Adventures In Hose Ch 02

I put the sheer white pantyhose on my legs; relishing the feeling of empowerment it gave me. The sheer nylon hugged my hard cock like a vise as I thought about whom I was going to meet up with tonight. Angie with her lascivious beauty that flamed a lust within my heart, and Jennifer with her new girlfriend, Betty.

Jennifer was always a woman I held close to my heart even though I knew it would never work out between the two of us. Everyone that knew about my love for Jennifer stated flat out that I was merely infatuated with her. As I go lie down on my soft, warm bed I think about how we first met. The pantyhose I wore gave me a protective erotic feeling throughout my body.

It was at the Bellevue library. I was just going to look up some things for a college project. She sat in front of a table, her beautiful chestnut hair flowing past her shoulders with a casual seductive flare. Her dark brown eyes had a look of intense concentration as she flipped through what I recognized was history book of the nineteenth century.

I remembered how beautiful and how chaste she looked, and my cock began to harden even further in my pantyhose. My face was beginning to flush bright red as I realized how aroused the memory made me of the way she moved her body whenever she walked. The seductive rhythm of her voice and the gentle sway of her hips and those beautiful legs. Oh, how smooth and caressing they looked.

My pantyhose began to crackle a little with static as I slowly, gently moved my legs and then my body in an erotic dance on the bed. As I felt myself becoming more and more aroused, begging for release, I thought about Jennifer's beautiful legs and bright sparkling blue eyes and how her beautiful body begged to be worshiped.

Angie wasn't too far from my thoughts either. Her long gorgeous tanned legs and liquid green eyes, the way she acted as if nothing was too taboo for her. I couldn't understand why she even noticed me in the first place. Maybe she just liked to prey on those shy type of guys for her own personal amusement or maybe she was just trying to be friendly with me.

I didn't care at this point. All I could picture was that beautiful body of hers teasing and seducing me. Imagining her hose encased legs wrapped around my own begging me to fuck her. Eyes mocking me as she noticed my cock imprisoned in this beautiful sheer nylon. Her lips closed over my own as we shared our bodies and our secrets.

It was impossible to stop at this point as my legs opened and closed, my cock moving in a rhythm of its own as that point of no return quickly approached. A groan escaped my lips that vibrated deep in my belly.

I came loudly, feeling cum shooting in the sheer pantyhose, the most erotic feeling in the world. I couldn't help how my legs jerked and flailed as I released myself in what was one of the greatest orgasms of my life. Endlessly it seemed to last but I came down a lot sooner than I thought.

My body was flushed from my ministrations. As I got up, I noticed that the crotch of my pantyhose was covered with my semen. Taking them off, I quickly placed them in a laundry basket and got new ones, these being fishnet hose that I wore only on special occasions.

Dressing back into my street clothes I smiled to myself as I brushed my hair back in place. Soon after, I left my abode to go and meet my friends.

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I was sitting at Beth's feeling a sense of ambrosia filling the pit of my stomach as I waited with a certain apprehension for Jennifer and her girlfriend to arrive. As I waited, I couldn't help but hope that Angie would arrive before them, not completely sure where things were going to go between us. I didn't even know if Jennifer and Angie would get along since I just met Angie and I had no idea how she felt about lesbians.

Ten long anxious minutes went by and all I could do was work on writing my novel, hoping silently that everything would work out great. Scratching my pants on occasion, I thought about what I wanted to do for the fourth chapter. Things weren't necessarily working great on my book but I had a feeling that sooner or later it would turn into a best seller. Hell, we all have our occasional scraps of writer's block, but this was really getting ridiculous!

"Hey there Mark!" a loud familiar feminine voice called out.

Looking up, I was somewhat alarmed, but seeing the person who'd greeted me, I relaxed visibly. Jennifer looked truly stunning tonight. Whether it was just me or the fact that we haven't seen each other because of the little fight we got into a few months ago, I couldn't really tell.

Jennifer was a real beauty – that was something any warm-blooded guy could agree with. Her long brown hair gracefully touched her beautiful full ass and extremely lovely face, much like a barby doll's. Long lashes and a very sensual mouth that one could kiss for hours that had a tendency to turn to a very playful grin.

One thing that drew my eye as I went up to shake her hand was that Jennifer's breasts stood out, her lovely red dress long and gracefully covering up her beautiful legs. I suddenly began to wonder if she wore something to make her breasts thrust out and why would she do something like that? It wasn't unheard of for a straight or even bi woman to do that around a guy, but a lesbian?

Instead of shaking my hand, Jennifer clasped her arms around me, giving me one the most heart felt hugs I've ever felt her give me in my life. I was surprised since Jennifer wasn't the real touchy feely type, especially with men.

"Sit down, sit down!" I said giddily.

In truth I felt more than a little reserved around Betty, I always did around strangers until I warmed up to them or worse realized I didn't like them. Something about Betty gave me an uncomfortable feeling, as if she knew how I felt about Jennifer and didn't approve at all. It wasn't like I could help how I felt about Jennifer, and if I could take back everything I felt about her I would with all my heart and soul.

Sighing rather heavily, I took a long drink from my ice tea and was silently relieved when the waitress came to our table and asked the two girls what they wanted to drink. I couldn't help but stare at Jennifer, embarrassed but not really ashamed of the way she aroused me.

My cock started to harden in my sheer hose as I contemplated her beautiful breasts and how pretty she really was. If I could only tell her how I'd really felt about her all this time without worrying about her rejection, but I knew that due to her gender preference I'd have more of a chance of going out with a supermodel than making it with Jennifer.

"So how have things been going for you," Jennifer asked me warmly, "You told me on the phone that you were waiting for a date?"

"Well," I said, more than a little embarrassed at this point, "Me and Angie just met today so I wouldn't go so far to call it a date..."

"Do you really think, Jenny, that this guy would want us along if he was out on a date?" Betty said, her voice dripped with sarcasm.

I definitely didn't like her tone but decided to hold back the response I wanted to give and see how Jennifer would respond to it. It came as no surprise when she simply hung her head low, looking like the worst case of guilt I've ever seen. Jennifer always allowed her lovers to run her life. I never could figure out why but I've been trying to get her out of that tendency for the longest time.

"Hey handsome!"

Turning around as I took a long drink from my ice tea, I nearly choked in surprise. Angie stood less than a foot away and looked drop dead gorgeous. She was wearing a much more stylish dress than what Jennifer had on, black and gracefully seductive. The long brown hair that had been formerly touching her waist was now bound, showing her long graceful neck. Her dark green eyes sparkled with a smoldering air that made me instantly flush. Dark red painted full lips curved upward in a genuine smile that turned in a slight frown when she noticed my guests.

Although Angie was expecting the two, she made it abundantly clear that she wished it were just the two of us. It had taken some persuading on my part to get them to come, and I couldn't help but feel a measure of annoyance at the way Angie was acting, as if we've been going out for years! Everything about her spoke of a danger and sexuality that had been denied to me for all too long. I could just feel my face flush in instinctual arousal as she approached our table.

Being ever the gentleman, I introduced both Jennifer and Betty, and both nodded in polite greeting. Jennifer had an odd look in her eye and I knew she found Angie attractive, which made me instantly jealous. Why couldn't Jennifer pay attention to her own girlfriend and stay out of my love interests?

As Angie settled next to me, she gave me a brief kiss on the cheek and a very sexy smile. I couldn't help but feel lust ignite my system, and frankly, who could blame me? It was hard to believe that this very beautiful woman even liked me. She just seemed more suitable for another, more manly, handsome type of guy – not a plain Joe like me. Then again, maybe I was misreading the situation. Maybe she was just being a little flirty since my friends were here.

"So what took you so long?" I asked Angie, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not on her beautiful breasts, regretting that I couldn't look at her even more attractive-looking legs under the table.

"Had to get ready for everything; you know how us girls are," Angie said with a little sexy laugh that sent shivers of pleasure throughout my spine.

As the girls begin to talk amongst each other, I couldn't help but feel more than a little isolated. I couldn't really describe it except that every time I tried to speak, Betty would smoothly interrupt me as if I hadn't even spoken. Even though my cheeks flushed in anger, I didn't want to turn this fine evening into an angry argument that would end in hard feelings between Jennifer and me.

I nearly chocked on my tea as Angie's hand casually grabbed my crotch beneath the table, a very wicked smile on her lips.

"Hey I'll be right back," I said hoarsely.

Not even waiting for a reply I got up and ran to the bathroom, ignoring the waitress's bemused look. Conscious of my all too noticeable hard-on as I went into the bathroom stall, my cheeks were as red as tomatoes. I couldn't help but notice several females who were playing on the arcades looking over at me with mocking eyes, or at least that's what it felt like. Doubtless, they were thinking that I had probably pissed on myself.

When I finally got back to the table, Angie had a very wicked look in her eye that began to stir my blood anew.

"Hey there, handsome, are you feeling all right? We could call this short; after all, we did agree to get some

studying

done tonight." Angie said the word study like she had something more on her mind than just simple homework. All I could do was gulp in nervousness. A wave of horniness was shooting through my system like heroine shooting through the veins of an addict.

"I'm alright," I stated, trying to get past the tension in my voice.

I couldn't help but feel slightly aroused being around Angie; everything she said gave me a very warm magical feeling. Arousing me yet at the same time making me feel more than a little intimidated. It wasn't that I was afraid of her but more in awe of that soft feminine power she exhibited.

"It would probably be a good idea to cut this short and get some studying done," I agreed thoughtfully, taking a healthy swig from my ice tea.

I tried with everything in my power to get rid of my hard on by thinking about different things, but I kept feeling as if the whole situation was helpless. It seemed every attempt was quickly diffused by Angie's insistence of getting my attention by casually laying her hand on my leg and flirtingly going toward my groin. A knowing smile flirted across her full lips, daring me to so much as move a muscle.

What exactly was she playing at? Did she really like me, or was she just joking around?

We both left shortly after, and both Angie and I agreed that she would follow me to my place so we could hit the books. Jennifer kissed me on the cheek and gave me one of those good ole friendly hugs that we used to share often. Betty just had an annoyed look on her face as if she looked upon me as a threat. That or she just didn't like me, period.

I merely shrugged my shoulders mentally and walked out of the restaurant with the girls after we paid the bill for our food and coffee.

"We'll talk more," Jennifer promised with a small smile on her lips as she cast Angie a knowing look.

"Sure," I said nervously as I thought how beautiful these three women were. Only one was available to me, but a man could always dream, as the philosophers say.

For a moment I just stared after the two lesbian lovers walking away hand in hand than turned towards Angie with a questioning smile on my lips. She answered me with a smile of her own and took my hand. With a small shrug, she squeezed my hand reassuringly.

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End Of Chapter Two:

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