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NIGHTY-WARE

Part 1 (mF)

	I guess I was just destined to grow up horny.  At least, that's what it feels like in retrospect.  I thought about sex all the time.  My dad had a stack of Playboys stashed in the corner of his bedroom on the radiator, and occasionally I would pilfer one and look at the pictures of half-naked women.  Back then, they didn't even expose their pubic hair, but open shirts and skimpy panties allowed my imagination to run free.  I'd rub my hard-on through my pants leg, but back then I didn't even know about jacking off, so I had stained my briefs with driblets of cum but hadn't shot my load -- that is, until Nighty-Ware arrived in my home.

The promotion was similar to TupperWare, in that a local woman (they were always women) was a distributor for the products, and she'd solicit her friends and their friends to host Nighty-Ware parties at their homes.  My mom was pretty conservative, but there were some free gifts for the hostess, so she agreed to have one of the parties at our home.

I found the brochure describing the products on my mom's dresser one afternoon, and the pictures, although they all hid more than the Playboy photos, were even more titilating.  Perhaps it was the anticipation that this stuff was going to be sold in my very own house that turned me on.  I checked the family calendar on the refrigerator for the date and time, and made sure I didn't schedule anything that would conflict.  I knew a norny young fella like me wouldn't be able to sit there with the ladies while they looked at the merchandise -- they'd be too self concious.  In fact, one of my buddies whose house had been a site for this event told me that all the husbands and boyfriends and sons were banned from the house, since occasionally the more daring women woiuld actually try the merchandise on.  I developed an instant hard-on at the thought that half-naked ladies would be walking around my house on that fateful afternoon.

My room was directly opposite my parents' bedroom, which had a three-piece full length mirror, an extravagance my dad and mom bought each other.  If I positioned myself properly and the mirror was angled just right, I could see the mirror's reflection from a chair next to my bed, and my door wouldn't even have to be open very much.  I just hoped that the ladies had just enough modesty to want to change in other than the living room, and that they'd prefer the bedroom to the bathroom.

I made sure that I told my mom about all the homework and reading I had to do that afternoon, and disappeared quietly into my room, hopefully to be forgotten by the female throng.  The local Nighty-Ware agent arrived early, and I heard her discuss the rules of the party.  No men in the house, lest the guests feel self-concious and not buy anything.  Trying on was allowed within reason, and she had brought a bottle of wine to ease the ladies nerves and to loosen up their wallets.  After the party, the agent would bring my mom the products, and she'd deliver them to the local customers.  A mimimum order would trigger the free gifts for my mom.

After a few minutes of preparation, the friends and neighbors arrived, almost all at once.  The agent talked a lot and showed the items from the catalog.  She also poured the wine.  I could hear the women giggling and making semi-suggestive remarks about their boyfriend's or husband's reaction to some of the outfits.  I was getting excited just hearing their sexy chatter, but I was anxious for one of them to break the ice and try something on. 

Finally, a neighbor from down the block named Anna asked for a dressing gown set to try on.  Anna was tall, blonde, and sexy for someone's mother.  My mom, bless her heart, offered Anna the bedroom, since it offered the full length mirror so Anna could get the complete effect.  Anna walked down the hallway, and I saw her quickly pass my door, enter my parents' bedroom and SHUT THE DOOR!  Stupid me!  If they wanted privacy, of course they'd be closing the door.  So much for my efforts to adjust the mirrors.

Then another neighbor, Karen, asked to try on a slightly more daring outfit, with garter belt, hose, and matching bra.  She also came down the hall, paused near my door as if she sensed me, and then knocked on my parents' door.  Anna invited her in, and when when the door was open I got a perfect view of Anna, tall and slender, wearing a sheer nightgown over her normal bra and panties.  She was gorgeous, and my penis grew in length and girdth at the sight.  Karen hadn't shut the door behind her, since the privacy facade had been broken by the two of them sharing the room.  Karen began to undress just out of range of the mirror, but the movements of Anna's hands up and down her own body, feeling the silky material, was very stimulating.  

Then, in a bold dispaly, Anna left my folks room and went back into the living room with the nightgown and not much more on.  The ladies whistled and ooohed, and Anna seemed to enjoy the attention.  Karen came back into view, as she was just attaching the bra clasp.  Her hands were behind her back as she completed the task, and I witnessed her large firm breasts straining the material.  She took her cue from Anna, and walked back to the other ladies, wearing her high heels for effect.  I saw a glimpse of her profile as she passed slowly by my door, and I almost groaned out loud, she looked that sexy.  More and more women strated trying things on, I got some pretty good views of women partially disrobed.  My mom and the agent made more than a few sales that afternoon.  The agent took the orders with her and said she'd deliver the products and the free gifts to my mom within a week.

The agent made a brief stop at our house about a week later, with a box full of merchandise and some fold-up boxes.  My mom went about sorting the items and making packages for each of her neighbors that had bought something.  The dutiful son, I offered to make the deliveries in the neighborhood while my mom drove to the various houses of friends beyond walking distance.  After all, there was always the chance that one of the customers would offer to model their new purchase.

She left for her rounds, and I was just about to leave for my walking tour when the doorbell rang.  It was the neighbor Karen, asking if her purchase was ready yet.  I told her I was just on my way to deliver it, and fetched her package from the stack in the front foyer.  I must have blushed or something as I handed her the package, and she noticed my reaction.  She asked if I knew what was in the box, and I told her my mom had explained the Nighty-Ware party to me.  Karen admitted that she wasn't the type to buy this sort of thing, and that she came over so the package wasn't accidently delivered to her husband when she wasn't home.  In fact, she didn't know when she'd ever get to wear her purchases, given her husband's attitude and likely reaction.  I knew well what my reaction would be, since I'd already had the experience in brief.  I told her that she shouldn't be embarassed at the way she'd look in fancy underware, and something in my voice indicated that perhaps I knew this from experience and not just conjecture.

Karen became bolder at my suggestion offered me the chance to see what she bought, and I readily accepted, hoping this was an invitation to see her try them on.  She only opened the box and held up the tiny pieces that made up the outfit -- the thin bra, the matching garter belt, panties, and stockings.  I stared at the items and grew all warm and excited as I remembered how she had looked in them.  Karen noticed my condition, asked if I was all right, and had me sit down on a nearby chair.  The developing hard-on that was barely noticeable while I was standing doubled up and caused a noticable lump in my pants when I sat down.  Karen noticed this too, flushed a little as well, swallowed hard, and left the room for a minute to go to the kitchen.  The smell of wine was on her breath when she returned, and she took the package from the foyer, walked upstairs to my parentsą bedroom and shut the door.

It seemed like forever, but a few moments later Karen called for me to come up.  She was standing there in the outfit that barely hid anything.  I experienced the biggest, fattest hard-on ever as I stood there gaping at her.  She advanced towards me and put my hands on her shoulders.  I let them slowly glide down her arms, but she moved them to her her breasts, which I dutifully caressed.  She reached behind to remove the bra, and as it sprung from her breasts I moved my mouth to cover one of the exposed nipples, and then the other.  I couldn't get enough.  My hands were now moving up and down Karen's back, and over her buttocks.  Our mouths and tongues came together, and her hands caressed my ever-growing penis.

Karen finally unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and jockey shorts down in one swift motion.  Now it was her turn to use her mouth as she kneeled in front of me with her firm, large tits swaying.  The sensation and friction of her sucking brought me off almost immediately.  Karen grabbed her clothes and quickly left the room.  She changed back into her street clothes in the bathroom, and left the house without turning back to look at me.  She was obviously embarassed and overwhelmed at our encounter.  I cleaned and straightened myself up, and prepared for the delivery rounds and what other adventures it might hold.

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 2

An Original HM Tale

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