The other day my BFF Jane was talking to me about her new beau, Tony. Apparently Tony has opened a whole new side of eroticism to my somewhat sheltered friend. She glowed with excitement as she shared an erotic adventure with me.
"Ever since you invited me over to help pleasure Jack with that little two-on-one action with the teddies and stockings, I've been more willing to follow my tawdry daydreams. I think my experience with you and Jack made it possible to hook Tony tight."
"Tony's a leg man like Jack and loves the feel of sheer nylons. The other day I was talking to Amy for some ideas to kick up the heat. She told me to try the VS Seamless Sensations pantyhose. I went on Amazon to check them out -- they didn't have any. Ebay had some but they were $150 to $300 a pair!"
"What the fuck?!", I blurted.
"Yeah... I said the same thing. But Amy told me they're worth it and go buy a pair to try. She also said that no matter what, don't slice them open like we always do and don't let Tony rip them open as he licks and fucks me. I asked why but she said 'you'll see...' ".
"So anyway, I took the plunge and bought a pair of gray ones for $195! So last Thursday, I made plans to meet Tony for happy hour at BJ's. I was feeling horny from the excitement of prepping an erotic adventure. They have no seams anywhere... and no cotton panel... nothing but the feel of soft liquid velvet - really stretchy -- comfortable... made my legs look enticing... (I still didn't think they were worth $200 bucks, though...)"
"I was thinking about the time we fucked your Jack silly so I rummaged around and found the teddy I wore that day. I didn't wash it because every once in a while when I'm in a salacious mood, I take it out and breathe in the scent of the raw sex we had that afternoon. Tawdry, right?"
"I wore the teddy under a business skirt and jacket and met Tony at BJs. He loved the look and couldn't wait to get me against a wall somewhere. On the ride home, his free hand was all over me. He made his way to my thigh and caressed higher... slowly reaching my mound. He frowned a little when he discovered I was "closed" for business. He kept caressing my opening -- I knew he could feel the wetness lightly soak through my pantyhose and teddy."
"As he drove, his car would softly bounce to the rhythm of the tires going over the concrete sections of the bridge. Every time the car would bounce, Tony's fingers would ease into me... getting lubed. By the end of the bridge, I felt the pleasure of his fingers spreading me apart with very little resistance from my nylons. I actually sensed a soft, velvet-like messaging of my button from the fabric -- it was hot -- I just wanted his fingers spreading into me!"
"When we got home... well, all I can say is that you need to try some of these with Jack. They're expensive for a reason."
We wrapped up our visit and Jane left.
"Hmmm..." I thought, intrigued by Jane's story, "have to do some research."
A few days later, I was working on a plan to surprise Jack coming home from a business trip. Jane's conversation popped in my head. I went online and started to look around for VS Seamless Sensations. Only on Ebay and between $149 to $349. Wow, none were the size or colors I like -- more research. They haven't been made for almost 20 years, but they're in high demand for some reason. I had to find out and Jane wasn't spilling the beans.
I googled seamless pantyhose and a lot of hits came up. The most expensive were the VS brand followed by Wolfords. A lot of adult websites also came up under the search, so I clicked on a couple of them. I got sucked into the videos and couldn't help but to watch a few. After an hour of salacious video streams of couples and threesomes (and a wet orgasm myself), I got a sense of why these seamless pantyhose are for the erotically inclined! I had to try them for lucky Jack.
I bought a couple pair of the Fatal 15s. They were $49 each. Well... I guess Jack will be happy since I saved about $150 a pair (funny how a woman's mind works, ay?). They came a day before I picked up Jack from the airport.
I got a nice hotel room in downtown Tampa and checked in a few hours before Jack flew in. A sudsy hot bubble bath, a neat close shaving, and a cool glass of chardonnay was all I needed to get my thoughts just right.
I got dressed in a clingy little black dress and snugged my stockings high on my hips. The velvet-like fabric made full contact with my pussy and felt like a second skin. Interesting...
At the airport, I was turning lots of heads as I waited for Jack at the gate. He grinned when he saw me and gave me a bear hug and warm "hello" kiss.
"This is a surprise..."
"You're in for a few more," I whispered in his ear.
At our car, he slid in the passenger seat. "Where to?"
"Another surprise." I said as I handed him a room key. He flashed a wicked grin.
We went to the hotel and lounged at the bar, sipping a couple cocktails. Quite a few business people were there for happy hour. A lot of teenaged girls were hanging around the lobby. They were there for a volleyball tournament.
As Jack and I flirted and got each other excited, he leaned into me and whispered erotic vignettes in my ear involving various people in the lounge. After a while, and a few more drinks, I was breathing heavier and getting wet. The thoughts swirling in my mind were getting too arousing to sit still. Jack's fingers were lightly caressing my legs as he whispered one salacious story after another. One involved the hotel elevator with another couple watching. Another involved the two businessmen at the bar. While yet another wrapped around the two men and a woman behind us.
Jack ramped up the mental scenes, "You're so hot... your body is made for fucking... (his fingers caress my inner thighs...) ...for taming cocks... getting filled with throbbing, hard cocks..." His eyes drill into mine, I lick my lips... sense my heavy breathing... I want to be fucked so bad. "That man over there is licking you... while I kiss your wet, pouty lips... he caresses your legs... I massage your firm tits through your bodystocking... you feel his tongue probe into you... lapping slowly at your horny nectar oozing from from your inner recesses... soaking through your nylons... he probes deeper -- a finger caresses your opening... spreading you... you feel your pussy pulse... more pressing... a light sucking of your button... my tongue probes deeper over your tongue... tits being massaged... hot breath..."
I turned my head to check out the man Jack is weaving into this torrid story. My heart skipped a beat. He's a hunk -- probably mid-40s, great shape, and casual well dressed. He's one of the team's coaches. He's sitting alone in a lounge chair in a far corner peering at his phone. I sense a tingle in my pussy as my legs slowly ease open. My fingers casually stroke my hair.
Jack caught my unconscious signals.
"You need to stop" I moaned, "I'm getting too horny for here."
"Good," he whispered as his fingers caressed higher. As they approached my velvet-covered mound, "let's ask coach back to our room to help cool you down..."
