. Up to now my knees had stayed close to the pole but the pitch had risen considerably and my orgasm was building at the same time. I had overtime been able to hold the funny feeling driving up the sensation but there was always a point when my orgasm took over and this was fast approaching. So I started to splay my knees which would bring my clit against the pole it made little difference that I still had my tights on and as my public bone slammed onto the pole my body convulsed in the glorious warmth of one of the longest climaxes I had ever had. Strangely not wet but extremely satisfying and an 8/10 for sure. How I got down well I tried to be clever but I’m not a fireman and my arms were not up to it so I’m sad to say this elf used the ladder.
When I walked in the door it was 3 am and nothing had changed, except my green tights were virtually shredded and open at the thighs. I had a wonderful shower before a large mug of tea before bed. That was one party I’m not going to forget in a hurry. You know I never found out who that Grinch was.