Note: This is chapter one of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it.
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CHAPTER ONE - Friday Night
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.
