She couldn't remember the last time she had cum so many times. Her head was a numb dizzying blur of one orgasm after the next as her entire body was assaulted with the sensation of pantyhose on tights on nylons rubbing, grinding and penetrating her. Looking down she saw two pairs of eyes. One pair were blazing emerald green as they looked up at her from a torn patch in her white and lace gray pantyhose, while a deep brown pair of eyes, belonging to the Mad Hatress glared at her lustfully from her exposed breasts.
How had she gotten here? She tried to remember where her day had started and slowly, between the shattering waves of pleasure, her mind raced back to a cabin the woods. How very distant it seemed now, but what a blissful way to continue her adventures in this Pantyhose Wonderland.
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Alice awoke in the small wooden house with a sheepish rubbing of her eyes. She had slept all night in her torn pantyhose after her loving sex with Samantha, her woods woman savior that had rescued her from certain death. Even now she had chills about her harrowing experience, but it quickly passed.
Sitting up in the cozy queen sized bed, Alice pulled the sheets up around her naked breasts as she looked around in the waking daylight. The house was empty and lifeless save for the crackling fire that had seemed to have been burning all morning, and the remnant scent of eggs and bacon that were warming on a glass plate atop the woodstove.
Hearing her stomach rumble at her in agitation, Alice got out of bed, trading the sheets for her ripped red velvet riding hood, and walked in her stocking feet to get the delicious smelling plate of breakfast. Sitting down at the little table, pouring a glass of water, Alice ate quietly wondering what to do today. She certainly wasn't back in New York, she thought looking down at her legs. Otherwise she'd have her arsenal of over 40 pairs of lovely silken tights and pantyhose to put on vice the tattered shiny brown tights she'd explored in yesterday.
Seeing a wash basin and some clean towels, Alice resigned to start her day with a little freshen up and then begin the task of hunting for the clue she'd been promised by Gwen. Dropping her cloak, Alice set to work undoing the tight linen bandages on her arms and legs. Her wounds from the scratching Atholas briar thorn bushes, was nothing more now than a series of pink lines that were fading nearly before her eyes. Burning the bandages, Alice next wiggled out of her torn sheer tights. The cool air tickled her pussy lips as she bent over, and a bead of her slippery sap, left over from Samantha's masterful fingers working Alice into a frenzy, ebbed from her opening.
Grinning from the delight she'd found in her company, she tossed the discarded pantyhose onto the floor and set to the task of sponging herself. The water was luke warm, but soothing to her skin. Washing away the flecks of mud and spattered wilderness that was all over her from her scuffle with the wolves, as well as the scent of sex from her union last night, she felt refreshed as she cleaned her firm young body. Untying the red ribbon that still held her blonde locks in a pony tail, she used the remaining water from the ivory pitcher to wash out her hair. Using the white towels near the wash basin, Alice walked into the pouring sunbeam to dry herself in the glorious warm light. She could feel her skin soft as satin heating as she spun in naked circles in the middle of Samantha's house. A funny thought occurred to her, 'What would I do if she came back? Kind of embarrassing to eat someone's breakfast, bathe in their clean water, use their towels and then traipse around the house naked sun drying.
The thought was fleeting though, as she walked to the large clothing chest and drawers near the bed. Hopefully there was something here made for the body of a smaller young woman and not grossly oversized flannel shirts and woolen trousers. Looking at her naked body in the mirror, she ran her fingers lightly over her pert breasts and nipples, trailing her fingers down to her blonde triangular patch. She was having a grand time indeed as of late, though her experiences seemed to be in the extremes of pleasure, fear or confusion.
Opening the large wardrobe locker, she searched through Sam's clothes to no avail. She did find a pouch of lavender flowers used for refreshing a drawer and idly rubbed it along her body for a sweet perfumed scent. Returning the pouch Alice closed the wardrobe doors.
"You won't find what you need in there, silly Alice," said a very familiar, but none-the-less startling voice.
Alice screamed as she saw a pair of emerald green eyes floating over her shoulder in the wardrobe mirror's reflection. Instinctively covering her body with her red riding hooded cloak from the floor, Alice whipped around coming face to face with the swirling apparition of Gwendolyn.
Easing her racing heart, Alice smirked embarrassed at her fright. "GWEN!" she exclaimed. "I'm sure there is a much better way to start a conversation with someone aside from scaring the shit out of them."
Pouting in mock hurt Gwen's angelic face solidified from blue smoke to her creamy skinned texture. "Awww, but where would be the fun in that?" she goaded with a catlike grin.
Alice watched as Gwen solidified right before her eyes. Still the demure, spritely young woman with a nimble body and long shapely legs, she was dressed differently than the last time she'd evaporated before Alice.
Alice looked longingly at the hovering green-eyed woman. She was beautiful and mischievous all at once. Her shoulder length chestnut hair was pulled back and bound in three spots along the back of her head. As if she had gathered up her hair in a single topknot and then fastened it in hoops all down the back, making 3 rounded humps of hair that Alice could see through.
She wore a deep maroon colored satin ribbon around her neck as a choker, fastened in front with a silver emblem of a cat. Her neckline and shoulders were bare, but the rest of her was coated quite elegantly.
Gwen's arms were covered tightly in a sheer black pair of above the elbow nylon lace gloves. Her dress had gone from a supple powder blue to a black and rich purple colored bodice that was laced down the front with black ties that ended just above her belly button. Her midriff was visible for a sparse patch, like a creamy flesh colored belt that showed off a ruby jewel stuck into her navel. Gwen's lower body made Alice drool with want, both for fashion and for womanly desire. She had on a rumpled deep red colored dress that had a wispy veil of black lace resting on top of it. Instead of having the dress flowing down to the ground all about her waist, the back was left long and the front part was drawn up to the top of her thighs, barely hiding her womanhood, but showing off her long tender legs.
As she floated around her, Gwen saw Alice looking at her silk covered legs. Gwen was wearing what appeared to be rich opaque maroon tights that were soft looking as they hugged her legs. Over the top of which she had a supremely sheer pair of shiny black lace nylon pantyhose that made slivers of yellow sunlight gleam off her, as she writhed about rubbing her legs together. On her feet she wore simple deep purple flats that had silver cat emblems on the tops of the toes in tandem with her choker. She was elegant and seductive all at once and a spike of pleasure went up Alice's spine as she recalled their last meeting.
"Gwendolyn, I'm so happy to see you!" Alice remarked. "I had a feeling we'd meet again, but didn't know the pleasure would be so soon."
"Oh, you have no idea what a pleasure it will be to have seen me again so soon," Gwen mimicked Alice's words with a coy, sly grin.