He looked a little sheepish as he walked in. His eyes flowed over what I was wearing. I could see he was already blushing which made me smile inside.
"Have you got my money?" I asked.
He pulled out a large brown envelope and handed it to me. I smiled at him and kissed his cheek lightly.
"Don't you want to count it?"
I opened it and glanced inside.
"I don't think you would cross me. Now have you done everything I asked?"
He nodded and looked away from my eyes. I knew he was embarrassed but he looked quite turned on. I bet he had been counting the minutes away until this moment.
"So do you like my outfit? Go on have a good look Barry," I purred.
I wore a red figure hugging dress that stopped 9 inches above my knees. My long legs had been shaved just hours ago, and they now shone in a pair of bamboo coloured tights. On my feet I wore red court shoes with a 5 inch stiletto heel.
"Well do I look sexy?"
He swallowed. I could tell he was still nervous, but he had paid his money for this, and if he didn't want it then he wouldn't have come.
"Let's go upstairs and get a little more comfortable," I whispered.
He followed me out into the hall.
"You go first. I don't want you looking up my skirt like a naughty schoolboy," I teased.
I followed him grinning at his nervousness. He knew that he was risking so much; if his new girlfriend found out about this, she would dump him for sure.
"Uh, where are you going?"
He turned to me looking a little anxious.
"That is my bedroom now. I only invite real men in there, and you're not a real man are you Barry?" I whispered close to his ear.
I pointed to the bathroom. "In there please, I think the toilet should be more appropriate for a wimp like you," I said smiling at his blushing face.
He moved in slowly and turned to face me. I pulled the belt on his raincoat, and then stepped back.
"Well take it off," I commanded.
He held it in his hand, and questioned me with his eyes as to where he should put it.
"In the bath," I answered.
He draped it along the bath tub.
"So did you wear what I asked you to?" I whispered softly.
He nodded and wiped his hand nervously down his trousers.
"Well come on then strip and show me."
He took off his jacket and I could already see the bumps under his shirt. I moved forward and traced a finger slowly up the ridge on his shoulder. I then followed it back down and across the lumps on his chest.
"Oh you do look sweet. Come on show me properly," I said with a grin.
He took ages unbuttoning his shirt. It was now his embarrassment was becoming even more obvious, and his breathing was a little more noticeable. I knew what I was saying was turning him on. He pulled the shirt open with trembling fingers.
"Right off, come on," I encouraged softly.
"Julie I don't know if I, I can, do this," he stuttered.
"You wanted me to humiliate you. Go on," I cooed.
He panted nervously and pulled his shirt back. His face was red.
"So, did you stuff the cups with her panties like I told you?"
He nodded after a few seconds.
"I hope they are dirty panties from her laundry basket?"
He nodded again looking a little ashamed. I traced my finger along the bra cup. I giggled adding to his torment.
"I reckon she would wonder what sort of pervert she was dating if she saw you like this, wearing her pink bra, stuffed with her dirty panties. God what would your friends say?" I said softly.
I opened my eyes wide but continued to grin at him. I let my fingers move towards the bra. He went to stop me, but a scowl into his eyes was all it took to stop him. I just looked deep into his eyes as I unbuckled his trousers. He knew I was mocking him; I didn't have to use words. Just a wicked grin was all it took to humiliate him further.
"So what made you choose pink? I mean a white bra would have been less embarrassing. Oh but that's what you want isn't it?"
I opened his trousers and knelt down. I could see my words had registered, but he couldn't come up with an answer. I tugged his trousers down, and there they were my tights!
"Good boy," I mocked, "but maybe you should have shaved your legs first."
He swallowed hard.
"So tell me what it feels like wearing my tights? They are the pantyhose all those men ogled on the bus. God Barry lots of those men would probably have paid for those. Just think of them pulling my worn tights on their dicks, and then the men in the pub where I went. I sat on a bar stool and crossed my legs in those exact tights."
I slapped his hand away from his dick
"Don't you dare, that stubby little cock belongs to me, I'll say when you can pull it," I spat.
He put his hand down by his side. I relaxed my face into a smile again.
"I'm glad to see you understand your place wimp!"
I lifted the lid on my laundry basket, and turned to face him with a pair of Nude coloured tights in my hand. I pulled them through my fingers and then wrapped them around his bare shoulders. He shuddered as I did this. The soft nylon glancing over his skin must have been a delight. I knelt down and slowly peeled his tights down so I could gain access to his cock. He shuddered and jumped as I traced a red fingernail over his cock head.
"Oh is that too much?" I cooed sexily.
He nodded with a nervous half smile, until I did it again, and again. He whimpered and pulled away, unable to take the edge of my fingernail dragging lightly over his circumcised cock.
"God I can't stand that," he moaned.
"Do you want me to kiss it, and suck you for a while?" I said looking up longingly into his eyes.
"Oh god yeah," he panted.
"Oh yeah and just leave my lipstick on the tip?" I breathed, running my tongue sexily around my lips.
He nodded with his mouth hanging open; he looked just like a puppy.
"No way wimp," I whispered softly.
I pulled the tights from around his neck; I did it very slowly so he could feel the soft nylon snake down his belly. I gathered up one leg of my tights and pushed it right over his cock. He gasped as I lined the seam of the toe with his pee hole. I pushed the rest of the leg until it trapped his balls. The nylon clung to his cock and balls like a glove. I began to run my hand loosely over his shaft. I just grazed his nylon covered cock with this slow and slight motion.
"You like that?" I moaned in a sexy voice.
He was shaking and gasping, I really didn't need a verbal answer.
"Try this then," I panted.
I took hold of both edges of the toe seam.
