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I had a perfectly good reason for looking in my boyfriend’s laptop. I wasn’t snooping, honest.
I was looking for a photo that was taken on top of Pirate Point, after a hike up the mountain one sunny Sunday afternoon. Another hiker was kind enough to take our picture. I wanted to put it up on Facebook.
Really, it was an accident that I found it, a folder full of porn. Well, maybe not porn – like people fucking and stuff – but a folder full of photos and videos of women in pantyhose.
I was mildly shocked, but not offended or anything. I wouldn’t call myself a porn aficionado or anything, and I’m certainly no prude, but I’ve seen my share I suppose. My previous boyfriend and I had watched one together a couple of times, and then had sex.
Our sex life had fallen into a routine of maybe twice a month, much less than when we first started dating, but enough to suit me. Or at least that’s what I thought at the time. It was not only routine in frequency, but in style as well. I little foreplay, then he would climb on top of me and we would fuck for five to ten minutes and he had an orgasm. Far more often than not, my orgasm would be left hanging. On those occasions, I would sometimes finish myself off with my fingers. I even had a little silver vibrator that I would use sometimes when he wasn’t around.
All in all, I thought it all pretty normal.
Anyhow, this folder had hundreds of photos, and a couple of dozen videos, of ladies in pantyhose, posing, undressing, touching themselves, using vibrators and the like.
A few of the videos even featured women talking directly to the camera, encouraging the viewer to masturbate.
This made me curious, and a little guilty, that I wasn’t doing something right by him, that he needed something more than what I had to offer.
He and I didn’t live together, and he was out for the day. I was hanging out at his place so I knew I had plenty of time. I took my time going through the folder of pantyhose ladies.
Most of it was pretty tame. Some of it was even quite tasteful, and I have to admit, some of it was fairly erotic. Not sure why, but I especially liked the videos of the girls instructing the viewer to masturbate – some of them were very demanding and a couple of them used humiliation as part of their encouragement.
I’ll admit, I was aroused enough to have a go at myself and gave myself a nice little orgasm.
I didn’t tell him I found them, I didn’t want to shame him, but I did file the information away to ponder.
Over the next few weeks, every chance I got, I peeked in that folder. Sure enough, each time I looked, there were new photos and videos, and the videos were growing in numbers faster than the photos were – especially the ones that instructed and encouraged him to jack off. And the last one in the folder – or the most recently downloaded one I should say – had two girls in pantyhose frolicking in a bare living room, making out with each other and repeatedly demanding that the viewer jack off.
At the grocery store one afternoon, I noticed a display of pantyhose. Remembering the videos, I grabbed a package and threw it in the cart.
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve had pantyhose on. Exactly 3 times to be precise. It’s just not the fashion anymore.
A few nights later, we’re getting ready to go out on a dinner date to a nice restaurant. It was my suggestion that we go somewhere nice. He is a big homebody and his idea of Date Night is ordering pizza and watching a movie on his giant TV.
As I was dressing, I remembered the pantyhose and put them on under my dress. Feeling a little naughty, I didn’t put on any panties. The dress was a little black number, about mid-thigh, with a little flip at the bottom and a deep V neck. I put on a pair of heels. I looked in the mirror. I was looking pretty hot if I’m allowed to be honest about it.
When I came out to the living room, ready to go, my boyfriend glanced up without really looking and said, “Ready to go?”
I asked him “I’m not sure about this dress…” and did the little ‘turn my hip’ thing as he looked – really looked this time – at what I was wearing.
He looked me up and down. His eyes widened when he saw my legs.
“Are you wearing pantyhose?” he asked, giving himself away without knowing it.
I smiled. “Why yes, I am. I’m feeling a little girly tonight, and I thought that it would be appropriate for where we’re going.”
“You look amazing!” he said, and off we went.
I suppose that I have to say a little about myself at this point. I am 24 years old. I am a brunette, have a light olive complexion, clear skin and green eyes. I weigh 112 pounds and I’m five-foot-ten-and-a-half in my bare feet. People say I’m tall and thin, and I guess I am.
My best feature I’m told, are my long, lean legs. My butt is small but round, and I wear a 32C bra. My nipples are smallish in diameter and ride high on my breasts. When I’m aroused, my nipples get very hard and stand out noticeably – which can be a bit of a problem with a sheer bra or a thin blouse. I’ll also tell you that I have a very juicy pussy. During sex, I always leave a large wet spot on the bed. It’s kind of embarrassing the first few times I’m with someone.
Including my boyfriend, I have slept with 4 men in my life.
I do have to say I have a pretty hot body. I like being girly and am feminine by nature.
I have an average face I think, but I do know how to make the most of what I have with makeup and good grooming. I take good care of myself and stay fit by going to the gym a few times a week.
I work as a paralegal at a law firm and make enough money to support myself. I’m thinking about going to law school in the fall.
So, back to the date with my boyfriend…
As we walked out to the car, he tells me again how pretty I look and actually opened the car door for me. I caught him looking down at my legs as I sat down in the passenger seat. I thought about flashing him my panty-less crotch, but that’s not really my style.
He was especially attentive at dinner. The meal was delicious, the setting was elegant and the conversation pleasant. He opened doors, complimented me incessantly and was a perfect gentleman all evening.
It’s a funny thing – wearing the pantyhose made me feel especially feminine and pretty. I liked the way they felt on my freshly shaven legs. I could feel that my pussy – also freshly shaven and completely bare – was moist without anything sexual going on at all, aside from it being a perfectly romantic evening.
As we drove home, he reached over and put his hand on my thigh. My libido was revving up.
Upon arriving back at his apartment, we kissed – he was especially passionate with it. I told him to get in bed and I’d be there after I undressed.
I went into the bathroom and took off my dress. I was about to take my pantyhose and bra off when I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
I took a good, hard, honest look at myself. Still wearing my heels, my legs looked a mile long. I turned around and the 2 inch heels made my butt look fantastic. The sheer bra held my breasts just right. I was kind of amazed at how good I looked actually. I felt sexy, feminine, confident.
Making a snap decision, I walked into the bedroom just like that. Bra. Pantyhose. Heels. My long brown hair cascading in soft waves over my shoulders.
The lights were out in the bedroom, but the hallway light was on behind me, shining into the room. I stood in the doorway, feet apart, hands on my hips, and asked my boyfriend, “How do I look?”
“Oh my God! You look so, so sexy.” he said, his voice thick with excitement.
“I think we need a little music.” I said.
I walked across the room to the low table beside his dresser and bent over at the waist, feet apart, and took my sweet time tuning the radio into a sweet soul music station. I turned it down low.
I looked over my shoulder, gently swaying my hips side to side, and could see that his hand was on his crotch, slowly rubbing his cock under the covers.
Liking this feeling, I felt in control and powerful. I was intensely aroused, even to the point that I could smell my arousal – that uniquely feminine smell of an aroused pussy, ready for fucking.
I stood up and turned around. “Take the covers off.” I told him.
He did. In the half-light, I could see that his cock was very hard.
It dawned on me that I was in full control of the situation, and I found that exciting and decided to experiment with that feeling. Where this came from, I haven’t the first idea.
“Turn around and put your head over the edge of the bed.” I said.
I walked slowly over to the bed, rolling my hips as I walked. His eyes were wide open and he was stroking his hard cock. I could see the head was shiny with the fluid that leaks out when a man is super aroused.
I turned around and backed up so that his head slipped between my legs. He was looking directly up at my pussy – a pussy so wet that it had made a big wet spot in my pantyhose. My pussy was so ready to fuck.
He reached up to pull me down. I slapped his hands away. “You haven’t been given permission to touch me,” I said. His eyes grew wider. “You can touch yourself though. Don’t you want to stroke you hard cock?” I asked with a sweet smile.
“Yes.” he whispered.
“Stroke your cock slowly. Like this.” I said, as I reached down and pretended like I was slowly stroking a cock in front of my pussy, right above his eyes.
I squatted down a bit, so that my drenched pussy was an inch above his panting mouth. “My pussy is so hot and so wet. Don’t you wish you could put your hard cock in it?”
“Yes.” he whispered.
I started to rub my pussy through my pantyhose. “God, I need a hard cock in my pussy so bad. I need someone to fuck me so hard and shoot cum all over my ass.” I said, mimicking some of the things I has heard the pantyhose video girls saying.
I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra. I pulled it off, stood up and turned around. He was stroking his cock fast. His cock head looked like it might pop off any second.
I pinched my hard nipples as I stood over him.
“I need a real man to fuck my pussy. A real man with a real cock. Are you a real man?” I asked him.
“Yes.” he whispered.
“I need a big hard cock to fuck my little pussy. I don’t think your cock is big enough, is it?” I pulled the waist of my pantyhose up across my flat belly. The friction of the nylon rubbing across my swollen clit was electrifying.
“no.” he whispered.
“Stop rubbing your little dick. I’m not ready for you to cum yet.” I ordered him. I didn’t recognize my own voice. Something had taken over.
He stopped rubbing his cock, but didn’t take his hand off of it. His cock head was beet red. It looked ready to burst.
“Run your hands lightly up my thighs” I ordered, as I put one foot up on the bed next to his head.
He reached up and did as I told him to do. I could feel his hands trembling. I was still rubbing my pussy lightly, right above his face.
“Do you think you could lick my pussy good enough to make me cum?” I asked.
“Yes.” he whispered.
I squatted down and rubbed my pantyhose covered pussy lightly across the bridge of his nose. I saw him stick his tongue out like he was going to lick my pussy. I stood back up.
“I don’t think you know how to lick a pussy this hot and this wet. I can’t have you fumbling around down there not knowing what you’re doing.”
He was still running his hands up and down my thighs, and now slipping down over my calves as well.
“Please.” he whispered.
I reached down into my pantyhose. I inserted my middle finger deep in my wet pussy. It was hot to the touch. My clitoris was throbbing. I pushed my finger in as deep as it would go. I pushed it in and out several times. I was drenched. The wet spot in my pantyhose was bigger now and my scent filled the room. It was a sweet, earthy smell.
“Would you like a taste?” I asked.
“Yes, please.” he whispered.
I reached down and pushed my middle finger into his mouth. He sucked eagerly.
And I’m not sure what came over me – the feeling of power, of control, of dominance – I reached down and slapped his cock with my other hand. I felt him gasp around my finger. I slapped his cock again, harder. He moaned.
“You can’t fuck me properly with that tiny little prick. I need a long, fat cock in my pussy. I need my wet pussy to be stretched out and fucked like a slut by a real man with a real cock.” I said.
I rubbed my pussy with one hand while he sucked my finger like a baby sucking a nipple. My knees were getting weak and trembly.
His cock was standing straight up. He was grabbing my thighs and calves roughly.
I reached down and gave his cock another hard slap. “Not so hard. I don’t want you to ruin my pantyhose with your soft little hands.”
I put my foot back down on the floor and backed up a couple of steps.
“Sit up.” I commanded him.
He sat up and turned around to look at me. I turned and walked over to the dresser where I kept a little silver vibrator in the drawer that I used. I took it out and turned around, holding it in front of my pantyhose covered pussy like it was a little silver cock.
I started to stroke it back and forth slowly, like I had a cock and was jacking off.
“Lay down and stroke your little prick, but don’t cum.”
He obeyed without a word. His legs were hanging off the bed, making his cock stick out obscenely as he stroked it.
I turned around and backed my pantyhose covered ass into his crotch, rubbing my ass up and down his cock and pressing the vibrator against my clitoris. He moaned “Ooohhh, that feels so good. I love the way that feels.”
After about a two-dozen strokes up and down, I stopped and turned around. I knelt between his legs and put my face real close to his cock. He could feel my hot breath on it. He was still stroking it slowly.
“Would you like me to suck your little dick?” I asked him.
“God, yes. Please!”
I reached up and pulled his hand off his cock, replacing it with my own. It was harder than I’ve ever felt, and hot to the touch. I bent my head down like I was going to take it in my mouth. I blew cool air on it instead. He moaned again.
“I don’t think I’m going to do that.” I said. I moved my hand down to the base of his cock, and then slapped it hard with my other hand.
“Uhhnnn!” he grunted.
I slapped it again, harder.
“This tiny little thing will never touch my pussy again. I need a BIG cock in my tight pussy, not this tiny little useless thing. I want a huge cock that will stretch me out and make me cum like a dirty slut.”
I slapped his cock again. And again. Each time I did so, he moaned with pleasure.
Then I raised up and pushed my tits into his crotch, pushing upward and climbing on top of him, mashing my tits across his cock as I climbed up onto the bed, dragging my tits across his belly and chest. I straddled him, and pinned his hands to his sides with my knees as I sat down on his belly.
I began rubbing my pussy through my pantyhose with the silver vibrator and pinching my hard nipples with the other.
“This pussy is much too good for your little dick. I need a BIG cock to pry me open and fuck me like a dirty whore.” Most of what I was saying, I had heard on the videos, but I was surprised to hear the words coming out of my mouth. I would never come up with this on my own, even though I was embellishing a fair bit.
Even so, all along, my loose plan had been for him to get fed up with the teasing at some point, take control, throw me down on the bed, rip my pantyhose off and fuck me silly. It had been several weeks since we had sex.
Evidently, my plan had failed. He was as meek as a kitten in the face of my assertiveness. And that just made me bolder. To my very great surprise, I was enjoying this dominance over him.
And I was so ready to cum.
I scooted up higher on his chest and started rubbing my clit through the pantyhose with a purpose.
“I’m going to make my little pussy cum now, do you want to watch?”
“Yes!” he said, as he stared at my pantyhose covered pussy. They were now wet for six or seven inches down my inner thighs. My pussy liked this little game very much.
I reached down with both hands and ripped the pantyhose open at the seam. I inserted one finger in my pussy and pressed the little silver vibrator against my clitoris.
I rose up off his chest to my knees. He was staring at my pussy, wide-eyed.
I could feel him struggling to get his hands free so he could rub his cock. I tightened my grip on his hands with my knees as my orgasm came on.
Fingering my pussy with two fingers now, and rubbing my clit with the vibrator, my orgasm crashed into me with hurricane force. My pussy was on fire, my clit was as hard as a marble as a very intense orgasm rolled into me, through me and over me in waves.
I fell forward across his face as my enormous orgasm collapsed.
I lay there panting for a moment or two, catching my breath and petting my pussy lightly. I felt that he had managed to work his hands free and was stroking his cock.
I rolled off of him.
He rolled up onto his knees, never stopping his cock rubbing.
“Jerk that little dick. Make it cum. I want to see your little dick spurt. Jerk it faster. Stroke you little dick and make it cum.” I encouraged.
Within seconds, he erupted all across my pantyhose covered thighs. It hit my thigh with an audible ‘splat’ and felt almost hot enough to leave a blister.
After about 10 seconds, he was spent, and collapsed on the bed next to me.
We lay together in silence for a few minutes, catching our breath and collecting our thoughts.
He spoke first. “That was incredible.” A long pause. “How did you know?”
“I found the folder on your computer.”
“It was an accident. I was looking for a photo of us. Are you mad at me?” I asked.
“No.” he said, “I’m just processing this.”
Feeling a little ashamed I said, “I don’t know quite what came over me. I didn’t mean that stuff about big dicks and little dicks and… you know. Your cock is fine.”
“It’s OK.” he said.
We cleaned up a little and went to bed without saying much more. He fell asleep immediately with his back to me.
It was a long time before sleep came for me because I couldn’t get my brain to shut up. I resolved to buy more pantyhose in the morning. I lightly stoked my pussy lips through the hole in the pantyhose, and realized that I needed a good fuck.
It was Saturday morning after our pantyhose adventure the night before. My boyfriend was up early. He had made breakfast and brought a tray to bed.
I had fallen asleep with my ripped pantyhose still on. He was in his boxers.
When he came in with the tray, I sat up.
“Where would you like breakfast?” he asked.
I turned the covers down, straightened out my legs and patted my thighs. “Right here.” I said.
I saw his eyes widen a little as he saw my pantyhose covered legs, the stain of his cum clearly visible. He sat the tray down in my lap.
“Are you not eating?” I asked him, aware that my little brown nipples were hard and my pussy was getting wet again.
“No, I already had a bowl of oatmeal while I was making breakfast for you.” He sat down at the foot of the bed. His eyes roaming up and down my pantyhose covered legs.
I looked at my boyfriend as I ate. He was a sweet guy, and generally treated me well, even if he was a bit inattentive. When I found his stash of pantyhose porn and bought a pair for myself, we had an unplanned sexual adventure to remember the night before.
Brown hair, brown eyes with bright smile and a kind face, he was about an inch shorter than me. He was sensitive about his height, so I rarely wore heels taller than an inch. He had put on a few pounds around the middle over the past year or so and while he wasn’t unattractive, he wasn’t in the best shape either.
We had been dating for almost two years. We were introduced by a mutual friend after I had broken up with my previous boyfriend. Two years older than I, he worked as a loan officer at a bank.
“Did you enjoy last night?” I asked. I smiled hopefully at him.
He looked me in the eye. I detected a note of wariness. “Yes, very much.” he answered. He reached up and put his hand on my ankle, caressing me lightly.
I moved the breakfast tray off my lap to the bedside table. I looked up and saw that his cock was hard, making a tent of his boxers.
“I can see that you enjoyed it.” I said. I reached over and gave his cock a little squeeze.
“Come up here.” I patted the bed next to me.
He climbed up onto the bed, and lay down on his back next to me. I turned over on my side, pressing my breasts into his upper arm and draped my leg across his hard cock.
His breathing was fast and shallow.
“Watching you jack off made me so hot. My pussy was on fire.”
“Mmmm Hmmm” he sighed softly.
I was rubbing my pantyhose covered thigh up and down across his cock. I could feel the heat coming off it.
“Take your boxers off.” He reached down, raised his hips and pushed them down over his ankles. I put my thigh back where it was, rubbed his chest with my hand and we began kissing. His mouth was hungry, eager against my lips. I could feel his hips pressing his hard cock against my thigh.
We stayed like that for several long, delicious minutes, kissing and rubbing his cock against my pantyhose.
I rolled up on top of him, never taking my lips from his until I whispered in his ear, “I love watching you stroke your cock. I love watching the head get big and red. I love the way it throbs when you cum and watching cum shooting out of it. I love your sticky cum on my pantyhose.”
I was grinding my pubic bone against his cock, biting his neck and kissing behind his ear.
I pushed up and sat down on his cock. His hard cock was against his belly and I rubbed my wet pussy up and down along the length of it.
It would be so easy to slip him inside me through the hole in the pantyhose.
“I’m going to make you cum so hard.” I whispered. The look on his face was one of supreme concentration – eyes clenched, jaw tight. He was completely passive.
I stood up on the bed astride him. “Open your eyes.”
He looked up at me, directly up at my pussy, across my flat belly, my perky tits and into my eyes.
“Stroke your cock.”
He began jacking his dick. I reached down and spread my pussy lips apart. “Do you like my tight little pussy?”
“Show me how much you like it.” I reached down, grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face to my pussy.
He began licking my pussy through the ripped hole in my pantyhose earnestly, but not skillfully. He could do better.
“Slow down, it’s not a piece of meat, it’s a delicate flower. Treat it with respect.” I said. “And don’t stop jacking off your dick, but don’t you dare cum yet.”
He slowed down, and started kissing my pussy lips, softly, slowly, sensually.
“That’s a good boy.” I said. “Keep doing it just like that.”
I let him go on for a long time like that, kissing and licking my little bare pussy. I still had a handful of his hair, and would use it to guide him. I spread my feet apart and squatted down a little, and pushed his head down so that he could lick deep into my pussy hole.
“Lick my pussy deep. Put your tongue in as far as it will go.” He eagerly obeyed. Long, slow licks deep into my pussy.
I’ll say this for him, when properly motivated, he was very good at licking my pussy.
“Yes, that’s the way to do it. It feels so good.”
I let him lick my pussy that way until I was on the verge of an orgasm.
Then I pushed him away and back down onto the bed. I squatted down right over his face.
“Lick my asshole you dirty little slut.” I told him as I ripped the hole bigger to allow access to my ass. I felt deliciously dirty talking to him like that – dominating him.
We had never really gone there before. The most we had ever done before was a little bit of fingering around the outside of my asshole while we were fucking.
He surprised me by sticking his tongue deep into my asshole. It was going to push me over the edge if I wasn’t careful. I raised up just out of his reach and lightly stroked my clit.
“You like licking my dirty asshole, don’t you little slut?”
“yes.” He whispered.
I sat down full on his face. He lapped at my asshole as I ground my pussy across the bridge of his nose and rubbed my clit with two fingers. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear the ‘fap fap fap’ of his dick jacking.
“Don’t cum yet little slut” I said, “not until I’m ready.” I heard the fapping sound stop.
My orgasm hit like a truck, all at once. I reached down and grabbed his head and pulled it into my creamy crotch hard. It was a big, hard orgasm that left me shuddering.
As it subsided, I raised up a bit to let him breathe. “Keep licking my pussy, slow and soft.” I said as my orgasm cooled down. He obeyed by licking my pussy with the flat of his tongue.
I finally rolled off of him and lay down next to him. I reached down and took his dick in my hand, slowly rubbing the shaft in my little hand. I looked up at his face and it was drenched with the juices from my pussy. I kissed his lips. They felt swollen and ripe.
Slowly, I continued to stroke his dick with one hand and rub the swollen head with the palm of my other hand, and I could tell that he was ready to pop. Even though I had just cum, my pussy was still burning.
I turned around and climbed atop him in the 69 position. I pressed my dripping pussy against his lips and he began to lightly lick my clitoris. It felt sublime.
For perhaps the first time ever, I took a long, hard look at his dick.
It wasn’t the biggest I had ever seen or touched – it certainly wasn’t like those one-in-a-zillion black porn star freaks I’ve seen – but I guessed it to be about average.
With my hand wrapped around the base, the circumcised head was just above my fist. The head was swollen and red, with a prominent ridge that stood out from the shaft at the bottom of his head.
That was my favorite thing about his dick. When we were fucking, I could feel the difference in the diameter of his head and shaft, and it felt good when he penetrated my pussy and then pulled almost all the way out so I could feel that ridge. When he would push back in, I could feel my pussy collapse over the shaft. Delicious.
His balls were just normal balls I suppose, and they were pulled up tight against the base of his dick as he was aching to cum.
(Being naturally curious, I measured my hand afterwards and deduced that his dick was about 4 ½ inches long. I read later that average is about 6 to 6 ½ inches. Interesting.)
I kissed the head without taking it in my mouth. I breathed out a hot breath of air over it as I slowly stroked his shaft. He moaned.
“Put the tip of your little finger in my asshole and don’t stop licking my clit.” I ordered.
I felt his pinky finger slip into my asshole. It made me shudder.
I was stroking his cock with both hands now. His dick was leaking copious amounts of fluid, and was slick, hard and hot. I could tell he was ready to cum.
He began to suck on my clit while flicking his tongue lightly over it at the same time. Pushing his pinky into my asshole all the while.
My orgasm was building quickly.
“Do you want me to make this dick spurt with my hands? Would you like it to be inside me when it does? How about if I suck the cum straight out of your dick into my mouth? Or maybe you would like to fuck my tight little pussy and shoot your cum all over my titties and face. Maybe you’d like put your dick in my tight little asshole and buttfuck me like a dirty whore?”
I raised up, fully intending to spin around and sit my pussy down on his dick and let him fuck me. But as soon as I sat up, still astride his face, he gave my clitoris a little nip with his teeth and sucked it hard into his mouth, and shoved his pinky finger all the way inside my virgin asshole.
My orgasm exploded me.
It was everywhere at once. My pussy felt like it was gushing, my asshole clenched tight around his finger, my nipples felt ready to shatter, my legs went to jelly, my hands were shaking, my breathing fast and shallow. I was moaning like a whore in heat.
It was by far the most intense, explosive orgasm I’ve ever had. It went on and on as he sucked my clit and pushed his finger slowly in and out of my asshole.
I collapsed on top of him, panting, trying to catch my breath and raised my pussy off of his face, unable to stand it. My pussy was too sensitive to be touched anymore. I rolled off of him, spent.
Amazingly, he still hadn’t cum. I looked over at him, his eyes pleading. I said nothing.
Finding some assertiveness finally, he rolled over on top of me, and began trying to push his dick into my pussy.
“No. It’s too sensitive right now.” I told him, pushing against his chest.
He sat up on his knees, his dick jutting out, looking brittle. His eyes were pleading, pained.
He was sitting astride my closed thighs. I reached and pushed his dick down between them.
“Fuck my pantyhose.” I said.
He began to push his dick between my pantyhose covered thighs, slowly at first, then faster.
“Yes, fuck my pantyhose with your dick. Shoot your cum all over me. I want to feel your cum all over my body.”
That little bit of encouragement did it. He pulled up, grabbed his dick and started pounding his fist up and down, rubbing the full length of it.
His dick erupted. Shooting his cum all over my thighs, my pussy and my flat tummy. It even got as high as my tits with a couple of spurts. I had no idea cum would fly that far.
I pulled him down on top of me. I could feel his sperm, slick between our chests and tummies.
We lay like that for a long time, not speaking.
Finally rolling off of me, we were both a sticky mess.
“Let’s take a shower together.” I suggested as I rose from the bed.
I headed to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. I looked into the mirror.
I was a hot mess. Dried cum all over my pantyhose covered thighs with a gaping hole ripped in the crotch, and fresh cum all over my pussy, tummy and breasts – my hair wild. But I was aglow. I felt stong, sexy, confident.
I peeled off my ruined pantyhose, tossed them on the counter and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash the all the sticky cum away.
My boyfriend joined me after a few minutes. He stepped in and I kissed him hard.
“That was incredible. It made me feel so sexy and strong.” I said.
He pushed against me. His dick, amazingly, still as hard as it was a few minutes ago.
I spun him around, kissing the back of his neck and reached around his waist to grab his dick. I began to stroke it, the water running down across him.
He moaned softly as I masturbated him firmly and steadily. He reached up and put his hands against the shower wall as if to hold himself up, bending slightly at the waist, still moaning softly.
I had a wicked idea.
I grabbed a bottle of body wash, and squirted a healthy amount into my hand. I repositioned the shower head slightly so the water wouldn’t wash it all away, and grabbed his cock again.
Stroking it fast and tight, I could feel him quivering. I reached down with my other hand and began to rub his balls from behind, my wrist against his butthole.
Reaching way under his ass and gently squeezing his balls, both hands were now slick with the body wash.
I could feel his orgasm was very close as I continued to stroke his dick and pull on his balls.
“Godogodogod, I’m going to cum.” he said after a couple of minutes, and I could feel his ass draw tight and his dick begin to throb.
That was just the wicked moment I was waiting for. Just as everything was at its very tightest, I shoved my middle finger straight up his asshole.
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!” he screamed.
His dick spurted a long, steady rope of cum against the shower wall as I stroked it with my little fist. His asshole clenched around my middle finger with each spurt.
His knees buckled and he fell to his hands and knees on the floor of the shower.
Soon, he turned over and sat down on the floor, letting the water cascade down over him.
I rinsed off and stepped out.
As I toweled off, I thought to myself, ‘This has been a very interesting weekend. I have had the three most mind-blowing orgasms ever, and haven’t had a penis inside my body one single time.’
It was a shocking thought, but true. We had been at each other like crazy, and he hadn’t put his dick inside me once. Not in my mouth or my pussy. It wasn’t that way by design – I love cock inside me – but I’ll be damned if my orgasms hadn’t been astounding.
CHAPTER THREE – Saturday Afternoon and Night
That afternoon, my boyfriend had to go to the office for a couple of hours.
As he was going out the door, I told him “I’ve got some shopping to do, and I’m probably going to sleep at my place tonight. I have to get up early and go to church with the fam for Easter Sunday in the morning.” I knew how he hated going to church with my folks.
“Will I see you tomorrow?” he asked.
“Probably.” I replied.
On my way back to my apartment, I stopped in at the grocery store to pick up a few things for my empty refrigerator. Once again, as I passed the little pantyhose display, I decided to pick up a pair. Stopping for a closer look, I decided on three pair. One nude, one a light tan, and one black. The black ones had a seam down the back.
At my apartment, I decided to call my best friend and see if she wanted to go shopping with me. She did and said she’d be right over.
While I was waiting, I decided to get out of the jeans and t-shirt I was in.
Having just showered before I left my boyfriends house, I decided to put on some makeup and dress up a bit for shopping.
I walked into my bright bathroom and looked into the mirror. My body looked great, my eyes were sparkling, my skin glowing and I felt like a million bucks.
After putting on a light, daytime makeup and shaving my legs, I was ready to dress. I saw the three packages of pantyhose on the bathroom counter and thought, “What the hell, might as well.”
I opened the nude package and pulled them on. I didn’t put on any panties, thinking it kind of redundant.
I pulled a little skirt out of the closet and pulled it on. Not quite a mini skirt, but pretty short and skin tight. I matched it with a pretty, sheer bra, a loose, print blouse and some strappy sandals with 1″ heels.
Not too-too, but just right for up-scale shopping.
Just as I was putting the final touches on my makeup, my bell rang. Jana had arrived!
I opened the door to my best girlfriend. She looked gorgeous in designer jeans, heels and a tight little top that showed off her glorious D cup breasts.
Jana and I had been friends since high school. I was at the gawky stage with my height and some of the mean girls were being bitches to me. She took up for me and we’ve been friends ever since.
I’ve always been a little overshadowed by her as she is popular and vivacious, but we’re such great friends that it doesn’t matter.
She is way prettier than I am. She has a gorgeous face, classically high cheekbones, enormous blue eyes, naturally blonde hair with just a bit of natural curl to it, and she has a curvy, voluptuous body that gets a lot of attention. She always looks great and put together.
About 5′ 4″, she is about 110 pounds – a blonde, blue-eyed, first-class, southern belle and a bit of an exhibitionist – well, that’s probably too strong a word, but she does dress to show off her gorgeous, womanly figure.
She is very much a social butterfly. She knows everyone and goes to all the best parties, usually with a different man on her arm. She’s never really had a serious, serious boyfriend, preferring to play the field. She says there is time enough to settle down and live a boring life when she’s 40. I predict she will eventually marry someone filthy rich.
I’m always invited and welcome to go with her, but I’m just not as social as she is. Big parties kind of wear me out. I’m careful about the ones I choose to go to with her.
So anyway, she walks in and looks me up and down. “You look AMAZING!” she squealed. “I would kill for those legs… Waitaminute! Are you wearing stockings?!” she asked.
“Why yes. Yes I am.” I confessed. “But they aren’t stockings, they’re pantyhose.” I lifted up my skirt a bit for her to see the tops of my legs.
She giggled. “Pantyhose!? Really? That’s so retro! I love it!”
So, off we went to the upscale mall on the other side of town. She drove her BMW.
“So, what’s up with the pantyhose?” she asked.
“I don’t know, I just like how they make me feel so feminine.” I replied.
She looked at me with that look that said she was still waiting.
“Seriously,” she said. “One does not simply walk into wearing pantyhose.”
We both giggled at the new twist on the old meme.
So I told her about finding the porn stash on my boyfriend’s computer and how I had picked up a pair at the grocery store, about the date we had gone on, how much it turned him on and the amazing sex we had had. I didn’t tell her about the details so much, just that the sex was incredible.
“And really, I do like the way they make me feel so sexy and feminine, and the way they feel on my legs.” I told her. “That’s the honest truth.”
She replied, “Well, maybe you’ll start a retro fashion trend. And goddam, if I had those legs, I would show them off too. I have to admit, they do look great on you. Not everyone could pull that off.”
“So, he has a pantyhose fetish?”
“Evidently!” I laughed. “They drove him wild.”
Jana had never really liked my boyfriend that much. She kept it to herself, and was always a doll around him, but I knew she thought I could do better. That’s what friends are supposed to think.
When he and I had first started going out, she pulled me aside one night and said, “You are a gorgeous, intelligent and strong woman with a lot on the ball. You can have any man you set your sights on. Promise me that you’ll remember that.”
I promised, and I’ve kept that promise.
I can’t say that I’m in love with my boyfriend. He treats me well enough and he’s pretty good company, but aside from the past few days and the first few weeks we were dating, there hasn’t been a lot of passion or intensity from either side of the relationship. It’s comfortable, easy.
He’s not particularly ambitious, doesn’t have any particular talent and we don’t really have that much in common to tell the truth. When I think about it, I don’t really know why we’re together. I’m trying to get the courage to go to law school, so I tell myself that I don’t have the time or inclination to get into an intense relationship right now.
“What do you think he does? Sit at home in front of the computer and wank to videos of girls in pantyhose?”
“Yeah, I think that’s pretty much it. Some of the videos are of women instructing and encouraging the viewer to jack off. Some of it is very explicit and a few are very demanding about it.”
We both giggled.
“There were a couple of them that were even humiliating in the way they would talk to the viewer.”
“OHMYGOD! Tell!” she squealed.
“Well, a couple of them, the girl in pantyhose makes fun of the guy. Calls him sissyboy and other derogatory names, talks about how small his penis is, instructs him to put things in his butt, makes him eat his own sperm…”
“Jesus Christ.” She said. “Really? Put things in his own ass? Do you think he’s doing that?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that…” I trailed off.
She gave me that look again, but didn’t press.
After a few minutes of silence she said, “Now, you listen to me and listen to me good. I don’t care if you’re in love with him, want to have 47 babies and live happily ever after – DO NOT get too tangled up with him honey, please. He’ll never amount to anything more than middle management at some crappy bank. You can do so much better. You deserve so much better.”
“Go ahead and have your fun with him or whatever, but when it comes time to cut him loose, promise me that you’ll walk away from him without a second thought. The longer you’re with him, the bigger the chance that his loser-ness gets on you.”
We had arrived at the mall. She put the car in park, turned toward me and looked directly into my eyes.
“You are my best friend in the whole world, and I owe it to you to tell you the truth.”
That’s the thing about Jana. As fabulous as she looks, she is equally deep, soulful, smart and very perceptive about the way things work.
“I know. I’m not in love with him. It’s just… I don’t know. Easy I guess.” I said. “I know he’s not the one.”
“Well, that’s good then. I won’t say anything else about it except that the right one likely won’t show up as long as he’s around. Or if he does, you’re not likely to recognize him because you’re tangled up with pantyhose boy.”
“Now, let’s shop!” she said happily. I was relieved to be done with that conversation.
So, we shopped.
We shopped all afternoon. I picked out a sweet little summer dress and a strappy pair of sandals – my weakness. Both Jana and I picked out new bikinis.
When we were trying on bikinis, we went into the generously sized dressing room together.
Jana peeled off her pants and thong and pulled the bikini bottom on. I admired her firm, round butt when she bent over. She has an amazing body, really. Her body is firm and tight with flawless skin, and such a womanly figure. I’ve always been jealous of her boobs and hips, her wavy blonde hair, her cheekbones – I could go on and on. She is so beautiful.
The dressing room was a completely mirrored room, and she couldn’t help but notice that I was eyeing her butt.
“I wish I had your tiny ass.” she said as she looked at her rump in the mirror.
By this time I had my skirt and blouse off. I didn’t bother to take off my pantyhose to try on the bikini bottoms.
I said, “I wish I had your tits.”
We both giggled like little girls.
I watched her peel her top and bra off, and put the bikini top on. She had to sort of lift her breasts into the cups. She has puffy, pink nipples. I noticed a tiny little ladybug tattoo on her side next to her breast that I had never seen before.
“They get a lot of attention, but it won’t be long now that I’m going to have to get a lift or something. They are starting to sag.” she said. “They are kind of a bother, really. Your tits will look great even when you’re 50. Your nipples are so high on your tits, that even when your tits do begin to sag, they will look fantastic. My nipples are headed south.” She sighed and adjusted the way her breasts sat in the bikini top.
She looked so hot in the bikini. I’ve seen Jana naked a thousand times over the years, but something was different today. I was getting hot and bothered.
I guessed that it was my over-heated libido from what happened last night and this morning. Or maybe it was the proximity. The dressing room, filled with mirrors, seemed so small all of the sudden. It was impossible not to see every little thing.
I generally like to buy bikini tops that are a little padded. Not because of the size of my tits, but because my nipples are so pointy when they get hard – which is basically all the time.
Jana convinced me to try something skimpier than I would ordinarily buy. The top was tiny, the material thin. My nipples looked like marbles.
“Jana, I can’t go out wearing this. Look at my nipples!”
“That is exactly why you will go out wearing that.” she said matter-of-factly. She reached up with both hands and cupped my breasts, and then gave my nipples a little pinch. I felt my pussy respond with immediate wetness.
“They are spectacular.” she said. “And if we’re going to find you a suitable boyfriend, it doesn’t hurt to advertise a little. Throw a white linen blouse over it if you want, but you are buying that suit. It looks fantastic on you.”
As I bent over to pull my skirt back on, I caught the unmistakable scent of my arousal. I was pretty sure that Jana noticed too. I have to rethink this ‘going out without any panties on’ thing.
We made our purchases and headed for the car, it was late afternoon. On the way out, we noticed a new store “Elegant Eyewear Boutique” the sign said.
“One last stop, I promise” Jana said, “I need some new sunglasses.”
Jana comes from a very wealthy family. She works as an analyst at a financial planning firm. I’m not sure what kind of money she makes, but she carries a Platinum Amex card with her name on it. Money is never really an issue with her.
We walked into the store – an upscale shop with prescription eyewear frames and designer sunglasses. Way out of my price range, but it would be fun to try them on. I mean, that’s why they call it ‘shopping’, right?
Behind the counter was a gorgeous black man. As we were trying them on, he walked over and asked me if he could assist me.
“I’m not buying today, I already have a pair.” I told him, “I’m just here with my friend. She is buying.”
He smiled brightly and thanked me. I noticed he had green eyes. He walked across the room toward Jana.
As he walked away, I took a good look. He was fine. About 6′ 3″ with broad shoulders and small hips. I’m no good at guessing weight, but he didn’t have an extra pound on him. He was wearing tailored tan slacks and a fitted white shirt with expensive, Italian looking loafers.
I must have been daydreaming a bit, because I was suddenly aware that both he and Jana were looking at me, both smiling. Startled, I felt my nipples go stiff and could smell that scent again – stronger now.
I walked toward the door and told Jana, “I’m going to window shop for a few minutes.” I needed to get out of there fast, before my body gave me away.
“Ok,” she says, “I’ll be right here.” She gave me a sly smile.
“Ahhh” I thought to myself with a sigh, “Her new conquest.”
I wandered up and down the mall for a few minutes, lost in my thoughts.
I knew Jana was right, that my boyfriend was on borrowed time. As much fun as it was to dominate him last night and this morning, it wasn’t emotionally satisfying.
I knew that something had changed, just like I knew that I had rather be dominated – not in an S&M kind of way – by a strong, confident and masculine man who knew how to treat a woman in the bedroom by being firmly in charge. I think.
Hell, who knows? It had been a confusing couple of days.
At any rate, I knew that the dynamic of the relationship would never be the same. I bet he knew it too. My mind wandered to the idea of a strong, masculine, confident man. Maybe a man like that guy in the eyewear shop?
After about 20 minutes, I found myself back in front of the store. I looked in to see Jana and the black man laughing across the counter. She had a bag on the counter and was putting her card back into her purse. I saw him hand her a business card with a handwritten phone number.
They spotted me and Jana waved me in.
I walked in reluctantly. At the counter, Jana said, “Erika, this is Keith. Keith, this is Erika.”
Great. They are already on a first name basis.
He reached out to shake my hand. It closed around mine, swallowing it whole. “I am very pleased to meet you Erika,” he said, smiling with his immaculately white teeth.
“And you as well” I replied, my body immediately betraying me again. A strong, masculine, confident man, right here in front of me.
I turned to Jana, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“Thank you so much Keith. I’ll be in touch soon.”
Great. She already has a date with him.
As we turned to go, Keith slipped a business card in my hand. “I would be pleased if you would hang on to this. You never know when you’ll need a new pair. I’m sure I could recommend a pair that would compliment your beauty.”
I blushed and thanked him.
Jana was absolutely bouncing as we walked out.
I was flush and embarrassed.
As we were walking to the car in the parking deck, Jana turned on me and said “What is wrong with you? Couldn’t you see that he was totally captivated by you? You practically ran out the door, TWICE!”
I said nothing. I was in turmoil. The past 24 hours had been kind of an emotional roller coaster. First the pantyhose thing, then the scolding about the boyfriend thing, then the dressing room thing, and now this.
Her voice softened when she saw me wilt.
“Erika, you have never known just how beautiful you are. You have always thought that you live in my shadow. Let me tell you, I would trade places with you in a heartbeat. You’re smarter than me and your body is to die for. You are kind, compassionate, considerate and sex on two legs. Why don’t you have the confidence to take what you want? I saw the way you were looking at him! All it would have taken was for you to be the tiniest bit friendly and he would have asked you out!”
My anger flashed hot.
“Jana! I saw him give you his phone number! You always get the hot guy. Nobody even sees me when you’re in the room!”
She sighed. She stood looking at me silently. She slowly reached up toward my face and pushed my hair behind my ear.
Then she pulled me toward her, stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. A soft tender kiss, full on the lips. Right there in the parking deck.
I was shocked speechless. She pulled away.
“Erika, I got that number for you. Did you look at the card he gave you? Look at this one.”
She pulled the card he had given her out of her purse and handed it to me. It said “For your friend, 555-5678.”
I pulled my card out, turned it over and read the back. It said, “Please call me, 555-5678. Would love to take you out to dinner.” I was even more speechless.
“When he walked over to me, the first words out of his mouth were ‘Does your gorgeous friend have a boyfriend?’ You didn’t see it, but he walked out to the door to watch you walk away. I told him that I would be in touch, because I’m going to do my damnedest to set you up with him.”
“He said that you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. And I think so too. I always have.”
She reached up and kissed me again. This one hotter. More forceful.
I don’t know what possessed me, but I grabbed her and pulled her tight against me, and kissed her back. Hard. Right there in the parking deck. We didn’t break until we heard a wolf-whistle from across the deck. A couple of guys were smiling at us. One gave us a thumbs-up.
We walked to the car and got in without a word.
Driving back to my apartment, I kept staring at the two business cards.
“He’s not just a clerk at the boutique. He owns it. In fact, he owns a chain of them across the south. He just opened that one last week and is in the process of hiring someone to run it.” Jana said.
I looked at her mutely.
“You are so fucking dense sometimes. You are incredibly intelligent, but you have the social perception skills of a 4 year old.”
We drove on. The emotional roller coaster of the past 24 hours just took a double loop-de-loop.
“Every guy I’ve ever dated, without exception, has told me how beautiful you are. Every single one. For years I have watched guys try to get your attention, to get you to notice them, throw themselves at you. And you never see them.”
I looked at her, stunned.
“You never see them because you’re too busy watching me.” She said softly.
I began to weep quietly. It was all too much. Tears were running down both cheeks.
We were finally at my house. Jana got out of the car and we walked up to my door. I was emotionally drained, but had stopped crying.
I opened the door and walked in. Jana lingered at the doorway.
“Close the door behind you.” I said.
She came in and closed the door.
I walked into my kitchen and poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Jana. We sat down at the table.
“You go and take your clothes off and I’ll draw you a nice hot bath.” Jana said.
She rose and walked out of the kitchen. I watched her as she left the room. She is so beautiful. Everything about her. Smart, sexy, confident – I’ve always thought that her confidence is what makes her more than just beautiful.
I thought about what she said, about trading places with me. I had thought the same thing about her a million, zillion times.