Heaven in Nylons

CHAPTER 1
Life-changing experiences sometimes happen when and where they are least expected. I certainly didn’t see it coming.

I had stopped into The Gallery for lunch as I usually do 3 or 4 times a week. Actually, lunch is something of a misnomer, for even though they did serve sandwiches, I rarely ate anything other than the ever-present bowl of popcorn on the table. The food isn’t the primary attraction there; it’s mainly a feast for the eyes. The Gallery is a topless lounge. I would routinely spend about an hour or so sitting and sipping my cola, eating popcorn and admiring the lovely young women on stage, and off. I am what one would call a “regular”. I didn’t have to order. As soon as the servers noticed me come in, one would bring over a drink, and then stop by frequently to ensure my glass isn’t empty. I tip well. To be accurate, I want them to stop by frequently because the servers are as attractive to me as the dancers on stage, more actually, because of my special interest in how they are dressed. I’m a sucker for a pretty pair of legs in pantyhose. OK, I’m a sucker for pantyhose period, so much that I regularly wear them too. Ever since that first time I experimentally tried on a pair of my mother’s hose as a child I’ve been hooked. The feel of that silky smoothness on my legs was simply incredible, and the sight of them on a woman’s legs has always been a special attraction to me.

I digress. I find myself watching the servers move around the room in their short-shorts and pantyhose as much as, if not more than, I watch the seductive dancers gyrating onstage. One server particularly leads my eye. Christy. Blond, maybe 5’4”, deep blue eyes, and attractively proportioned, but not overly so. She is simply beautiful from her blond hair swishing back and forth in a ponytail to her feet in their white sneakers. Unlike the dancers, who wear thongs and not much else, she and the other servers are always in pantyhose. She’s also an outrageous flirt and often bumps into the customers, even sitting briefly in their laps occasionally to chat. Some of the customers try to let their hands wander, but she is always careful to keep things from getting too intimate. Actually, all of the regular servers are flirts and borderline exhibitionists, and I’ve often been treated to a thronged pantyhose moon as they sometimes flash me or one of the other customers. They also usually wear fairly sheer tops over pastel colored lacy bras to complete their outfits. Sometimes, they just wear decorated bra tops. Heavenly!

Occasionally, I’ve given her and the other servers extra tips when I notice a run on their legs so that they can buy extra pairs of pantyhose for their lovely legs. Hey, it pays off! They come by on following visits and allow me to briefly slide my hands along their legs to show me the hose they’ve bought with my tips. Christy particularly seemed to appreciate the gesture of my funding her hosiery purchases and we have had occasional brief discussions about hosiery, such as how they managed to hide the waistbands under the waists of their sometimes very high cut shorts and thongs. ( No Nonsense Regular Sheer-to-waist usually – no reinforcement at the seams) Innocent enough topics, but suggestive that there was more of an appreciation on her part (and mine) of pantyhose rather than something to be endured as many women seemed to think of them.

One day, Christy was in one of her playful moods and as she was passing by customers, she would reach out to a customer’s crossed legs and pull down a sock. “Oops”, I thought to myself, “I’d better keep track of where she is. I can’t let her do that to me,” because I had pantyhose on myself and didn’t want to be exposed wearing pantyhose in a topless bar. Famous last words. I was focused on a new dancer (Hey, I’m not there just to see pantyhose.) when Christy suddenly appeared from behind me and reached for my ankle. I flinched away abruptly. I could see she was startled, and after a moment apologized and moved away. She thought I was angry. I felt awful.

My mind started racing. I didn’t want her to think I didn’t like her attentions and at the same time I had long wanted to find out just how much she did like pantyhose. After anguishing over what to do for the next 15 minutes, I finally decided. Either I was going to find out if her love of hosiery was genuine, or I would have to find somewhere else to spend my lunches. After a few more minutes, I finally managed to get her attention by lifting my glass at her, signaling that I needed another. When she came over with my drink, I asked her if she had a minute and to sit in the chair beside me.

“Christy, I’m sorry I flinched earlier. You surprised me. I don’t want you to think I’m mad at you.”

“OK. I’ll try not to sneak up on you again.”

“No, it’s not that. I have a slight confession to make and I hope you won’t advertise it here.” I had already positioned myself so that my legs were crossed toward her. It’s now or never. “Would you put your hand on my ankle and slide it up my leg?” She looked a bit puzzled, but put her leg on my ankle. As she slid her hand up my leg and reached past the top of my sock, her expression told me everything I had hoped for. Her eyes positively lit up.

“Is that what I think it is?” was her redundant, but excited question as she slowly rubbed her hand up and down my calf.

I started talking rapidly in hushed tones as I leaned toward her ear. “I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of pervert, but I love the way they feel. Plus I’m sure you know that I also love the way they look on you, as well as the other girls here. I’m not gay or anything like that. (Duhhh! Stupid! What gay is going to hang out at a topless lounge?) I’m actually pretty normal with this one exception.”

“Can I see?” she whispered excitedly.

There was nobody sitting by us, so I said, “OK. But remember where we are.”

She slid my sock down and her eyes widened even more than they already had been. “And shaved?”

“Hairy legs in hose look like crap. Plus they stay up a lot better without the hair”, I replied.

She finally removed her hand and I pulled my sock back up without trying to look too obvious. She got up, realizing that she needed to get back to her duties. “I hope you aren’t leaving yet, but I have to get back to work.”

“Well, I have to be leaving before long. Will it be safe for me to come back next time? I don’t want to be walking back into a bunch of catcalls about “Mr. Pantyhose” or worse.”

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t do that to you. Who would buy me more hose when I run a pair?” she said playfully. “Just don’t leave yet.” She gave me a little kiss on the cheek and then trotted off to take care of her other customers.

So I sat, feeling like any minute she was going to share her discovery with the other girls 3;and then the roof would cave in and I would be bounced out. I went through my drink fairly rapidly in my nervousness and noticed that she was heading back in my direction with another drink. As she placed it on the table, she leaned over and pressed my face between her breasts momentarily, then said, “This one’s on me.” She flashed me a big smile, then turned and bounced away. After I unglued my eyes from the sight of her tight, shiny pantyhosed butt and legs (Damn, I’d like to have some of that!), I looked down at my drink, and there beside my drink was a napkin with a phone number and the words “Call me!” Suddenly, my spirits soared, and I noticed that something else was trying to reach skyward also! My cock, which had been trying to find a place to hide for the last 15 minutes, was now trying its best to bust the seam of my pantyhose!

CHAPTER 2

I was barely able to keep my attention on my work at my afternoon appointments. I install computer systems and troubleshoot computer problems as an independent contractor, and often found myself distracted thinking of what I would say to this goddess when I called. Not a good thing when you are trying to track down a registry error. Finally, my last appointment was done and I headed home, still not knowing what to say. Sure, pantyhose seemed to be the reason I got this far, but I wanted her to see me as more than a guy in pantyhose. How long could a one-note relationship last? I was still at a loss at 8:00 PM, when I guessed she would certainly be home and called.

“Hello?”

Good. The last thing I wanted was an answering machine. “Christy? It’s Dan; from The Gallery this afternoon 3;you gave me your number.” I must have sounded like a complete fool.

“Dan! I’ve been waiting for your call. I’m sorry I had to rush away like that, but the boss wouldn’t like it if it looked like I was coming on too much to a customer. It’s against policy for us to try to date customers. It can cause all sorts of complications. They even discourage the girls from having their boyfriends come in.”

“I’d never want to cause any trouble at the lounge.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but it doesn’t hurt to be careful.”

“Does that mean you would be interested in going out on a date with me?”

“Why Dan, I thought you’d never ask!

I should explain something here. I’m in my mid-thirties, and I doubt Christy was a day over 23. Add to that one divorce, and a couple of short-lived failed relationships, and my self-confidence as a ladies’ man isn’t what it might be. Dating isn’t something I’ve allowed myself to spend much time thinking about over the last couple of years. I do keep myself in shape, though, with a regular routine of running and weekend cycling, plus having an exercise center at home doesn’t hurt.

“Dan, are you still there?”

“Oh, sorry. I’m a little stunned. I hoped you would go out to dinner with me, but I really didn’t expect you to say yes.”

“Let’s just say you have an extra attraction and leave it at that for now. What did you have in mind?”

“Have you ever been to Michael’s?”

“The restaurant? No, but I’ve heard good things about it. I’m usually off by 7, but I have Thursdays off if you prefer earlier.”

Thursday was only 2 days away. “Can we make it Thursday around 6:30? I don’t want you to feel rushed. May I pick you up?”

“Ooh, such an old fashioned gentleman. Actually, can I meet you there? I have some things to do that afternoon since it’s my day off, and I might have to go directly there.”

I half-expected that. Find out more about him before letting him know where you live. “That would be fine, unless you would like to eat later.”

“Six thirty is fine. I’m looking forward to it. I’ll see you then.”

That sounded like a closing line, so I didn’t push my luck and we said our goodbyes. Strange, she didn’t once directly mention pantyhose. Oh, well. I would be wearing mine. I hoped she would do the same.

Thursday finally came and I arrived at Michael’s about 15 minutes early. Michael’s is a fairly upscale restaurant, but not so upscale that dress slacks and a sport shirt are inappropriate, although I doubt they’d be enthused with the black Hanes Silk Reflections I was wearing with my black Savane slacks, loafers, and no socks if you looked closely. I wasn’t too concerned, though. I’ve seen men’s dress socks almost as sheer. I idly wondered what Christy would be wearing. I’ve never seen her except when she was in The Gallery and had no idea how she dressed at other times. I had only a few minutes to speculate when I spotted her walking across the lot. Damn, she looked sexy! Her ever- present ponytail had been let down to a shoulder length wave which was fluttering lightly in the breeze. She wore a dark blue silky sleeveless shell with a billowing cream-colored skirt that stopped about 6 inches above her knees, and yes, light beige sandlefoot pantyhose that shone slightly in the light above bone colored heeled sandals.

“Wow, you look awesome!”

“Does that mean I don’t look good at work?” I could tell she was toying with me.

“Far from it. It’s the first time I’ve seen you in bright light. They need to turn the lights up in the lounge! The dim light doesn’t do you justice.”

“That won’t happen. The dancers wouldn’t stand for it. At close range at the side of the stage, every blemish stands out. Illusion is everything when you are a topless dancer. Like my hose?” she asked as she did a slow turn.

“I assume that’s a rhetorical question. Calvin Klein Evening Sheer?”

“You know your hose, sir. How can you tell?”

“I’ll tell you inside, I think our reservation should be ready.”

The conversation was put on hold for a few minutes as we checked in and were shown to the booth I had requested earlier. After we had been handed our menus and ordered drinks, she picked up where she had left off. “OK, mister smarty-pants, how could you tell they were CK’s, which you paid for by the way?”

“Educated guess. I have good eyesight. The shade first, then the slightly matted shine, and as you got closer, the weave and the stitching at the toe seam that is slightly showing. As you might guess, I’ve owned a pair or two.”

“Wearing a pair now?” My, she’s direct.

“Actually, Hanes Silk Reflections. They’re dark enough that they aren’t that noticeable as hose with slacks.”

“Noticeable? As without socks? Stick your foot up here mister.” This is one reason I chose Michael’s. They use tablecloths, and the booth I had asked for also kept most under table activity hidden. So, I slipped my loafer off and lifted my foot toward her. As I touched her knee with my foot, her hand grasped it and slid it over between her legs, while at the same time I felt her own foot sliding up the inside of my other leg. I felt the beginnings of an erection, so I had to pause for a moment to “adjust” to my new situation. She started gently massaging my toes, singing “This little piggy” as her upraised foot started doing its own massage on my swelling member. My own hand was also busy caressing her nylonned ankle and calf. We hadn’t even gotten our salads yet. At this rate, I’d never make it through the main course!

“Uh, I really hate to interrupt the festivities, but have you decided what you are going to order yet?”

“Surprise me, I’m partial to Italian. I’m already playing with a salami,” she giggled.

“Would you like a little clam dip with that?” I couldn’t believe I just said that.

She burst out with a quick laugh. “Very punny. Perhaps for dessert.”

At that, I had to move her foot away before I lost it. The server was approaching, anyway.

I ordered the Ziti for her and a petite filet for myself. As we began our salads, the foot play settled down and we began to compare histories. I told her of my failed marriage in my early twenties. I didn’t tell my wife about my love of hosiery until after we had married, and although she tried to be tolerant of it, after two years she said she’d had enough and left. I realized after the divorce that it was inevitable any way it played out. If I had stopped for her, I would have eventually left her out of frustration and resentment. The other relationships were similar, except they knew right away of my predilection. They didn’t object, but they just didn’t understand. Hosiery was just clothing to them. Other than that, I had a lot in common with all three, but it’s frustrating when you can’t share and discuss something that means a lot to you with someone you are otherwise close to. It’s like leading two lives. Eventually the relationship can’t stand the duality. I noticed that Christy was looking at me a little strangely. “Great!” I thought. “I’ve blown it before dinner is even over.”

“Dan, if I ask you a real personal question, would you answer me honestly?”

“Sure.” Why not, I thought I’d probably already lost any chance of fun tonight.

“Are you a crossdresser? You’ve only mentioned pantyhose, but I’m curious.”

I didn’t see that coming. “I suppose technically I might be classified as one since pantyhose are normally considered women’s clothing, but I don’t think of myself as one. I love the feel of anything silky, but close to the skin. When I was a teenager, I once tried the entire wardrobe, “In for a penny” and all that, but it didn’t do anything for me. Looking or acting like a woman has never been a desire of mine. Makeup? Not interested. A little nail polish on my toes maybe, but that’s it. You should see my cycling and workout wardrobe. Spandex shorts and lycra running tights of all colors, but all off the men’s rack.” Actually, that wasn’t my entire exercise wardrobe, but I didn’t want to hit her with all of it at once.

“Bodystockings?”

“Sure, but not the lacy kind. The texture’s not smooth enough for me. I like sheer mesh, but it’s hard to find any that would fit a guy who’s 6’1”.

I had watched her expression slowly change. The concern was gone. My turn. “Now, I have a question. Same rule.”

“Go.”

“Why that question?”

“It’s time for my history, then.” It also centered on pantyhose. She was given her first pair of hose when she was eight. They were strictly for dress up occasions, like church and weddings and such. She had worn opaque tights for as long as she could remember, but nylon hosiery was different. They were sheer and felt smoother. She could see her real legs, but they looked smoother too and hid what downy hair she had on her legs at that age. When she reached 13, she started to notice boys, and noticed how they paid attention to her. When she wore hose, they always seemed to be just a little bit more attentive and seemed to create situations to “accidentally” brush up against her legs. Sure, they paid more attention when she wore skirts as opposed to jeans or shorts, but hosiery seemed to get them even more excited. What she began to realize also was that she began to enjoy the sensuality of wearing hosiery on its own merit. “I can’t tell you how often I’d notice myself rubbing my own legs just to feel how they felt on my legs. And when I first wore them without panties, it was indescribable. I felt so wicked and the center seam rubbed me right where it “did the most good” shall we say.” She described how she would sneak her hose back on at bedtime and masturbate herself to sleep through her pantyhose. (I was starting to get hard again.)

When she was a sophomore in college, she met a guy who absolutely loved it when she wore pantyhose. He’d fondle her through her hose and even asked her to leave them on when they had sex. “I asked him to wear them too one time when we had sex and he was a wild man in bed. He could eat box for hours and follow it with a long screwing. It became a regular thing for us.” It ended when she came back early to the apartment they shared and found him in full drag – IN HER CLOTHES – getting his ass reamed bareback by some guy she had never met. “Maybe it was unreasonable for me to blow up like I did. I’m not exactly a stranger to bisexuality, but I want my men to be MEN, not a man trying to be a woman. More than that. He LIED to me big time about who he was and about cheating behind my back and I couldn’t abide that! Besides, I have a big concern about AIDS. Who knew where his cock had been? Or his ass! I just couldn’t handle it. I left him and was so devastated I couldn’t keep my mind on my studies and soon dropped out. That partially explains where I am now. I’m working and taking classes when I can to complete my Degree.”

“Is this where we hug and cry on each other’s shoulders?” I said lightly. “It sounds like he was more than just a crossdresser. Plus, he should have known you don’t mess with a woman’s clothes, especially her shoes, without trouble.” She smiled at that. “What degree?”

“Graphic arts. I’d like to get into advertising eventually. I’m actually a fairly good artist.”

“You’ll have to show me your work sometime. One of my clients is in advertising. What about after dinner?”

“Not tonight. My roommate isn’t expecting company tonight, and she hates it when others see our apartment unless it’s cleaned up.”

“My place is cleaned up,” I said hopefully with a suggestive grin.

“My sir, that sounds like an invitation,” she said as I felt her leg once again making its way up mine. “What kind of girl do you think I am?” She once again started to do a toe dance on my hardening crotch. I returned the favor with my own foot and felt a moistness on my own nylon clad toes as I realized suddenly that her pantyhose were crotchless. Now I was really stiff and on the verge of my own “moistness.”

“Athletic?”

“I’m not too bad at a pole vault. Would you like a demonstration?”

“Check please!”

CHAPTER 3

As we exited Michael’s, I realized she had her own car there. Damn! So much for a little mobile massage. “I suppose you will need to follow me. I wouldn’t want them to tow your car.”

“If it’s not too much trouble, I can leave it here and you could bring me back later. I have a class at eight tomorrow, so I have to be back around midnight anyway.”

Good news, bad news. Maybe an all-nighter on the first date was a bit much to hope for anyway, but now I wouldn’t be driving back alone. I didn’t want a solo drive to my place to dampen her mood any. “No trouble at all!”

“Cool. I just need to get something from my car first.” I knew we were parked fairly close to each other by the direction I had seen her arrive from, so I walked along with her. As I stood behind her while she leaned into her back seat to retrieve a small carry along, I just stared as the rear of her skirt rose high on her lovely thighs, just barely enough to cover her shapely rear. “Like what you see?” she said as she glanced back while closing the car door.

“Since the first time I saw you.” We walked over to my car and I opened her door and stood back as she sat sideways on the seat and swiveled forward, her skirt rising again to expose most of her thighs. I stood there and admired the sight for a moment before finally regaining my wits and closing her door. As I crossed over to my side I found myself thinking, “Please don’t let this be a dream.”

Getting in, I looked over to her, deliberately not staring at her hemline which was practically at her crotch. “Forgive me for being an incurable romantic, but we’ve just been playing some erotic footsie, and I’ve yet to get a kiss from you.” I could tell she was momentarily surprised, but the smile that immediately followed gave me the go- ahead. I leaned over (damn these center consoles) and reached my hand to caress her cheek as our lips met. As we kissed, I began to lightly let my tongue trace the inner edge of her lips. Her lips parted allowing a deeper exploration. As my tongue began a deeper exploration, it was her turn to surprise me. The tips of our tongues danced in a mutual exploration for a few moments, then suddenly she sucked my tongue practically out of my head and stroked the sides with her own tongue. We moved toward a fuller embrace (DAMN these consoles!) and held each other as tightly as we could for another 30 seconds as she continued to stroke my tongue while I stroked the roof of her mouth with my own. When our mouths parted, I fell back into my seat. “Wow!” was all I could say.

“If you don’t get this car moving soon, I won’t be responsible for what happens next!” she breathed.

“Five minutes, or I won’t be responsible either!” I started the car and quickly moved out into traffic. As we traveled through traffic, she reached over and started stroking her hand up and down my thigh. I wanted to return the favor, but couldn’t without moving her arm out of the way, so I had to settle for glancing down at her lovely exposed legs as often as I could without risking a collision. We soon pulled into my driveway and I hit the garage opener and coasted inside. “Fast enough?” I said as the door lowered behind us.

She raised her hand up to my hardness and lightly squeezed its length. “I didn’t want to risk an accident, but I don’t think I could have waited much longer to do that. I hope you know how to use that thing, and I can’t wait to see it in your pantyhose.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” I said as I quickly got out and rushed around to her side to open her door.

“My, what a gentleman,” she said as she swiveled her luscious legs out to the side.

“All the better to get a look at you,” I said, practically drooling as her pussy was briefly exposed as she swung to get out. I was right. The crotch of her pantyhose had been neatly cut out revealing what looked to be a shaved mound. She reached to grab her bag from the back seat, and stood up.

“Let’s see the inside of this place. From what I saw of the outside, I’m impressed.”

”I got the house in the divorce settlement. I bought out her half. It took a few years to pay it off, but it’s all mine now,” as I opened the entry door to the kitchen.

We made it as far as the family room on the other side before I couldn’t wait any longer to hold her. I turned her into my arms, and she dropped her bag and raised her arms around my neck. I reached around her waist as we repeated the kiss we exchanged in the car. I began to massage up and down her back, pulling a little more of her silky top out of the waist of her skirt with each upstroke. When it finally pulled free, I reached under and started massaging her smooth back and sides, my thumbs grazing the outside of her breasts through her lacy beige bra.

Her crotch ground against mine as she unclasped her arms and started to slowly unbutton my shirt. When the final button was undone, she pulled it of my shoulders. I released my hold on her long enough to shuck it off my arms, and then reached to the bottom of her own top and began to slide it up and over her head. As our lips parted long enough to get it off, I also kicked off my loafers and sent them sailing across the room. No sooner than that was done, we continued our kisses and she began to unfasten my pants as I worked on unzipping her skirt. I won the race and I slipped my hands down her round pantyhosed ass beneath her skirt, causing the skirt to flutter down to her ankles. She stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside just as she completed her own mission, finally revealing my own pantyhose and my 7-inch cock straining for release beneath its own black nylon sheath. She stepped on the crotch of my pants to help me pull my legs free of them while at the same time reaching down to finally slide her hand along my stiff maleness.

She glanced down at my pantyhosed cock and legs, then lifted her eyes up to mine. “I think this will do nicely.”

Meanwhile, I finally fumbled open the clasp of her bra and pulled the straps down her shoulders, releasing a pair of the most perfectly formed breasts I had ever seen. My guess was a B cup bordering on a C, with aureoles almost the size of silver dollars, very slight droop from their fullness, and prominent nipples begging to be suckled. “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.” Was all I could say as I lifted my hands to cup beneath them and slowly massage them, rubbing my thumbs along her nipples.

We slowly sank to the floor onto our knees, with one leg each sliding between each other’s legs. She slowly rode up and down my thigh as I did the same, bending down to kiss along down her neck until my lips could suck on one, then the other of her soft globes. With one hand I held her upright, while the other stroked steadily from her breasts, down her ribs, to her hip, along her nylonned leg, around her knee, down her calf to her ankle, and finally to her feet. Somehow during our mutual strip she had managed to kick off her own shoes, so I was able to massage her arches and toes, and then repeat the trip back up her silky leg. All the while she steadily humped herself against my own nylonned leg, softly moaning, “Mmmmh, ooohh, yessss,” stroking my own leg with one hand, while running the other through my hair as I continued to tongue and suck on her breasts. I was on my own cloud nine as her leg between mine steadily humped against my shaft and balls as she slid back and forth, keeping me continually aroused.

Suddenly, she picked up the pace and sat more upright. As my mouth was unable to reach her breasts in this position, I returned to her supple lips. Again, she began to vacuum my tongue as she did earlier, performing the equivalent of an expert blow job on it. Her hands started massaging my back in long up and down strokes. I cupped her breasts, massaging upward, then strumming my fingers downward along her stiffened nipples. Her breathing became more rapid and I could tell she was nearing a climax.

She began to emit high pitched grunts, almost like whimpers as her pace increased. Then, abruptly, she began a hard grind on my leg as our lips unlocked and she threw her head back and whispered a small cry. “Yesssss. Oh yessss.” I knew she had just come because the warmth of her crotch seemed to increase as her love juices began to soak my thigh. I nearly came myself, but managed to hold on. I wanted more.

So did she. “Fuck me, fuck me now,” and pushed me backwards to the floor bending my legs backward. I reached my arm off to the side where I thought my pants might be.

“What?”

“Pants, condom.”

“Are you clean? Any diseases?”

“No. Squeaky clean!” I continued fumbling for my pants, finally grabbing them and pulling them closer.

“Are you sure?”

“Annual physical last month. Checked for everything!” Where’s that damned pocket?

“When’s the last time you were with someone?”

What’s this? 20 Questions? “Eight months, if you must know.” Got it!

“Fuck the condom. I want you NOW!” and her polished nails tore the front of my pantyhose open allowing my cock its freedom. It sprang up at a 45 degree angle, the head shiny from stiffness and precum. She practically pounced forward onto me and I took advantage of the moment to finally get my legs out from underneath me. I looked up to see her reaching behind her to grasp my cock and bring it up against her wet labia, rubbing it forward and back until it settled at the entrance to her pussy. Now I’m not huge, although above the so-called average, but she wasn’t exactly an Amazon either. I expected her to slowly take me in, so I was startled when she dropped back, engulfing nearly my full length in her heavenly moist tunnel in one quick motion. The sudden warmth of her pussy nearly put me over again and I expected to lose my load shortly when she started bouncing up and down my dick. But she didn’t. She slowly rocked forward and backward in short strokes, dragging her clit along my pelvic bone. Her eyes were closed as she sat upright above me with her breasts swaying in rhythm with her movements After the first few strokes, I started to feel the most incredible sensation I had ever felt within a pussy. As she moved forward, I could feel the walls of her vagina tighten around my rod, pulling the skin forward, and releasing as she rocked back. On every stroke, the same grip and release.

I bent my knees upward and placed my feet flat on the floor, allowing me to push forward as she rocked back.

“Oohh, that’s nice,” she purred.

“Nice? Do you realize what your pussy’s doing to my dick? It’s like a vaginal hand job!”

“You like that, huh?” The next squeeze was even harder.

“Where in the world did you learn to do that? It’s incredible! I’ve never felt anything like it before!”

“A friend of mine taught me.” Rocking, rocking, rocking. Grasp, release. Grasp, release. Grasp, release.

My consciousness was becoming more centered on our union with each stroke. I wasn’t just within her. We were connected by a genital umbilical as the energy flowed between us. “Be sure to thank your friend for me. Words can’t describe what this feels like.”

“I’ll tell her. You’re the first guy I’ve done this to. I’m feeling it too!” She placed her hands back on my legs, massaging my thighs as she closed her eyes and continued to rock and moan.

I was so overcome by the initial sensations that I had forgotten to do anything with my hands. I placed them on those lovely nylonned thighs on either side of me and started stoking, reveling in that silky smoothness. I extended my reach upward, watching my hands slide upward along her hose to her waist and beyond, on to her breasts rhythmically swaying above me.

“Ooohhh, yeah. That’s nice. Pull on my nipples. They need it so baaaaad.” Her eyes remained closed as she savored the physical stimulation as I kneaded and pulled on her erect nipples. “Mmmmhhhh.” She seemed almost in a trance, but never lapsed in her pussy’s grasp and release pattern.

I was entranced. Here above me was this petite blond goddess swaying to an internal sexual mantra. My eyes drifted from that angelic face with her lower lip sucked in, down to those perfect breasts, that supple belly rolling with each stroke, down to her lower abdomen shining in her pantyhose, to the open crotch where I could just glance the tip of her erect clitoris as she raised up at the end of each forward stroke, only to disappear again as she moved back again, and finally to her shimmering nylonned legs pressing in aside my ribs. Heaven can’t be any better than this.

I had no idea how many minutes passed. Time meant nothing. I saw her arousal heighten before I felt it. The aureoles around her nipples started to swell seconds before she started to pick up the pace.

“Harder. Now! Give it to me!” I started to push harder on each back stroke, lifting my groin to meet her on each descent, her breasts shaking like Jell-O. I squeezed them together and pinched harder on her nipples. Her hands came down to press down on my shoulders as she almost came off my prick only to slam squelching back down when I pushed upward with equal force.

I started to feel another feeling I had very rarely felt. This wasn’t going to be an ordinary ejaculation. A tingling started in my groin that spread in waves down my legs and upward and outward toward my head and arms. I couldn’t feel the carpet beneath my back and I felt I was floating as we slammed our groins harder and harder against each other. Sweat was rolling off each of us. “Gonna cum! Can’t stop it!”

“Do it! Do it! Do it NOWWWWWW!!!!” she screamed as I felt her pussy begin to spasm in waves along my cock.

Her spasms triggered my own release as I jammed my prick home as far as I could within her molten chasm. I could just feel her cervix pulse at my tip as my own contractions began. “Cummmiiiinnnggg! Aaagghh!” Our muscle contractions were synched as I shot stream after stream of cum deep into her. We were riding a tidal wave of orgasmic sensation.

I don’t think I lost consciousness, but the next thing I remember was lying there with her lying limp atop me, her head next to mine. Each exhale was a hum. After many seconds, she finally raised her head and looked deep into my eyes. “Oohh, lover. That was awesome!”

“I have no words for what just happened,” I replied. “If I die tomorrow, I’ll die happy. That was the most incredible sex I have ever had in my life.”

We just lay there for minutes, too exhausted to get up. We just kissed lightly and fondled each other until we finally recovered enough energy to move.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m thirsty as hell. Would you like something to drink, like a glass of wine?”

“I’d love one!”

“Chardonnay, or merlot?”

“Chardonnay, please.”

I slowly stood and then drunkenly walked on wobbly legs toward the kitchen.

“Nice ass. Not bad legs, either,” she said as I disappeared around the refrigerator.

As I found the corkscrew and began to uncork the bottle, I couldn’t help but smile as I reflected on the evening. Here I was, standing in the kitchen wearing a pair of shredded black pantyhose and pouring wine after the most incredible sex of my life with a beautiful woman over 10 years younger than me with a love for pantyhose that equaled my own. Life doesn’t get any better than this.

“Hey, waiter! How about some service!”

Talk about role reversal! “On the way!” I called. It doesn’t pay to keep a lady waiting.

She was sitting on the floor leaning back against the couch, still wearing only her pantyhose, her near leg bent upward and her far leg extended out. Her hand stroked idly along her leg as she flexed her ankles and toes. I glanced at the mantle clock as I entered the room and noticed it was about 9:30. We had arrived at my house around 8:15. Had we been going at it that long?

“Dan,” she said as I handed over her glass and slid down alongside her. “We need to be clear about something.”

Trouble? “What?” I asked.

“The Gallery. I think I’d like to keep seeing you, but I need to explain how things have to work. There are at least a couple of reasons the boss doesn’t like us to date customers. One is that you never know if some guy is an undercover cop trying to make a prostitution or pandering bust. Lewd conduct, that sort of thing. It’s happened. I doubt a cop would try to come in wearing pantyhose, so I knew you weren’t one. The other is that boyfriends can tend to get a little possessive and start trouble at the lounge when they think a guy is getting too friendly, if you know what I mean. I can’t have that. The job pays well and allows me some flexibility with classes and I won’t risk it. Plus, the way I act at The Gallery is me and I don’t intend to change. Do you have a problem with that? I need to know.”

Relief washed over my concern. “From my marriage, I’ve learned a couple of things. Even a marriage license doesn’t mean you own someone. You have to let people be themselves or the relationship has one strike against it right away. I think that’s why the divorce rate is so high. People get married expecting to be able to change the flaws they see in their partners, and eventually they realize it isn’t going to happen, or the partners get frustrated in having to live with rules of behavior they didn’t expect to live under. Either way, it puts a wall between them that eventually falls on them. There are exceptions with self-destructive behaviors such as drug or alcohol addiction, but otherwise you have to take people as they are. The second is to be honest up front. The divorce in that sense was my fault. I shouldn’t have hidden a part of who I am from her. As much as we loved other aspects of each other, the marriage should have never happened.

“The direct answer to your question is no. The truth is that it’s your personality, which until tonight I only had your behavior at The Gallery to go by, is what attracted me to you more than the other girls there. I’m speaking of Angie and Dana specifically (the other servers I was most acquainted with). I think you are all knockouts. How could I ask you to change from what drew me to you to begin with? To be shamefully honest, if one of them had been interested in me, I don’t think I would have refused either one of them, but you are the one I would have picked if I had the choice. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve fantasized about being with you. You’re beautiful, your voice is like music, and even your flirting with the other guys at The Gallery turns me on. I’m under no illusions about our relationship. I must be at least 10 years older than you, although I don’t think of myself as having “older” interests or attitudes. I don’t know who your friends are or if I would fit in. I hope I’ll have the chance to find out and I hope you’ll want to learn more about me. I’m definitely “in lust” with you, and 10 years ago I’d probably think I’m in love with you, but I’m hopefully a little wiser now. It takes more than sexual attraction to make a relationship last. There are so many unknown facets of you that I’ve yet to discover – your likes, your dislikes, your moods – before I can say I’m in love. I do know that so far you are everything I could dream of and I want to know you even better.

“If we do continue to see each other, there are some things you need to know about me and my love of hosiery. I don’t wear pantyhose because women wear them, although I certainly love to see, and feel when I can, them in hose. I love how they feel and how they look, and I’m not very secretive about it. I wear socks at The Gallery because of the other clientele there and don’t want to cause any trouble. Most of the time, I don’t wear socks. When it’s not too hot, I even cycle with pantyhose or tights with my bike shorts. The guys I cycle with, straight as far as I know but I really don’t care, don’t have a problem with it, and most of my neighbors have seen me. That’s who I am. If that’s a problem with you, you need to let me know. We can certainly have fun with each other, and I hope we have LOTS, but I hope you can understand that my expectations are cautious as far as a long term relationship.”

She looked into my eyes looking for what I don’t know. “I think that is the most direct and honest a guy has ever been with me. I think I want to know more, but later. So far, all I’ve seen of your home is the kitchen and the den. When do I get to see the rest, like the bedroom for instance? Ooh,” she said as my cock started to rise at the implications, “does that mean you have recovered enough for more fun and games?”

“Your wish is my command, I said rising to my feet and pulling her up. “This way for the grand tour.”

She stopped to pick up her bag, which I had totally forgotten about. “What’s in there, anyway?”

“You’ll see soon enough. Now lead on.”

CHAPTER 5

I gave her a cursory tour of the downstairs, showing her the back room where I did most of my home work. Computer equipment practically filled the room. “I also put together systems as well as fix them. Now this way to my private world,” as I led her up the staircase. She reached out to snap the waistband of my hose. “If you aren’t careful, we might not make it all the way up and you’ll have to see the rest some other time,” I said as I reached back to tweak a nipple.

“OK, OK. But that shiny ass is making me horny again. Is this what guys think about when they follow a woman up the stairs?”

“Always. And we never get tired of it.”

We continued the tour, both of us anxious to reach our final destination. Spare bedroom, exercise room, media room, guest bath, and finally, the bedroom.

She gazed at the bed. “Geez. Is it big enough? You could have a party in that bed!”

“California king. Good sales pitch. What can I say? The room looked kind of vacant with a double. It took forever to fill.”

“A water bed!?”

“Actually, it’s called a floatation system. It’s several tubes side by side under a shell. No sloshing and it takes regular sheets. The best of both worlds.”

“We’ll have to see. Can I take a shower first? Right now I feel like I’m sloppy seconds.” Her pantyhose were covered in cum stains. Mine, being black, looked even worse.

“We could shower together,” I said. Visions of every shower scene I’d ever seen were flashing through my imagination.

“Uh, uh. That would spoil the surprise.” She patted the bag. “Shall we flip to see who gets which shower?”

“Please take the master bath. I insist.”

“Thank you. When I asked you at dinner about bodystockings, you indicated that you had tried them. Do you have any now?”

I had anticipated round two to be naked, but this was an opportunity too good to pass on. “Actually, I do. Tan or black?”

“I’ve seen you in black. I think tan this time.”

I walked into the pass-through wardrobe room that led to the master bath and opened the appropriate drawer. She followed close behind. Looking around me, she glanced into the drawer. It was full of nothing but hosiery in sub-divided compartments. “I suppose this looks compulsive, but it’s more impulsive. When I see a style I haven’t tried, I buy a pair or two. If they have a good feel, I buy more. I’ve lost track of the times I’ve found a style I really liked to have them discontinued. Hanes Alive and Well was the last victim. I just seem to buy them faster than I wear them out.” I grabbed a bodystocking from its berth and slid the drawer shut.

“Ok, now. Scoot!” she ordered. “I need about 15 minutes.”

I raced to the other bath, and discarded the torn pair while the water warmed. As I soaped up, I ran through the possibilities of what she would wear. Stockings and garters with a half bra and crotchless panties? Stocking and garters over seamless pantyhose? Did she also have a bodystocking? My cock was already hard by the time I turned off the water and rapidly dried off. My erection made it a bit hard to get my cock through the hole in the crotch. I almost had to bend over double to poke it through, but I finally made it and proceeded to raise the rest up my chest before putting my arms into the full- length sleeves. A little cologne - including a quick spritz down under - to finish off and I dashed back to the bedroom. 10 minutes. I could hear the water in the master bath just being turned off. I walked to the far side of the bed and began to fold the bedspread down to the foot. Before turning down the sheet, I turned to the end table and activated the music system to begin the mp3 selections I had programmed into the system earlier that day. Oops, one more important detail. I circled around the room lighting the few dozen candles I had placed about the room. Hey, women are supposed to be suckers for candlelight. 13 minutes. The opening instrumental to Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight” was beating out its exotic rhythm as I climbed into the bed and faced toward the bath. I hadn’t noticed before, but she had closed the pocket door to the wardrobe.

I had only a few moments of absently stroking my dick, thinking about how she might be dressed when she called out. “Are you ready?”

“Am I ever!” I couldn’t have timed it better if I had planned it. Just before the door began to slide open, the drum opening was nearing its completion. The night light from the bath silhouetted her and the sheer black mist of the robe she was wearing. Her arms were raised slightly above her head as she pushed the door fully open. The robe spread out like a halo around her form. The outline of her hips and legs swayed seductively in the backlighting as her head rolled in a circle causing her hair to fall first to the left and then to the right, glowing in the backlighting. No dancer I had even seen on the stage had ever made such a seductive entrance. Phil’s vocal began as she slowly padded into the room. “I can feel it coming in the air toni-ight. Oh, Lo-ord.” As she moved into the candlelight, I could see she was covered from neck to toe in something darker beneath the gown. Bodystocking it was! When she lifted a knee up on the edge of the bed, I could see a darker design, almost like black flames creeping up the sides of her leg.

“Are you really ready, lover?” She placed her hands up on the mattress to crawl across to my side. “My, are these sheets satin?” Her other leg came up.

“Actually, they’re nylon. Satin has a grain to it that these don’t have. Smoothness in all directions.”

I sat up to meet her as she enveloped me in her silky robe. We locked into an embrace, our lips meeting, tongues searching each others recesses. After a few seconds, we fell on our sides in an erotic symphony of nylon textures and searching hands. By touch alone I found the boundaries of her sheathed body. The spaghetti strapped bodystocking barely covered her luscious breasts and I could feel her nipples were already hard. I opened the front of her gown and moved my lips down to suck gently on an upper breast. My right hand traced down her side to her hip and slowly traced across her thigh toward her warm juncture. Our first session had been so heated, I had never had the chance to explore her pussy. I could feel a narrow wedge of closely cropped hair above her otherwise smoothly shaved mound. I explored further down with my middle finger, parting her labia and feeling the soft cleft between them. Moving back up slightly, I teased her hard clitoris from beneath its hood and made small circles with my fingertip.

“Mmmm. Right there. Slow and easy.” Her hands were also busy. Her lower hand massaged the back of my head and neck as I suckled, while her upper hand stroked first along my side and back, then my nylon encased arm, lightly scraping her nails back and forth, pinching and releasing the nylon.

I moved my upper leg forward between her legs, parting them for easier access to her center. I slid my finger down to her vaginal entrance, hooking the first knuckle within to draw out some of her moisture and bringing it back up to lubricate her clit. My leg began to slide up and down between hers. My toes danced along the back of her calf to her ankle, first one leg, then the other. I could almost hear the rasp of nylon against nylon. I reached down for more of her liquid gold, burying my finger fully within her this time and swirling around before again returning to her stiff button. I could feel her pressing back.

I raised my leg higher to press firmly against her crotch and hooked it around her lower leg for an anchor. Slowly and rhythmically, I humped my leg forward and back, pressing my upper thigh against her mons. My hand moved around to squeeze her ripe buttock and used it to push back against my forward movements. I had managed to move my lower arm out from beneath her to massage her lower breast as I move upward to plant my lips on hers.

She had also managed to free her lower arm and reached between us to find my cock and lightly wrap her fingers around my shaft. She used that same upward pulling motion her pussy had applied earlier, drawing upward each time my hips moved back, sliding back down as I pushed. Her mouth began to work its same magic on my tongue as it had before, trying to deep throat it as her own tongue swirled around it

Before long, she started humping faster, her first orgasm building. Her pussy pressed harder against my thigh. “Unh hunh, unh hunh. Oh yeah, oh yeah. OOhhh! OOhh! YEAAAHHH! She panted rapidly, moving her hips quickly, then squeezing my leg tightly between hers as she went over the edge. I felt her wet warmth spread along my thigh.

I rolled her more fully on her back, pressing my weight more fully on her before lifting slightly to place my other leg between hers. Slowly, I slid downward, belly to belly, then chest to belly as I paused to briefly suck on each nipple. Lower I slid, dragging my body across her pussy. She anticipated me, spreading her legs to the side as my tongue swirled on her belly button. My arms reached beneath her thighs, lifting them slightly as my mouth finished its journey toward her cleft. Framed in black nylon was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Her labia were spread apart like an opening flower as my tongue danced on her clitoris. My hands stroked the back of her thighs, pushing them even wider. I could smell her musk, yet there was something else. Something sweet. My lips pulled on her outer labia, stretching them up, then releasing, drawing a light gasp from above me. Finally, I snaked my tongue down into her hole. What is 3;? Strawberry! The little minx had used a flavored douche! I bored in, lapping my tongue into her hole like a starved maniac. I moved my left hand over to find her clit and I strummed it steadily.

She grasped the back of her thighs and pulled upward, further opening my access. I moved my right hand down to her honey pot and pushed in one, then two fingers into her, pulling more juices from her. I could sense her arousal building again, long moans emanating from deep within her. I pulled the hood of her clit up and began long licks through her furrow, ending with vibrating the tip of my tongue on her clit at the end of each stroke. Three fingers now. Deep. My middle finger found her G-spot. I diddled it rapidly and at the same time locked my lips on her clit, sucking hard.

That did it. She screamed. “OOOOHHHH! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH. I’M CUMMIGGGG!!!!” My fingers became drenched and I moved my mouth back down to suck up the juices that were draining from her. I continued to massage her G-spot. “Oh, God! Oh, God! She convulsed again and screamed I think she hit high C.

I looked up. Her breasts heaved up as she drew in deep breaths. “Son of a bitch! That was good! That was REAL good! Damn, lover. Who taught you that?”

“What? Cunnilingus?”

“No. I mean this in the most complimentary terms, but you make love like a lesbian!

!!!??? “Nobody’s ever said that to me. What do you mean?”

“Everything! The pace, the scissors, my G-spot, the timing. Everything. It’s like you were in my head.”

“Oh. Too many lonely hours watching video tapes, I guess.”

“Video? Oh, porn! You watch lesbians?”

“Yeah. I think it’s much more sensual and erotic than watching some stud hammering away in a pussy.”

“You continue to surprise me, Dan. Have you ever actually watched two women have sex?”

“I haven’t had the pleasure. Maybe someday if I’m lucky.”

“Maybe. Who knows. Swing yourself around here. It’s your turn. I want your cock.”

I swung my feet toward the headboard, hoping she would get into a 69. I wanted more of that strawberry pussy.

My wish was granted. She swung her leg over me and settled into a crouch over me. I reached up to pull her ass down and guide her snatch to my mouth. At the opposite end of the bed, I felt her wrap her fingers around the base of my cock as her tongue began to bathe the head and work its way down and around my shaft. I began to bathe her own crotch, pulling my tongue in long strokes from clit to vagina, lapping up the juices that were still leaking from her hole.

I then felt the warmth of her mouth enveloping me, sliding downward half its length and back up. Each time it felt like she descended slightly lower until I felt my crown hit the back of her mouth. Several times she bobbed like that until I felt what I had always dreamed of happening but had never experienced. My cock passed beyond and into her throat. She lightly cupped my scrotum and began to gently knead my balls as her head bobbed up and all the way back down. Her other hand firmly stroked the inside of my thigh from crotch to knee. I didn’t know how much of this new sensation I could take before exploding and I still wanted to get down to some old-fashioned fucking. I started to warn her that she was getting me close, when her pace picked up and was literally fucking me hard with her throat. I had all but forgotten her pussy as I was gripped in a mix of panic and pleasure as she seemed determined to bring me off. My nuts began to tighten and my dick swelled as I knew it was too late. “Gonna cum!” I moaned.

She obviously knew. Her head dropped to the base, taking me all the way in as I pulsed and began to shoot down her throat. She pressed onto my balls almost like she was trying to force more of my cum from them. “Oohh God,” I cried and held onto her butt for dear life as each contraction of my groin pushed more of my seed into her waiting gullet.

Finally spent, I felt limp all over. “I’m sorry,” I said facing the ceiling. I didn’t mean to cum so soon.”

She lifted off my cock, sucking and licking the remains that didn’t go down her throat. “Don’t worry lover,” she purred back to me. “I wanted it. That’s only part one.” “Now the real fun begins!” She descended back to my softening member, drawing it back up into the vacuum of her mouth and releasing it. And again, her hand alternately pulling the skin of my dick tight for her tongue to swirl around the crown, then back into the welcome warmth of her mouth.

It was then I remembered my manners and returned to my ministrations on her juicy slit. “Fine,” I thought. “Two can play that game.” I spread her labia apart with my thumbs and began to “eat box” as she called it with a new dedication. I probed, I licked, I swirled, and sucked her clit with abandon. She was soon coming, shaking her quivering snatch and drenching my face with her juices. That’s one, I counted and began again. I alternately kneaded the globes of her ass beneath her bodystocking and stroked her thighs while munching on her pussy like a man possessed. I could feel the differences in texture of the knitted-in pattern on her legs and followed the edges of it along her thighs back up to her butt. Like racing stripes. “Let’s see how racy she is,” I thought devilishly as my hands spread her cheeks and rubbed my thumb along her perineum. She pushed back! Her quivering began again and I was rewarded with a new flood of her cream. Two!

Taking that as a go-ahead, I dipped my thumb into her pussy to borrow some lubrication and then began to press back onto her nether hole in a circling motion as I used my other thumb to help pull her asshole open. My thumb slipped in easier than I had expected. The inside of her anal canal was already slippery and I plunged my thumb full length into her burning tunnel. Damn! She had already filled her ass with lubricant! Was there no end of surprises to this girl? I clamped down on her clit with my mouth and sucked hard as I frigged her ass with my thumb. She shook hard. Three! She kept shaking. No, she was thrashing! I had her riding a succession of orgasms as her pussy was flooding, practically drowning my nose which was directly lined up with her pussy hole.

She was so gripped in the throes of her orgasms that she was up on her arms, pressing her ass harder onto my face. Her grunts and cries could have waked the dead. My cock certainly wasn’t dead anymore. I was so rock hard it hurt. I rolled her off me, and after quickly rubbing my face with the rumpled sheets to wipe off the excess, I scrambled around to face her.

She was more than ready, pulling her legs up and apart with her arms to present me with her treasure. I was possessed and immediately sank in to her core and started gliding my cock into her with long rapid strokes. She was still on the crest and thrashed her head side to side while she bucked against me stroke for stroke. She released her grip on her legs and grabbed her breasts to squeeze and knead them roughly as she rode her plateau.

I began to slow down my pace and pulled her legs down to extend beside my own in the classic missionary position. I leaned forward to put more pressure on her mound and clit and bumped into it hard on each down stroke. She was too far gone to kiss, practically shrieking through her orgasms.

My arms were beginning to tire from holding myself above her, so I decided to spring one more surprise on her. I lifted my left leg over to cross over to the outside of hers, and then did the same with the other to assume almost a reverse missionary with her legs sandwiched between mine. I then brought my legs forward (If you aren’t limber, don’t even think of trying it. It’s almost like doing a split to accomplish the transition without uncoupling.) into a crouch in a mirror of the position we were in down in the den earlier.

Her eyes flew open. The sensation of her legs clamped together with my raging cock sawing against her clitoris was obviously something SHE had never experienced. “Oh 3; My 3;. GOD!” she screamed almost incoherently and her whole body tightened and spasmed. “Oh 3;My 3;.GOD!!!!” She screamed as her next orgasm hit her full force, and then froze like she had been stunned before falling limp. She had passed out. Just the idea that I caused a woman to cum so hard pushed me over the edge. I came hard too.

CHAPTER 6

I rolled off and looked back at her. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed in deep breaths. The top of her black bodystocking was pulled down under her breasts, cutting into them. She must have done that, but I couldn’t clearly remember. I lifted the gossamer fabric back over them, just covering her nipples. I lazily grazed my hand down over them and traced down to her belly and back, drinking in her silent beauty while I waited for her to awaken. It was only a minute or so before she began to stir. “Ooh, baby. I think I just had an out of body experience.” Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked around to locate me at her side. “How’d you get over there?” she asked puzzled.

“You passed out.”

“How long?”

“Maybe a minute. Are you OK?”

“Better than OK. I think I’ll be walking bowlegged for a week though.” She gingerly rubbed her mound. “What video did you learn THAT from? I’ve NEVER heard of THAT position!

I assumed she meant our last position. “Self-taught. I’ve only done that once before and it was a kind of spur of the moment inspiration. The results weren’t quite that spectacular, though. I came almost immediately that time. I decided to try it again because I thought I’d be able to last this time.”

“Now you know why I brought you off so fast the first time. Guys always go longer the second time around. One of my roommates taught me that.”

“I thought you said your roommate was female.”

“Girl talk. We share.”

“Does she know about me?”

“Oh, yes. In fact you know her.” She was teasing, forcing me to ask.

??? “I do?”

“Uh, huh. Angie. After I tell her about tonight, she’s going to want to jump your bones too.”

My mind dropped into neutral. I didn’t know what to make of that last statement. Was she suggesting that she was OK with me having sex with Angie, or warning me?”

She must have read my deer-in-the-headlights expression. “I’ve surprised you again, I see. It’s OK, really. We share everything, including each other. We’re very close. The truth is Angie and I are more than just roommates, if you catch my drift.”

Out of neutral into high gear. I think I had just been propositioned for a three way with two of the most foxy and uninhibited girls I had ever met. Did I pass out too and was only dreaming this? “Pinch me. No, don’t pinch me. If this is a dream I don’t want to wake up. Do you know how many men dream of hearing what I just thought I heard?”

“You earned it. I’ll have to see if Angie’s free on Sunday first, but I definitely want to show you off. By the way, what time is it?”

I looked past her shoulder to the clock on the nightstand. “Almost 11:30. I guess I need to get you back to your car.”

She leaned over to kiss me. “’Fraid so. I’m too sore to go anymore tonight anyway. My pussy, anyway. Let’s leave something for next time.” She rolled to the side of the bed and stood up to walk back to the bathroom. This time, SHE was staggering. She pulled the door closed behind her as I realized I needed to use the bathroom myself. When I returned from the hall, she was already dressed in a denim wrap skirt and a knit pullover. I noticed she still had on her bodystocking by the flame design on her legs. I quickly put on my pants and shirt and we both went back to the den to retrieve our shoes and gather her earlier abandoned attire.

When we arrived back at Michael’s, I pulled beside her car. “Wait just a second,” I said as she was already opening the door. I reached for a business card from the console and wrote a number on the back of it. “That’s my home number in case you need to call.” I leaned over, we exchanged a last kiss, and then she was out the door and walking over to her car. As I watched her shapely ass, I mused “Yes, there are some territories left to explore.”

I was beat as I finally got back to my bedroom and viewed the total mess the bed was in. It looked like a hurricane had hit it and the smell of pure sex still hung in the air. “Tomorrow’s a laundry day for sure,” I thought as I wandered over to the guest room and fell into the bed there.

 CHAPTER 7 All day Friday I barely kept my mind on my work. The night before seemed to be in a continuous replay in my thoughts and more than once I caught myself staring vacantly into space, hardly believing last night actually happened. When I returned home, the bed bore mute witness to the truth. The stains on the sheets were both a pleasant reminder and a confirmation that indeed it was time to do some serious laundry. I had completely stripped the sheets as well as the mattress pad when I finally noticed the answering machine blinking the presence of a waiting message.
“Hi. Guess who. I didn’t get a chance to talk to Angie until this morning. Hell, I was barely able to stay awake in the shower last night! Anyway, Angie’s free Sunday so call me tonight and we’ll figure out when we can get together. Actually, she wasn’t free, but after I told her about last night, she can’t wait! Take your vitamins stud. You’re gonna need them!”

The laundry was going to have to wait. My sudden erection needed some immediate attention.

After I completed “relieving” my problem, which didn’t take long with all of the permutations and combinations I was visualizing, I tried calling Christy. They weren’t in, so I left a message that if I couldn’t reach them later, I would stop in at The Gallery Saturday. The rest of the evening was spent spot cleaning laundry and the den carpet in preparation for Sunday in case we decided on my place.

Saturday morning was my regular 25 mile bike tour with the group of guys I had been regularly riding with. Twenty of us showed up for today’s ride. There was one noticeable difference on this outing. Jerry, one of the guys who had admitted to trying support pantyhose under his cycling tights had decided to be bolder, and for the first time wore them with Lycra bike shorts. I complimented him on his “nice legs.”

“Go easy, Dan. Don’t make me regret this.”

“Far from it. They look great!” I was guessing they were Hanes Alive in Little Color, the same as my usual choice. “So what made you decide to finally make the leap?”

“I wore them last week under my full-length tights, and although my legs did feel a lot better at the end, it was just too hot with both. I decided if an old man like you (Jerry was in his mid-twenties.) had the balls to do it, I could too.”

“Glad to finally have some company. Who knows, maybe some girls will notice you and want to check you out further.”

“Yeah, right. In your dreams.”

“You never know, Jerry. You never know,” I replied. It was all I could do not to tell him just how true it could be.

We all took off down the road. I was in the middle of the pack. Jerry started near the rear. The first 5 miles was fairly flat, then we started ascending into the foothills. About half-way up the slopes, most of the older members like me started slowly sliding toward the rear of the pack. Jerry finally got tired of hanging behind us (he’s only 25) and eventually started passing to keep up with the lead group. The sun was fully out and the shine from his pantyhose was unmistakable. I couldn’t help but admire the look of his gleaming muscular legs pumping as he stood on the pedals to accelerate past us. I wasn’t thinking sexually, but thinking more of how could a woman not like that sight. Cultural conditioning, I guess. There certainly wasn’t anything feminine about his appearance I thought, aside from the pantyhose themselves, as his thighs and calves stood out in roped relief with each stroke.

At the summit, we stopped for a 20 minute break at a roadside picnic area before we would begin the return trip. Everybody lined up to refill water bottles, then spread out to find a comfortable place to snack and rest. Jerry picked out a tree near me to lean against, and we just sat for a few minutes allowing our pulse rates and breathing to settle. I noticed him idly stroking his hand up and down his nylonned thighs. His eyes were closed and his head leaned back against the tree.

“They do feel good, don’t they?” I asked.

He opened his eyes and looked in my direction to see if I was talking to him. “Hunh? Oh.” he said as he realized what he was doing and pulled his hand back.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed about. That’s one of the reasons we love to have women wear them, so we can rub our hands on THEIR hose-covered legs. Most men are reluctant to admit it, but I know it’s true. Aside from their usual complaints, I think women do too. I rarely see a woman wearing hose that doesn’t occasionally start rubbing her own hand on her legs.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said somewhat sheepishly and started absently stroking his leg again. “Too bad they get uptight like you’re a freak if you make it too obvious. I can only imagine what they think of a guy wearing them.”

“Some of them like it,” I said flatly.

“Like you’d know. I thought you said the other week you hadn’t dated in a long while.”

“I dated a girl this week who loved it. I’m pretty sure that’s why she dated me.” I couldn’t keep this quiet forever, could I? Yeah, I know definitely that’s why she dated me, but I didn’t want to be too blatant.

“How do you figure that?” I had his interest.

“We’ve been what I guess you would call friendly acquaintances for a while. Tuesday, she found out I was wearing pantyhose under my slacks. Then next thing I know, I’ve got her phone number. We’ve dated once already.”

“How did it go?”

“We’re seeing each other again tomorrow. She really digs it that I wear hose.”

“Does she have a friend?” If I couldn’t guess already, that clinched it. Jerry had the “nylon” gene. I tried not to look, but the crotch of his bike shorts was expanding.

“I’ll ask. (Not until I had a chance to be with both Christy and Angie at once, though. I didn’t want to miss the chance of THAT fantasy coming true!) Well, it looks like everybody’s starting to head for their bikes,” I said getting up being careful not to snag my own hose on the ground.

Thank goodness the ride back was mostly downhill. My legs were still feeling a bit sore from the climb.

It was 1:30 PM before I had gone home, cleaned up, and finally made it to The Gallery. As usual, the place was hopping on a Saturday afternoon. Christy didn’t notice me until I had already been sitting for a few minutes and had watched her going about her usual routine as flirtatious as ever. She finally saw me and soon was bouncing over with my drink.

“Hi, sweetie! You haven’t chickened out, have you?” as she placed my drink down and sat beside me, reaching above my ankle to confirm my legs were encased in nylon.

“I’d have to be pushing up daisies first. A chance like that, with two of his favorite fantasies at the same time, is not something many guys ever get the chance to have.”

“Fantasies? I thought I was your fantasy!” she said with mock disappointment.

“You are in all my fantasies, my dear. Sometimes there are guest appearances.”

“Oohh! I’m intrigued! You’ll have to tell me about those later. So, would it be OK if we came over to your place again? I want Angie to see your house, especially that huge bed.”

“Name the time.”

“How about 1 PM. We’ll even bring lunch.”

“One it is.” I was thinking of a couple of “box” lunches I hoped to have. My cock was agreeing as the sudden pressure forced me to surreptitiously reposition myself.

“Great! I’ve got to get back to work now, but you’ll stay for awhile, I hope.”

“I’ve got an hour or two.” Hell, it was going to be 15 minutes before I could walk straight up without tenting my pants. I watched her shuffle away to the customers seated along the stage, admiring her shapely nylonned legs and barely covered butt while she bent to take customers’ orders, leaning closely to hear them over the music. The back seam was molded into the cleft of her ass and her cheeks just barely protruded below the hem of the legs. A couple of guys cautiously brushed their dangling hands along her legs as they gave her their orders. She handled them in her usual flirtatious way by bumping her hip against their shoulders to indirectly knock their arms away and tousling their hair as she moved to take the next guy’s order.

I was so glued to the sight it was a few minutes before I finally looked up to scan around the room. Angie was working the other side of the stage. She was wearing what appeared to be a bright green bikini top and satin short shorts that were rolled half way down her butt. A matching green thong rose the rest of the way up her butt to her hips. I could tell she was also wearing flesh toned pantyhose because the waistband peeked slightly above the thong when she bent over. Angie, a brunette, is a bit taller than Christy, maybe 5’7”. Her breasts were slightly fuller, definitely a C cup, and her hips were slightly wider along with a more rounded ass. One might think Angie was more physically attractive than Christy, and perhaps I’d have to concede the point, but I’d give the nod to Christy on personality. Angie, while also a flirt, had a more assertive air to her. I’ve seen her knock guys out of their chairs when they’ve gotten too grabby. Christy has an almost childlike playfulness in comparison. I can see why boyfriends might want to be a bit protective, but over the months I had been coming here, I knew she could manage customers on her own. Then again, Bob, the bouncer, always kept a watchful eye. If the two of them were indeed getting it on with each other, which I had little doubt, my bet is that Angie was usually on top. I couldn’t wait to find out if I was right.

When she got back to the bar, Christy was also there waiting for her orders and I could see them conversing. Angie looked my way and waved, then turned away and dropped her shorts almost completely below her ass to moon me from across the room, wiggling her butt. I could just barely see a flash of green below her cheeks where her thong reappeared below her ass. There goes another 15 minutes. The servers really don’t have assigned areas and each eventually roams the entire room, so it was Angie who delivered my refill about 15 minutes later.

“My, my, stud. I hear you had some fun the other night, “she said as she leaned into me while placing my drink on the table with one hand and wrapping her other arm around my neck. My face was practically pressed into her left breast, glistening with slight perspiration. I could smell that she and Christy wore different colognes. Angie’s cologne was a, sweet, almost fruity scent, like Obsession. Christy’s cologne was more like flowers in a field. Victoria’s Secret Heavenly? Their scents matched their personalities. Sultry brunette versus blonde nymph.

“Guilty, I suppose, although I hope the enjoyment was mutual. That’s some trick you taught her.”

“Oh, the cumsucker? She said you liked that.” Damn, they really did tell each other everything. “I hear you have a trick or two yourself. You ARE going to share that aren’t you?”

I assumed she meant my straddling position. If I had any doubts of what was on Sunday’s agenda, they were gone now. “I hope I won’t be too disappointing,” I replied humbly. Actually, there was a variation of that I hoped to try on her. “I’ve never been assaulted by two women at the same time, so I’m just hoping I can keep up with you two.” I felt I was sounding kind of sappy with this exchange.

“We’ll have all day to find out, won’t we? Have you ever played “penalty twister?”

“Uh, no?”

“Then you have a day to think about what it might be. We’ll find out just how limber you are. Be sure to get to bed early tonight. We’ve got lots of games in mind.” With that, she picked up my customary $10 bill, and sauntered off with an exaggerated sway of her hips. She didn’t leave change. I never ask for any.

Not too long after, as I spent the time alternating between watching the dancers on the stage (when they weren’t hanging from the pole on the stage 3;I can only imagine how strong their thighs must be.) and tracking Christy and Angie around the room, I was unexpectedly bumped from behind. I turned one way, and seeing nobody there, looked the other. There was Dana, looking back as she walked away, smiling and giving a little wave. It wasn’t as though I didn’t also spend some time admiring her: she was as I mentioned earlier a knockout too. She was wearing a t-shirt knotted below her breasts and tight track shorts which opened at the hips all the way to the waist. Her pantyhose were more of a taupe color and a bit shinier than either of the pair Christy or Angie were wearing and I could make out just a bit of reinforcement at the waist that showed beneath the narrow fabric on her hips. Ultra sheer? Quite fancy for everyday wear. Physically, Dana was slightly less fully endowed than Angie; her appearance was more athletic and very leggy. What surprised me was that Dana was ordinarily very businesslike. Smiling, polite, and friendly, but she never engaged in the horseplay that the others did. The only time she had ever bumped against me, she had apologized. Now she was teasing, suggesting a connection between her and my other two angels I hadn’t suspected. There goes another 15 minutes and I need to take a leak!

I finally managed to take care of business and when I returned there was already a refill at my table. I waved down Christy and asked her who I owed for the drink. She said Dana had brought it by. “What’s up with Dana?” I asked. “She’s acting more friendly, for lack of a better word, than she usually is. Is she a roommate too?”>P> “Oh, no. We’re all good friends and we talk. Let’s just say you are an ‘item’ right now. She has a boyfriend, but I don’t think she has been too happy with him lately. Hmmm. I haven’t thought about that.”

“Go easy. There’s only one of me, and multiple orgasms are regretfully reserved for women.”

“You might surprise yourself,” she said enigmatically. “Oh, well. Back to work.”

“Here,” I said, and fished out a twenty. “Give this to Dana. If I’m any judge, those pantyhose she’s wearing aren’t cheap. They look great on her. Pass on my compliments.”

“Count on it,” she replied. She gave me a peck on the cheek and scurried away.

I looked at my watch. Oops, time to leave. I was expecting a delivery at my house in an hour.

An hour and 15 minutes later, I was guiding 2 very strong guys around the side of the garage down to the basement floor. They were guiding a hand truck loaded with my latest toy, a 54 inch HDTV console. A few more goodies were waiting on the truck to complete the package. It took a full hour more to get everything uncrated, connected, and tested before the installation crew left. I had been waiting two weeks for this present to myself and now it was mine. I hadn’t shown Christy this part of the house on her first visit; I was more interested in the upstairs that night.

Ordinarily, I suppose a house with this floor plan would have the basement double as a garage with the other half to be used as either a playroom, shop, or storage. The odd slope of my lot made it more practical to attach a garage at the main level (as well as not having to go up and down an extra flight of stairs when bringing in groceries and such). This had left the full basement to work with as potential living space, complete with plumbing. Over the last few years with occasional sub-contracting work by plumbers, electricians, and rough carpenters, the basement had been transformed into a rather large recreation room with a windowed view to a screened patio and French doors for access. A wet bar had been built at one rear corner. On the opposite side, almost one-third of the total floor space had been converted to a private bedroom suite complete with a full bath. The laundry room was in the remaining space between the bath and the front of the house, which was also where the stairs landed. OK, maybe I’m bragging, but this represented 4 years of part-time work that was finally coming together. The HDTV was the latest and almost final addition. I still couldn’t decide whether I wanted a pool table or not. The space was there, but the desire was iffy. In the meantime, there was a lot of open floor space lined with incidental furniture, a couple of fairly inexpensive couches and one very expensive leather recliner for yours truly to watch TV in. If we indeed played Twister at some point, this was probably the best location for it. For now, I had a few DVD’s to test on my new toy.

CHAPTER 8

Sunday arrived and I felt as nervous as someone on a job interview and kept looking out the window at every sound I heard outside. I figured I may as well wear shorts since I doubted we would be going out anywhere. Under my shorts I wore a pair of Hanes Resilience Sheer to Waist in Barely There that I had already “doctored” with a razor to remove the crotch and slice partially up the front seam. I was ready.

About 10 minutes before 1:00 I heard a car in the driveway. They had arrived. I looked out to see them removing a couple of grocery bags and each had a large shoulder bag whose contents I imagined were similar to what Christy had brought Thursday. Angie was on the near side and I could see she wore a simple print sun dress which showed the electric blue straps of her bra at the top, and revealed about a foot of shimmery navy hose covered thighs above her knees. As she moved, I realized by the moiré interference patterns on her legs that she was wearing a second pair of hose beneath the navy ones. My cock started stirring in my shorts. As Christy came around the rear of the car, I could finally see her off-black hosed legs extending below a wrap skirt similar to the one she wore before. On top was a Gallery logo t-shirt that hung over the skirt. I could imagine the tongues in the neighborhood starting to wag already. Let ‘em.

I opened the door as they reached the porch. “Meals-on-wheels never looked this good, I’ll bet,” I said with my eyes drinking in the sight.

Not about to be one-upped, Angie replied, “You’d better be good and hungry, because we have ALL SORTS of stuff to eat,” and wiggled her hips. “Nice legs, buddy!” she leered back scanning her eyes down and up. “Does your girlfriend know you dress that way?”

“Oh, yeah,” Christy volunteered from behind. “You should see him black!”

I exchanged brief kisses with them at the doorway before they proceeded with their armloads of bounty back toward the kitchen.

“I hope you have drinks to go with this stuff. We only brought the food,” Angie called back.

“Anything you like, I’ve probably got it.”

“I hope so,” Angie smirked with an obvious double meaning. For now I could use a bourbon and coke.”

“Just another glass of that wine for me,” Christy chimed in.

“I’ll be right back with the bourbon. It’s downstairs.”

“Downstairs?” Christy asked. “You didn’t show me a downstairs,” she said with mock hurt.

“I was so intent on showing you the upstairs I completely forgot. Come on down for the rest of the tour.”

We all proceeded down the steps. “HOLY SHIT!” Christy exclaimed when she neared the bottom and could see the main room. “Just how big IS this house?”

“I don’t really know. Around 3,000 square feet if you include the basement. Maybe more.” I proceeded to the bar to fix drinks while they wandered around. “The TV came yesterday.”

Christy was wandering around in a daze, peeking into the spare room and bath. “Fixing computers must pay well!”

“Actually, that’s kind of a hobby to keep me busy and feeling like I’m doing something worthwhile,” I replied. I gave them both a condensed version of how my wealthy grandmother had bequeathed me a tidy sum at her death. “That’s how we made a down payment on the house. I’ve been pretty fortunate with investing the rest since then.”

“We?” Angie asked.

“Ex-wife. She couldn’t handle my hosiery ‘addiction’. Thank God for pre-nups.”

“Stupid girl.” She was eyeing the TV. “Do you make home movies for this thing?” She starting scanning along the ceiling.

“I hadn’t thought about it.” I was now, but doubted if I ever would

“I suppose that’s good news. I don’t think I want to be next week’s feature on the Internet.”

“Drinks are ready,” I said and walked over to hand them their glasses.

“We’ll have to come back down later. We’re definitely going to play Twister down here!” Angie remarked as she and Christy started back toward the stairs. I followed last and looked up the stairs at the two pairs of legs above me. I could tell that Angie was definitely wearing thigh-highs over her pantyhose. Christy was a bit lower and my view wasn’t as good, but I could tell by the moiré patterns on her legs that she also was layered.

“Do you like what you see?” asked Christy sensing what I was up to.

“I’d like it more if I could see more,” I replied hopefully.

“Men! Always wanting more,” She chuckled.

“Women! Always teasing,” I shot back. She gave her skirt a slight flip. If they were thigh-highs, they went pretty far up. I almost stumbled trying to get a better look.

At the top of the stairs, Angie turned and suggested I go into the family room and find something interesting on the TV while they got lunch ready. I offered to help, but she said they would take care of it. I then asked if she had any preferences for the tube.

“Certainly not ‘Tool Time’,” she replied, “unless you have an X-rated version.”

I certainly had some X-rated offerings. One came immediately to mind. I had a copy of “Nina Hartley’s Pro-Am Tournament’ that I had found a few years ago at an adult video store. I had done the manager an unknown favor by buying it, because this one was the uncut version that should have never been sent to this state. The Law would have shut him down had they found it. I had been recently converting some of my tapes to DVD to preserve them, and this had been one of the first. I raced into the back room to retrieve it and was soon turning on my equipment in the family room.

A few minutes later, Angie and Christy walked into the room with two loaded trays of submarine sandwiches and chips. They had shed their outer clothing and were now clad in versions of their working attire. Angie was in a matching satin bikini set without her customary overlaying shorts. I could tell now she had on taupe seamless pantyhose under her thigh-high stockings. Christy was wearing a bright red lacy bra and panty set with self-gartered stockings over her pale tan pantyhose. As they moved closer, I also realized through the lace that Christy’s pantyhose were also seamless! They both gave a turn before the joined me on the floor before the couch to reveal they were both wearing thongs. My erection was starting to become noticeable.

“Is it us or the video that’s causing that?” asked Christy as she settled down beside me.

“What video?” I leered. “You two look absolutely to-die for!” I wasn’t kidding.

Angie moved in on my other side and we ate while making commentary on the various combinations and permutations before us on the screen and making mental notes of things to do later. We were pretty much done eating when one of my favorite scenes began. Nina was strapping on a rather formidable dildo which I think was double-ended. I never could tell for certain. She then moved up behind a woman positioned on all fours and began to stroke that monster steadily into the other babe’s pussy. Periodically, she would lean forward to play with the other’s breasts, then even further forward over her back to reach down to diddle the other woman’s clit as she neared climax. Nina seemed to near one of her own as she picked up the pace and started rapidly pumping at the other’s rear. I couldn’t help but start stroking my erection through my shorts. Christy and Angie were apparently as aroused as I was, because they were both rubbing their mounds through their bikinis.

Angie looked down at my active hand. “You like that, huh?”

“Guilty,” I replied. “That’s so damn erotic.”

“You’d like to see that for real, wouldn’t you?” She didn’t wait for the obvious answer. “Christy, I think I know what one event is going to be today.” Christy giggled and started to get up.

“Wait,” I said. “What’s next will really blow your mind.” She sat back down next to me. In the new scene, Nina is sitting on the floor in front of a seated woman whose legs were pulled out and away to allow unhindered access to her waiting pussy. Nina began a running commentary of how special this woman was as she poured some lube on her fingers and started spreading it on the woman’s labia. A little more lube was applied to her crotch and Nina inserted one finger fully into her hole, rhythmically twisting as Nina also moved her finger in and out. My erection was fully hard and I began to massage the front of my shorts. I looked down to the left and right and noticed happily that Christy and Angie were doing likewise. Their legs spread slightly causing their legs to press against mine. I started to slowly move one leg, then the other, up and down along theirs. The sound and feel of nylon against nylon further excited me. Getting into the spirit, both girls started stroking my thighs with their free hands.

By this time, Nina had two fingers in the woman, still giving a monologue on how warm, how soft, how lovely this woman’s pussy felt on her steadily moving fingers. A third finger slid in easily. Christy and Angie were now both pushing the crotches of their panties aside to gain more direct access to their own hot gashes. Angie’s pantyhose were crotchless, so she began sliding two fingers in and out of her own pussy. Christy’s seamless pantyhose had no cutout, but her own fingers still began to press inward, pushing the nylon crotch deeper and deeper into her moist hole and pulling the fabric tighter over her clit. I’ve bought a pair or three of Victoria’s Secrets Seamless Sensations myself (before they were discontinued) and knew full well how much the fabric at the crotch could give by being able to stretch the nylon fully down my 7 inches of meat.

I began to remember the first time I saw this video in a preview booth. I had begun then to start silently begging Nina to “go for four, go for four” as I massaged my erection alone in the booth. I was wrenched from my reverie as Angie’s free hand moved to my crotch and took over stroking my cock. I then moved both arms up and over my angels’ necks to drape over their shoulders and massage their breasts. Nina did indeed slide a fourth finger into the woman’s glistening hole, still talking to the camera and periodically adding more and more lube. I knew what was coming next. Christy and Angie were probably suspecting the same as their dipping fingers began to shift into high gear. They were on the edge. So was I. Then it happened. Without even breaking rhythm, Nina’s thumb folded under and (well, you can probably guess what happened). In and out, left and right, over and over. The woman started bucking. Oh shit! It was going to happen again the same as when I first viewed this scene. I was too far gone. My cock stiffened to rock-hardness and the head began to take on an angry purple hue. “Oh, no! Hand me a napkin quick. I’m gonna BLOW!”

I held out, desperately hoping Christy would grab one, but instead her head dropped to my lap and buried my sword fully into her throat just as I erupted. The first stream jetted down her throat, then she backed off slightly to take the rest into her mouth. It was all I could do not to thrust my hips upward as my balls pumped repeatedly, completely draining me. When my spasms finally ceased, she lifted up, now sitting sideways. Her mouth remained closed, holding my cum. Angie then leaned over and planted her lips solidly on Christy’s and they began to swap my load back and forth. They finally parted, each licking her lips to pick up any that was trying to escape. Angie then turned to me and planted her lips on mine, her tongue searching for entrance to my own mouth. I’ve tasted my own come before experimentally, so I just let it happen. I opened my lips and her cum-coated tongue swirled around and around my own. Somehow it tasted better coming from her. When we broke apart, Christy repeated the act with me.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to cum so soon.” I was both embarrassed and frustrated. It was going to be a while before I was going to be ready for any more action.

“Don’t worry lover,” smiled Christy. “That was SOOOO hot! How did you get that tape?” I told her the history. She looked down at my limp meat and patted it. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll have you up and going in no time.”

Angie rubbed my thigh. “I guess you’ll just have to sit out the next round. I’m sure we can come up with something to inspire you.” Her smile was wicked. “Christy, do you think we can follow that act and bring him back to life?” Without waiting for an answer, she reached for her bag. “Just sit back and relax. Now it’s our turn.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a large wadded rubber mass that unfolded enough for me to see that there was a dildo attached. She stood up and removed her panties and bra. Christy did the same from her sitting position. The rubber getup resembled a pair of latex panties with a long split in the back, and as she started to slide them up her hosed legs, I could now tell that not only was there a dildo attached, but there was a shorter, thicker one also on the inside. I’ve heard of these panties but had never seen a pair. Christy was digging into her own bag and pulled out a squeeze bottle of clear lubricant. After pouring a liberal amount on her crotch and working it into her nylon-sheathed vagina, she tossed the bottle over to Angie, who poured out a small amount into her palm and worked it all over the inner cock of the brief that was now pulled up to within a few inches of her crotch. I just sat there mutely stroking my deflated cock while I watched her insert the intruder and the crotch of her hose into her pussy and pull the briefs snugly to her crotch. It took a bit of wiggling and pulling, but she was finally satisfied everything was in place. Her artificial cock and its molded balls stood straight out in shining ebony glory as she stroked some additional lube onto it. She looked just like a guy pulling his pud as she dropped to her knees and knee-walked over to Christy who was laying bent-kneed on her back and slowly stroking her hole with two fingers.

Angie pulled Christy’s legs over her own and scooted closer to insert her latex cock into its nylon condom. I moved closer to watch and lay on my side, still stroking my own cock back to life. I was mesmerized as I watched the nylon pull tight over Christy’ clit with each long stroke. I could only imagine what Angie was also feeling as her own plug must be squirming in her vagina and stimulating her clit. After a few minutes of stroking, making sure the seamless pantyhose were fully stretched into Christy’s hot tunnel, she pulled out to allow Christy to roll over onto her knees to assume a doggy position. Back in she went, taking long strokes as she reached under with one hand to diddle Christy’s clit. Christy was obviously enjoying it. Her breathing was becoming more labored, and she would occasionally support her weight on one arm so she could rub and squeeze her breasts. Seeing an opportunity to participate, I rolled onto my back and slid my head under Christy’s breasts. She went down on her elbows to press her left breast to my mouth and I began licking and sucking on that sweet globe. I reached under and across with one arm to massage her other breast. Angie’s breathing was also becoming more active and I could tell that the inner dildo was starting to have an effect on her. She began jabbing with shorter, more rapid strokes as she must be nearing an orgasm. Christy was now also panting in audible cries from the combined stimulation. Her nipples, already erect, began to stiffen and I knew she was only seconds from her own. Angie’s thrusts now became more violent and I couldn’t keep my mouth on Christy’s breast any longer, so I just stuck out my tongue and let it ride back and forth across her breast and nipple as it bounced forward and back. They both began to scream their orgasms simultaneously as Angie jammed the dildo home roughly and held it for several seconds before they both collapsed in a heap on top of me.

We finally untangled. My cock was starting to harden, but wasn’t quite ready yet. They weren’t paying attention. Angie lay on her back and slowly pulled the dildo britches off her legs. The plop was audible when it finally released from her steaming cunt. “Want a lollipop to suck on?” she asked as she handed the apparatus over to me and then bent to pull back up her stockings which had been dragged down by the latex brief. At this point I had no inhibitions and began to lick their juices from the two ebony wands. I could tell the slight differences in their individual juices as I polished off the two dildos. Yummy!

Meanwhile, Christy crawled over to Angie’s opened legs and starting to suck and tongue Angie’s slit. She reached over to the bottle of lube and started to work it all over Angie’s mound and into her vagina. As she continued to lick, she reached under and stuck two fingers into that cavern, almost immediately following it with a third. “Could it be possible she’s going to do what I think she’s going to do?” I thought as a fourth was now plunging into that moist opening. My dick finally became fully erect to match my anticipation as her hand was working in almost all the way to the webbing of her thumb, twisting back and forth with determination. She stopped with four fingers, but even that was an incredible sight.

Angie was already writhing with another orgasm. Christy kept working, now pumping back and forth while continuing to twist. Her finger tips must be strumming over Angie’s G-spot like a banjo as Angie shook all over. After Angie settled down a bit, Christy nudged her over on her side. Angie knew just what to do and continued to roll over on her knees. Christy’s fingers never stopped their massage, and she rolled onto her back and moved closer so she could tongue Angie’s dripping cunt. This was the most erotic sight I had ever witnessed in person!

Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, watching Angie shake with one orgasm after another, Christy began to blindly wave to me with her free hand and began to point to Angie’s ass. She used her fingernails to puncture the pantyhose and stuck one, then two fingers into Angie’s asshole to work her sphincter loose. She then pulled out and pointed again at Angie’s ass and made a jacking off motion. I got the hint.

I grabbed the bottle of lube off the floor to make sure my cock was nice and slick, and straddled over Christy to line up with Angie’s puckered hole. My hands grabbed the back of her ass cheeks and pulled her sphincter open with my thumbs to help me get started. Christy stopped her plunging for a moment so I could get in. I rubbed the head of my cock around for a few seconds, then started to push steadily. At first, I thought it was going to take a lot of pressure to get past her anal ring, but Angie lurched back and my head popped right in. I slowly pushed in, still expecting resistance, but Angie was apparently well prepared. The tight muscle moved down along my shaft smoothly almost like rolling on a condom. As I moved further into her passage, Christy resumed her movements in Angie’s cunt. The combination of the intense heat of her back passage combined with the feel of Christy’s rotating fingers through the thin wall for an absolutely incredible sensation. I moved in to my base and almost fully out in slow strokes, savoring the sensory delight. Angie started to spasm with another orgasm and her anal ring clamped down hard on my shaft. I had to stop until the waves passed, then resumed with a faster pace. Christy speeded up to and we soon had Angie on an almost continual series of orgasms, punctuated by her grunts and cries. Finally, Angie was panting “Uncle, uncle, can’t take anymore,” and slumped forward.

I eased out of her ass, still rock hard. Christy took a little longer, riding out a few more mini-quakes before she removed her fingers. Angie rolled over on her side and curled into a fetal position with her palm pressed onto her abused pussy. Christy smiled and began licking her wet fingers. “She always does that. She’ll be fine in a few minutes.” She eyed my rampant pole. “Meanwhile, I’ve still got an itch that needs scratching.” I started to move toward the bathroom to clean off my cock, but she called me back. “Come here,” she said while she dug into her bag and pulled out a box of moistened wipes. What DIDN’T they come prepared for? She lovingly wiped off my cock, then applied a fresh smear of lube onto it. “Sit on the couch,” she ordered. Who was I to refuse? After I sat back, she turned her back to me and moved back to straddle her lower legs and knees onto the couch seat. She reached back between her legs to find my cock and guided it to her pussy. The nylon was still pressed into her chasm and my dick slid easily about half-way in. She rotated her hips and pulled more loose fabric toward her hole at the same time until I was at last fully buried into her nylon sheathed tunnel. I could feel it stretch tightly over the head of my cock each time she pushed down in short strokes. My dick was in nylon heaven.

She leaned back against me, steadily churning her crotch against mine. I reached around with both arms and freely roamed from her glistening breasts to her hosed thighs. Our bodies molded together as if we were one person. Her fingers interlaced with mine and guided my hands along. We squeezed and fondled her breasts together, our ten-fingered hands strumming across her erect nipples, then one dropped down to slide across her double waistbands, and then to our joined genitals. She turned her head that was lying on my shoulder and our lips met for our tongues to explore and suck on each other. I had no thoughts. I drifted along on the pure sensations of our mutual, total explorations. This was right. This was home. Time meant nothing.

I don’t know how long we writhed in our mutual bliss, but I became gradually aware of a new sensation. Angie had recovered and she had crawled between our legs and was giving a tongue bath to our joined crotches, lapping up the juices from our union and stroking both of our thighs. I/we reached down and stroked her hair and pressed her face closer into my/our loins. The mental images I had of this picture was about to send me back over the edge. My balls tightened and I began to feel the tingle build and spread outward like a wave along my thighs and up my chest. My once-in-a-blue-moon super orgasm was about to happen twice in one week. I moaned loudly “Oh God, Oh God! So good, so good. I’m cumming!” I jerked hard into Christy, which triggered her avalanche. She/I squeezed her breasts hard and pulled outward to stretch her stiff nipples as she stiffened all over and her cunt started rippling along my erupting pole. We were both screaming our joy and practically drowning Angie with our combined secretions. We both slumped back into the couch totally exhausted. Neither of us had the energy to move and we lay there for several minutes until my shrinking cock finally fell orphaned from the warm home of her womb.

Christy finally spoke. “I don’t think I can move. My legs are numb.” I wasn’t surprised. They had been folded under her for 3;..how long? I lifted her up so Angie could help her straighten her legs. We then fell sideways on the couch while I still held her. She turned slightly to look into my eyes as if she were searching for something behind them. I didn’t know what to say.

Angie broke the silence. “Where were you two? That wasn’t just sex I was watching. That was almost religious.” We both turned to look at her dumbfounded. “I think you two were never going to stop!”

“How long?” It was a stupid question, but I couldn’t put into words what I had just felt.

“I’m not sure. Fifteen or twenty minutes, at least. You both were like totally zoned out in your own world. It was beautiful.”

I then realized I was still holding on to Christy and released her. “It just felt so good. I didn’t want it to stop.”

Christy slowly sat up and looked back. “Damn, lover. That kind of loving can get addicting. Are you sure somebody hasn’t been giving you lessons?”

I know I must have blushed. “I guess I just needed the right inspiration.”

Again, the silence was building to awkwardness. Angie rescued us. “I don’t know about you two, but this girl could use a shower.” We all laughed. We must have looked like a total sweaty fucked-out mess. Our pantyhose looked like they had been washed in cum.

“The shower’s big enough for three. If they’re friendly,” I quipped. We all stood up and moved toward the stairs. Christy and Angie gathered their ever-present bags and the rest of their paraphernalia as we went.

CHAPTER 9

My shower was actually the area of a large tub and originally designed for two to shower at the same time (my ex-wife and I). There were dual controls and shower heads on the opposite walls so nobody was blocked from the water. As we passed through the bedroom, Angie stopped momentarily to gaze at the bed. “Girl, you weren’t exaggerating about that bed. Do they still have those nylon sheets, stud?”

“Red, this time. Wanna see?”

“Later, just lead me to that shower right now.” It was just as well. My cock felt like it was going to be out of commission for a good while. We all stripped off our hosiery and dumped it into the floor to be sorted out later. Christy had already started the water, so we piled together into the waiting warmth. I would like to claim that we screwed like rabbits in the shower, but despite the presence of two slippery female bodies and my most lascivious thoughts, it was just no go downstairs. That isn’t to say we didn’t have a lot of clean fun, or fun getting clean. We quickly decided on two rules. You can’t wash your own body, and you can’t use your hands to wash someone else’s body. I learned that hair makes a good washcloth, toes are good for getting into tight places, and a soapy girl-boy- girl sandwich is something I definitely want to try again.

When we eventually climbed out of the shower, I asked to neither in particular, “So what’s the dress code for upstairs, today?”

Christy apparently had a thing for bodystockings. “I’ve seen you in a tan bodystocking. Do you have one in black?”

“Sure. Do I get to see you two in bodystockings also?”

“Could be. We girls need a few minutes alone to finish up, so off you go,” and she pushed me out into the wardrobe. I didn’t complain much. It was so steamy in there it was hard to get dry.

“Anyone care for something to drink?”

“The same as before for me,” called out Angie.

“Ditto,” from Christy.

I retrieved a black long-sleeved bodystocking and went out into the bedroom to pull it on. It was a little easier than last time thanks to my current “relaxed” state. “Damn,” I thought. “How long is this going to last?” Well, eventually it would happen, but mustn’t be rude to company. All the way down the stairs I massaged my member trying to rouse it from its slumber. A twinge. OK. That’s a start. I mixed the girls’ drinks, grabbed some pretzels, and headed back up to the bedroom. I returned to find them both sitting on the bed going through the tapes and DVDs I had in the TV console. Angie was in a tan long-sleeved bodystocking much like my own, and Christy was in a red laced sleeveless one with tiny straps holding it up. Beautiful times two.

“This one sounds interesting,” remarked Angie holding up a DVD with the title handwritten on the case. “It describes our afternoon so far. ‘Pantyhose Threesome.’ Are you sure you haven’t got cameras around here?”

“It’s a copy I made of a videotape I bought. It always seems to be on the wrong floor when I want to see it.”

“Is it any good?”

“It’s never failed to get ME hard.” I grinned.

“Maybe we can get a few ideas from it,” chimed in Christy. “Start it up.”

I loaded the DVD and joined the girls on the bed. It wasn’t too long before it became apparent that I still wasn’t quite ready for festivities.

“Sorry. I think maybe you two broke it,” I lamented.

“Not to worry,” said Angie matter-of-factly and reached over for her magic bag. She fished out a small prescription bottle and removed a pill. “Here. This will fix what ails you.”

“I don’t do drugs,” I said flatly. Nor did I want any in my house.

“Glad to hear it. It’s Viagra. You’ll be ‘up’ in no time.”

“Viagra? How’d you get Viagra?”

Christy volunteered the answer. “She has an understanding Ob-Gyn. When we’re ready, our men should be ready too! That’s our motto.”

Anything to cure this curse. “The things I do for sex,” I joked and downed the pill.

“Ooh! That looks like fun,” said Christy, her attention back on the video. “I guess Angie and I will have to start off with each other. Join in when you see an opportunity, stud.” With that, Christy and Angie moved closer to the foot of the bed and began to embrace while standing on their knees. They soon forgot about following the video as their passion rose. Their legs meshed together and they settled onto each other’s thigh, using each other to stimulate their pussies while their hands roamed their upper bodies.

I don’t know if it was the Viagra or the double erotic show, one on the screen and one live that did it, but my cock was returning to life. By now, my girls were on their sides, twining their legs together to gain leverage to grind against each other. Oh, yes. I was ‘up’ with a vengeance. I layed down behind Christy with my head near Angie’s and watched her work on Christy’s breasts. The shifting weight on the mattress must have gotten her attention, for she looked over at me.

“Just getting some pointers,” I grinned.

“How’s your pointer?” she replied.

“So hard it hurts,” I answered truthfully. It must be the Viagra.

She untangled herself from Christy. “Lie back, stud. It’s my turn in the saddle.” Who was I to argue? I scooted back toward the head of the bed. Angie dropped her mouth onto my cock and got it good and wet, then moved up to straddle my hips. She paused to line me up with her pussy and lowered herself fully onto me in one steady motion. I had expected her to be very loose after the near-fisting Christy had given her, but was surprised at how tight she was. I groaned my approval. Her cunt gave my dick a squeeze. “Like that, huh? Kegel exercises. A girl’s got to stay in shape, you know.” She sat upright and started riding forward and back. I could feel the head of my cock rubbing firmly against the front wall of her vagina. “Oh, yeah. That’s good. Just right.” She then started her cumsucker, pulling on my cock with each stroke. I placed my hands on her nylon thighs, letting them slide beneath my fingers as she rocked. Angie was in a zone. Her eyes were closed and she was humming with satisfaction. I could tell she was totally centered on the sensations within her cunt and on her clit.

I looked over at Christy who was watching intently and making little circles on her clit. I couldn’t just let her be just a spectator, so I wiggled my tongue at her to suggest I could help her with her little “problem.” She got the message and raised her red laced body to straddle my head facing away from Angie. I started tonguing her clit with light short strokes, teasing its hardness from between her folds. My arms came up around the outside of her thighs to steady her while my fingers reached at her pussy to hold her outer labia apart. Her musky slit tasted so sweet. I glanced up and noticed that Angie had reached from behind her to grasp a double handful of breasts and pull Christy back against her own. We rocked steadily for several minutes enjoying a steady buildup of sexual tension. Christy came first, soaking my chin before I could slide her a little forward to catch her juices in my mouth. I dug my tongue in her hole to lap up as much of her nectar as I could. Her stiffening excited Angie, who started bouncing in half strokes on my still rock-hard mast trying to bring on her own orgasm. She couldn’t quite get there though and started humping harder.

I couldn’t keep Christy in place with all of the bouncing. She realized that she wasn’t going to get any more attention until Angie settled, so she lifted herself off. That was Angie’s signal to go full bore and she began to take longer, faster strokes almost rising completely off me before slamming back down on my prick. It finally hit her and she moaned loudly, falling forward onto me to ride out the sensations. I was nowhere close to cumming. I guess it was the Viagra, or maybe it was because I had already cum twice. Whatever the reason, I was hungry for more and rolled our coupled bodies over until I was on top and started driving hard into her hungry, clasping cunt. She met me stroke for stroke until she exploded again. Lust crazed, I wanted her on overdrive so I pushed one of her legs down straight and moved my left leg to wrap around the outside of her leg and moved my right arm under her left thigh to pull it upward toward her shoulder. My right leg moved up bent under her thigh. We were scissored. Her crotch lay fully spread to my pubic bone and I starting hammering away in full mindless rapid strokes. The caveman in me had taken over. This was pure rut fucking. I had her. She was now soaring on one continuous screaming orgasm, thrashing and scratching at both me and herself.

I moved my right arm free of her leg to hold myself up as I leaned further into her. She used the freedom to wrap her leg around my ass and push me even harder into her with each thrust. She was as rut crazy as I was. Our pure frenzy was pushing me closer and closer to the edge. As I felt my cock begin to stiffen to its limit I threw myself fully into her and held on tight, signaling to her I was about to cum. She ground her mons hard against me and I erupted jet after jet deep within her. Her own contractions pulsed in counterpoint to my own, milking the seed from me. We howled and held against each other desperately until our orgasms finally ebbed. I was both drained and exhausted, and fell over to her side panting like I had just run a sprint. Christy immediately pounced down around our legs going down on both of us, sucking my dick dry and then sucking out of Angie the copious fluids oozing from her ravaged cunt. Angie and I just lay limply, too winded to even speak.

“God, you two!” Christy whispered above our heavy breathing. “I came twice just WATCHING that!” She crawled up on top of us. “Are you two all right?”

I cracked open an eye and peered back at her. “Did anybody (huff) get the license number (huff) of that truck?”

“You? (huff, huff) I’m the one that just got run over,” panted Angie. “I have never (huff, huff) been fucked (huff, huff) like that in my life. I thought guys (huff) were supposed to peak (huff) at eighteen!”

“How many guys had two sexual dynamos like you to motivate them?” I replied, trying to repay the compliment. “You were on FIRE! Speaking of which, I’m thirsty enough to drink a lake dry.”

Christy, bless her, crawled off of us and went to the bathroom to get us something to drink.

I finally pulled myself up to lean back against the headboard. I looked down to inspect the damage. My cock, though now limp, was red, swelled and puffy. My bodystocking was in shreds. Oh, well. It was a small price to pay for the sexual rollercoaster I just rode.

When she walked back into the bathroom, Christy noticed the TV. “Heck, we missed most of the video.”

“I can start it over. It’s really a good video,” I offered. Christy and Angie both agreed.

“I need another shower, first,” said Angie. I needed one too, plus my bodystocking was ready for the trash.

I looked at the clock and it was close to 5:00. “It’s a little early, but is anybody hungry, like pizza? My treat.” They both readily agreed, so I called a nearby pizza place and called in a delivery order. “They said it would be about 25 or 30 minutes. Meanwhile, we can get a little cleaned up and start the video.” I found thirty bucks from my wallet and put it on the dresser just in case the pizza arrived early, grabbed a tan bodystocking (looks like time to buy a couple more) and went off to the hall bathroom, giving Angie the master. Christy hardly got into the last session, so she elected for some minor cleaning up. When I came back in, Christy had straightened the bed a little and had apparently gone down to refresh our drinks. Angie came out of the master a few moments later. She had switched to a pair of Wolford seamless pantyhose (the waistband was a dead giveaway), and had on top another pair of pantyhose that she had cut out the crotch of for her head and the toes for her hands. “Wow, nice outfit.”

“I didn’t have another bodystocking and it’s a little cool for topless,” she explained. I certainly didn’t have any complaints.

The doorbell rang. Figuring it must be the pizza, I looked over to the dresser, but the money was already gone. Christy must have taken it down. I heard some muffled conversation, and a minute later, Christy entered the room with two pizza boxes. She had on only her bodystocking and her wrap skirt. She must have answered the door that way.

“I’ll bet the guy’s jaw dropped when you opened the door like that,” I said.

“Well, if he didn’t already have a stutter, he does now. Nice looking guy, too! I thought about asking him if he wanted to stay, but I thought I should check with you first since it’s your house.”

Angie chimed in. “We could use a fourth. I think we’re going to wear Dan completely out. Oh, well. He’d probably get weirded out if we told him he’d have to wear pantyhose also. It’s hard to find a guy who’s as into hose like we are.”

It took a moment to click. “Actually, I might know someone.”

Angie’s eyes especially lit up. “Really? Who?”

I told them about Jerry and yesterday’s bike ride. “From what he said, I don’t think he’s been seeing anybody lately. He even asked if Christy might have a friend. Should I call him?”

They both enthusiastically answered yes. I looked into my end table drawer and fished out the call list for my cycling group. I dialed.

“Hello?”

“Jerry. It’s Dan. Are you busy?”

“Nah. I’m just surfing through the TV trying to find something worth watching.”

“Remember when we were talking yesterday and you asked if the girl I met had a friend?”

“Yeah?” I could tell from his inflection I had his interest.

“Well 3;. She does. They’re both over here and she, actually both of them would like to meet you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Hang on.” I hit the speaker button on the phone base. “Tell Jerry hello, girls.”

“Hi, Jerrr-eeee!” they said in tandem.

“You’re on speaker, Jerry. Now do you believe me?”

“Sure. Great! When should I come over?”

“We were just about to have pizza. In the bed.”

“Are you shitting me?”

“Pepperoni, Jerry,” piped in Angie. “There’s some hot tuna on the side,” she added devilishly.

“Hell, man! Tell me where you live!”

“There’s one condition, Jerry,” I added. “The dress code is pantyhose. No hose, no admittance. Are you OK with that?”

“Damn! Sure!” I gave him the address. “I can be there in about 20 minutes.”

“One more thing, Jerry. If you have spare pairs, bring them. I think you are going to need them.”

“Done.” He hung up after I made sure he knew the way.

“I guess we need to save a couple of slices. Now, where’s that remote.”

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