Pantyhose Teasing, Part 2
Three days after Kyle fucked his sister, in his own living room, while waiting for his wife to come home... his phone gave a tone while he was at work. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw that it was a text from his wife, Megan. Without even thinking, he opened his text app and immediately saw that it was a video and that the still picture was of her pantyhose-clad leg.
He could feel his heart suddenly start to beat faster, felt his breathing increase, and sweat bead on his forehead. It was images and videos like this that just drove him crazy and Megan knew it. And she loved to tease him while he was at work.
He stood, nervously, looking over the tall cubicle dividers to make sure no one would walk in on him, no one was nearby to accidentally see it... and no one was nearby to hear it. Seeing no one nearby, he sat back down and verified that the sound was turned low on his phone, then pressed the video to play it.
The video started by showing Megan's black pantyhose-covered foot, from her perspective, with her beautifully colored toenails, as she wiggled and spread her toes. The video them moved up, very slowly, showing her hand which was sliding along her leg, feeling the silky material beneath. After several seconds, it finally passed her knee and showed her hand slowly moving higher on her thigh.
Kyle was on the edge of his seat, his cock rock hard, waiting to see so much more. He couldn't believe how much this turned him on. But suddenly her hand moved higher and the camera did not. With the camera focusing on her lower thigh and knee, he could hear her panting breaths and knew she was just starting to touch herself.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "My pussy is on fire. I can't wait for you to get home!"
Then the video suddenly ended, frustrating him. God! How could she do that to him? He was not going to get that out of his head! Over the next several hours, he watched the video several more times. He couldn't wait to get off work and get home. When the time did come, he left quickly, making sure Burt Johnson, his boss, didn't catch him and stop him. He didn't want any delay to hold him up.
He drove home eagerly, a little too fast, but his mind was only on one thing... Megan's pantyhose. When he walked in the front door, it was quiet inside, and one of the dining room chairs was in the middle of the living room, facing the TV that was on, but showing nothing. Things were certainly out of place.
"Megan?" he called, wondering where his wife was hiding and what she had planned.
"Have a seat in the chair, hun," she called back from the kitchen. "I have a surprise for you!"
"If it's anything related to the video, I can't wait!" he said back, setting his briefcase down and then sitting on the chair. He could barely sit still, though. His mind was moving so quickly going over all the different, potential scenarios of how this might play out. And every single one of them would be delightful.
"You just hold on out there," she giggled. "I'm still getting ready for you."
"Don't wear to much for my benefit," he laughed.
"Trust me. It's going to be worth the wait."
Still, he waited, as patiently as he could, but his cock was throbbing, needing relief. How long was she going to take?
"You doing ok out there?" she asked, peeking her head out around the archway leading into the kitchen.
"Not really. I'm getting impatient," he laughed, only joking a little. He was getting impatient and really, really needed her to come out.
"Not yet... not yet," she giggled. "Why don't you get naked while I get dressed. I want to see you with your cock in your hand when I come out there. Once... I'm... ready."
"Yeah, yeah," Kyle said, looking at his watch. How long had he been home? Why was it taking her so long? He slid his shirt off over his head and tossed it onto the chair. Then he stood and unfastened his pants, sliding them and his boxers to the floor. He picked them up and tossed them into the chair as well.
His cock was throbbing hard. He wrapped his hand around it automatically and started stroking it as he sat back down. God he was so close. He wanted to cum so badly, but there was no way he was going to do it on his own. He was going to delight in fucking his wonderfully sexy wife this evening.
"Oh yeah... you're going to love this," she giggled as if she was enjoying what she was doing to him now and what she would be doing to him soon. "It's going to be so sexy. Almost ready! Are you naked? Is your dick in your hand?"
"Fuck yes... my cock is so hard for you right now," he said.
"Trust me, you're going to want to be at your best for this," she giggled. "Oh my goodness... oh I look so good. Should I make you wait more?"
"Fuck no," he said impatiently. "Come on, honey, I need you so bad!"
Megan giggled. "Ok, I think you've been good and waited long enough." Kyle could hear her putting on shoes. "Now for the icing on the cake..."
Suddenly, Kyle saw movement from the archway and turned his head. Megan had peeked out and moved until she was in the archway, leaning against the wall. She took his breath away. She was wearing a white, button-down shirt, black pantyhose that had a shimmer to them, and black high heels. He instantly recognized them as the shoes she perfectly called her "fuck-me shoes".
"So tell me... am I a nylon plaything?" she asked, giggling, as her hands moved over her body.
Kyle's eyes were glued to her, his hand stroking faster. "Oh yeah," he mumbled appreciatively.
"Yes... yes I am." Megan squeezed her breasts through her shirt as she looked at him. "I am a nylon plaything." Kyle watched her hands move all over her body, adjusting her shirt and her hose as she slowly walked closer to him. "Look what I put on for you."
Slowly, Megan turned to show him her ass, running her hands over her lovely cheeks. "You love my perfect ass, don't you? Why don't you keep stroking that nice hard cock while I show off for you. But nice and slow..."
Kyle could feel his cock surging, needing relief soon. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. While Megan had worn stockings for him in the past, this was the first time she came on this strong.
"Silk stockings underneath... and these black... opaque... pantyhose over top," she smiled deviously. "Ooh... it feels so good. I just love how they wrap my body... nice and tight. It feels so soft, especially with them layered together. Look at that."
She was close now, just out of his reach, as she lifted her leg and stroked her thigh. She was a dream come true. She'd never worn two pair of hose like this. It must be what made them shimmer so much.
