Here's a story from about 15 years ago. While most of the facts are true, names have been changed to protect the innocent....
It was a beautiful, warm sunny Friday afternoon. I was driving home on the NJ Turnpike after closing a major deal. I was just taking everything in, basking in the solitude, relishing my success when it happened - whap, whap, whap - a flat. I guided my car off to the right shoulder to assess the situation and got out. Yep, my right rear tire was flat. No big deal I thought, I've done this before. I took off my suit jacket, removed my cuff links, loosened my tie and rolled up my cuffs. Just as I opened my trunk, on of NJ's finest pulled up behind me. I waved and went back to work in the trunk, in a hurry to get the tire changed and back home, even though there was no one waiting for me and I didn't have any plans for the evening.
Trooper Michael ......... of the NJ State Police, got out of his car and asked what the problem was and if I needed any assistance. As I replied saying that it was just a flat and that I could handle it, I turned around and couldn't believe my eyes. This guy was a hunk. Now I admit that a good looking guy in a uniform generally does it for me, but this guy seemed to step right out of my fantasies. He was about 6'2", blonde, tan, and drop dead gorgeous with sparking blue eyes, dimples, and just a hint of a Philadelphia accent. His tight uniform conformed to his body, and there was no doubt that there was some kind of body underneath! There was a catch though, that little gold band on the third finger of his left hand. So while if figured that he was straight and unavailable, I knew that once I got home, I could close my eyes and we would have a lot of hot times together. Little did I know....
He said that he'd stay behind me to provide protection. I got to work. As I squatted down to take off the hub cap, my left foot popped out of my Italian loafer, revealing the heel of my dress-for-success, OTC, cap toe and heel, sheer, black, silk socks. I tried to put my shoe back on and get it to stay on, but my heel just kept popping out, so I gave in and just left it that way. As I worked, he stood there keeping an eye on traffic, but also periodically looking over at me. The way that his head was cocked when he looked over at me I thought that he was focusing on my foot, but I just dismissed the thought as wishful thinking.
When I took off the wheel, I found that I had a bigger problem. My rear brake drum was cracked in two. As I looked at that in disbelief, I muttered something along the lines of "I don't believe this!" That's when he came around to my side of the car. Unfortunately as he came up behind me, I stood up running my rear end up the side of his leg, nearly knocking both of us over. Surprisingly though he didn't move. He still seemed to be fixated on the area near my foot.
I stepped away from him, slightly embarrassed, and said that I guessed that I'd need a tow truck after all. He said that he'd go call it in and got back into his car. I then put my spare back in the trunk along with flat, hub cap, lug nuts, and the broken brake drum. When I got done, he motioned for me to join him in his car. As I got in, he was looking over in my direction, but quickly turned away as I finished getting seated.
As we waited for the tow truck, we made the usual small talk and found out that we didn't live too far apart. He also talked about his wife and asked about my marital status, to which I replied that I was single. However, after finding that out, he played with his wedding ring, slipping back and forth over joint on his finger and staring off into nowhere while we talked. During this time he asked if I was fairly new to the area since I had the most recent series of tags on my car and the dealer name was not local. I said yes that I'd just moved there about a month before. Just as I finished my sentence the tow truck arrived and picked up the car. The tow truck driver asked Trooper Michael if he could give me a ride to the service area since someone had gotten grease on the seat in his truck and he didn't want me to get dirty. Trooper Michael said it wasn't a problem. As we drove over to the service area, he asked me if I had a way home in the event they didn't have a brake drum. I said no. As I got out of the car he mentioned that his shift was almost over and that he would swing by on the way home in case I needed a ride. He then told the mechanic to give him a call if they couldn't fix my car. I thanked him for his offer and got out of his car, hoping against hope that I'd need a ride home. He said no problem and drove off.
I went inside of the service station and they put my car on the lift while going to check on the brake drum. They checked and found out that they would have to get one from Philadelphia the next morning. Then the manager called Trooper Michael and told him that I'd need a ride.
Trooper Michael arrived in his personal car about a half hour later. As we walked back to his car we talked, but I noticed that his demeanor seemed a little more relaxed. Once inside he mentioned the fact that his new boots were really tight and then asked if I'd mind if he took them off for the ride home. I said no. As he pulled off his beautiful, spit polished boots he seemed to keep his eyes on me, looking for my reaction, rather than look at what he was doing. Just as the light bulb went on in my mind, off came the first boot revealing his beautiful size 11 foot clad in a OTC, black, cap toe and heel TNT sock. I couldn't believe my good fortune, not only was he sexy but he wore TNT's!
As we drove, we talked and he asked me about my socks and if they made me feel sexy. I replied with a resounding YES! I then asked about his. He confessed that for as long as he could remember, they while they turned him on to wear, whenever he saw another guy wearing them it was all that he could do to keep from making love to the guy where he stood. As he said this he crossed his legs so that his left foot was on the seat under his right leg. He then would reach down and rub his foot with his right hand and commented how much better his foot felt. I was then convinced that this had to be a dream, because it was too good to be true. Using this as a cue, I then asked him if he would like a foot massage when we got to my apartment. Rather than giving me a verbal reply, he just reached over, grabbed my left hand and then proceeded to use it to massage his foot. We drove the rest of the way to my apartment in silence, me rubbing his foot, and him driving with the cutest, mischievious smile that I'd ever seen.
When we got to my apartment, I he put on his boots and we went inside. As soon as the door was closed, he just spun me around, took me into his arms, and pulled me tight. As we kissed, he began grinding his hips against me, letting his "night stick" expand, searching for my "weapon" until he found it, and then continued to frisk me until we the fronts of our pants were wet, indicating that we were both fully "armed."
He asked where the bedroom was and I led him in. We resumed our kiss, exploring each other with our tongues and hands. Michael was the first to begin moving us to the next phase, by removing my tie. He slowly undressed me, and as he did, he tasted each area of exposed skin. Until I stood there wearing only my socks and my black silk boxers, with my "weapon" drawn on it's intended target. Now it was my turn to undress him, I removed his boots and brought them up to my nose to savor the aroma. As I did this, he gently placed his feet on top of mine and began rubbing them. I finished undressing him, until he stood before me, revealing his chisled body covered only in his beautiful socks and red bikini briefs which were straining to contain his "night stick."
We resumed our kiss and fell back onto the bed in a heap of writhing flesh. He began to move us into a 69 position, but continued kissing his way down my legs to my feet. I reciprocated, using my tongue to explore every rib of his socks and every crevice of his foot. The experience was intoxicating. I eventually worked my way back up his legs to his crotch. In one fluid motion, he removed the underwear from both of us. As I began to return to my feast, he began removing our socks, while sucking my nipples. Then he dressed me in his socks and placed my boxers over his head and my socks on his hands. He pulled us back into a 69 position, and then we went to work "disarming" one another. Me sucking on him, he sucking on me through the fly of my boxers and tweaking my nipples with his sock covered fingers, madly pumping his hips into my face.
He was the first to "discharge his weapon," firing so rapidly that I thought I was going to drown. Before I could "return my fire," he disengaged from me, suggesting that he needed a "cavity search" for a hidden perpetrator. I eagerly complied, getting my "weapon" ready and loaded. In one swift thrust I entered him. Sensing that there was a perpetrator hidden inside, just beyond my reach, so I continued to probe until I was so frustrated by not being able to reach the perpetrator, that I finally "unloaded my weapon, firing round after round until all of my ammunition" was gone.
As we lay there, basking in each other's warmth, I realized that this wasn't a dream. I also remembered that he was married and asked him again about his wife and whether or not she would be worried about him being late. He told me that he had been feeling very horny all day long and that the sight of me in my navy blue suit with my starched white shirt with french cuffs, and red silk tie just turned him on all the more. But once he saw my sheer socks as I was working on my car, he was so turned on that he'd made of his mind that one way or another he and I were going to bed. To make this happen, he had one of the other troopers, his sheer sock buddy, call his wife and tell her that he was needed on a special investigation and might not be home until the next day. He then asked if he could spend the night; following his earlier lead, I replied without words and we spent the next 12 hours doing everything imaginable until we were both so spent that I was sure that if anyone were to walk in, all they would have found were our socks and underwear in the middle of a pool of our nectar.....
Epilogue....
Michael and I continued to see each other for about five years until I was transferred to another state. He never ceased to amaze me in the way he filled out his clothes and socks, and most importantly, the way we made love. During that time, I learned that all of the troopers assigned to his post were into sheer/TNT socks. It turned out that the post commander made them mandatory attire, and that he also took special care to make sure that they all developed the proper love of this part of their uniform. I met all of them and was even invited to participate in their special uniform inspections, but that's another story....