Ever since Bill the decorator, my mind was whirling. It had been two weeks since he painted our bathroom and the events that followed. My wife was none the wiser, and was looking forward for the bedrooms being painted next. So was I but I was also too scared to call.
That said, I was also concentrating on the conference ahead. So for the second of those two weeks I worked solidly readying myself for the convention in Manchester. When the day came, I packed my bags and when the wife wasn't looking, I sneaked a pair of her tights into my bag. I did this every time I was away. I liked to sleep in a pair of her tights to feel close to her. I also liked the feeling of them against my skin.
Having said goodbye to the wife, I headed off to catch the train. On route my mind went over recent events. Maybe it was time to make that call and make a date for the bedrooms to be completed. I thought ahead of the evening to come. Sleeping in the wife's tights. Playing with myself...
The hotel was not from the station so I got there in good time. Once I checked in, I went to my room and had a quick shower. Once dressed in clean clothes, I headed to the bar for a drink and a bite to eat before my first business session that afternoon.
As soon as I took a bite of my cheeseburger I felt somebody close by. I turned to look and there stood an old school friend of mine from 30 years ago.
"Karl!" I exclaimed.
"Hi mate, I though it was you, but wasn't sure so I walked over to have a closer look!"
"It's me! You here for the conference as well?" I asked.
"No, I've been working for the exam board the last few years and have been moderating coursework here in the city. Been here a week and this is my last night. Just finished this morning so I am going exploring town this afternoon. Fancy tagging along? It's a bit lonely for one."
"Sorry Karl, it's very tempting, but I've just arrived and need to attend the conference this afternoon."
"Shame," he said. "How about a drink later? I was planning on heading to the bar at 8 if you fancy it. Give the majority of guests time to leave and the bar tends to quieten down about then."
"Sure, sounds like a plan. Meet you here then."
During the afternoon's session I found myself thinking about Karl and all the years that had passed. We were good friends in school, from nursery all the way through to our A-levels. We kept in touch frequently via social media over the last twenty years, but seldom did we see each other.
After school Karl went straight to Uni and became a teacher when he finished. I, on the other hand, went to uni later and am now working from home. I looked around the room. I knew no one. The majority worked in offices. I did not. They knew other people here. I didn't. I now regretted turning down Karl's offer.
Still thinking about Karl as opposed to concentrating on the business session, I reminisced about our school days. One thing everyone agrees on was Karl always had a good body. A big hit with the girls and then we found out he was gay. All the girls were disappointed. Us boys were relieved. Then I remembered about Bill the other week. Then I thought about meeting up with Karl later. What are the chances? I dismissed it as a crude thought. Karl and I were good friends and I had no intention of changing that friendship.
I had enough of the conference and headed to the bar for a drink and in the faint chance of bumping into Karl. He wasn't there so I took my bottle of beer back to my room. There I had another quick shower and then naked, I lay on the bed. I called my wife to see how she was doing and after chatting for nearly an hour we said our goodbyes and she promised to pick me up at the train station tomorrow at six.
I still lay there and my thoughts returned to Karl. Having flashbacks to school I also remembered now that when showering after sports, I once spotted Karl's cock, and even back then it was impressive. Large but not stupidly so, but also good looking and well formed. I remembered now that I was obsessed by it. Not in a sexual way but in a 'I want one like that' way.
That was when I realised I was really horny and my own manhood was throbbing. Having just had a shower I did not want to get dirty again so instead of sorting myself out, I thought I'd prolong my randiness and put on my wife's tights. They were a tight fit as it was, but pulling them over my fully erect dick was a bigger challenge. Once I had them pulled up properly, they felt snug and cosy. I looked in the mirror and admired the way I looked. Toned body on top and muscular legs in tights. I was also glad that I had shaved my balls completely as I loved the way the nylon pressed against both my cock and balls.
To behave myself I put on my jeans and my jumper so I couldn't be tempted to play with myself. I lay back on the bed and tried to think of anything but the drinks we were going to have tonight. Fortunately, I fell asleep.
Unfortunately, I woke with five minutes to spare and not wanting to delay the night's meeting, I pushed my nylon clad feet into my trainers without socks. So what? I was already using the pantyhose as underwear, I'm sure my feet didn't mind either.
I saw Karl immediately. He was sitting at the bar drinking a bottled beer. He had saved a stool for me. The bartender handed me a bottled beer as I sat down and walked away.
"How was town?" I asked.
"Not bad, just a bit lonely but I got to see some sights and did a little shopping. How was the conference?"
"Awful, I should have bunked off and explored with you." I said.
"Too bad. It would have been fun. Have you eaten? I'm starving."
We were shown to a table once we ordered and over our meal we were discussing the old times when we were in school and before we grew up and became 'serious'. Once we had finished eating, talk soon turned to our current situations. I explained that I was happily married and he said he was in a long term relationship with somebody he had met ten years ago. They now had a house in Cheshire and were very happy.
"So you didn't fancy going home early to see him?" I asked watching the waitress with keen interest as she cleared our table.
"No he's away himself this week. Won't be back until the weekend. I was in half a mind to go but had wanted to spend time in the city since I haven't had time to enjoy it since arriving. When I saw you, I was glad that I hadn't gone."
"A compliment?" I asked, this time watching some lads walk in wearing jeans tight enough to show their packages.
"Ha ha, no, it's good to catch up on old times. Typical though. My final night and you arrive. It's been a bloody bore all week. I've been down here every night checking for persons of interest. Nothing. Nada." Karl responded.
"Persons of interest? Looking out for? Or at? Thought you and Luke were happy?"
"Oh we are. We have an agreement. We are non-monogamous. I enjoy a bit of fun on the side. He does too. In fact that's where he is this week. He has an older woman he looks after. His heart is gay but his dick is bisexual." Karl laughed. "Anyway, how about you?"
