This happened about 20 years ago. My wife (Amy) & I went to the Outer Banks of North Carolina to visit her older sister and her husband. They had a beautiful 4 bedroom condo right by the ocean. My S-I-L (Laura) was just 2 years older than me. She had dark black hair (full Italian), and a huge rack. She also was a heavy drinker and would just about say or do anything you can think of. My brother in law (Bob) was also a heavy drinker. But he usually just passed out by the end of the night.
It's about a 9 1/2 hour drive from Pittsburgh to the Outer Banks. So usually I will wear pantyhose with a little support under my jeans to help stimulate my legs while I drive. I always love the feel of the nylon against my skin & cock. My wife is aware of my wearing, but not completely in touch with my full admiration of tights & pantyhose. There are even times I have gone out to gay clubs in short shorts and/or mini skirts, with high heels with a friend of mine. But that is another story to come later.
We arrived at Laura & Bob's condo around 4:00 pm on Saturday afternoon. Of course they were well into the day of beer & wine. After we unpacked the car, we settled down to join them for drinks. Since Amy & I haven't had much to eat during the drive, I wanted to go out and get some food. Bob & Laura were tipsy, so I offered to drive us to the restaurant. I have a great sense of humor, and Laura always liked being around me to better the mood. She was especially happy & having fun that night. I think it's because we finally arrived, in addition, her and Bob were have martial issues. So to talk to other people was a nice change of pace.
We ended up at a nice seafood restaurant. Laura was sitting to my left, Amy to the right & Bob was across from me at the table. Throughout the dinner, Laura was obnoxiously laughing at all of my comments. The whole time gulping down wine after wine. Each time she started giggling, she would slap her right hand against either my arm or leg. I thought nothing of this other than her big personality showing. The beer and wine was flowing the whole night. We left the restaurant around 10:00 to head back to the condo.
When we got in, Bob & Laura were totally smashed, and Amy was tired from the drive. I stayed up to catch up on some sports on ESPN. I figured since everyone went to bed, I would just throw some athletic shorts on and relax in front of the tv. I didn't even consider taking off my pantyhose, thinking I would just sleep in them & change in the morning.
The effects of the beers from dinner were making me sleepy, within an hour I dosed off on the couch. I was awakened by a feeling of someone being on the couch with me. Laura had come downstairs and placed herself beside me. She was wearing a tight thin white tank top, so thin her D sized tits were fighting to get out. The nipples were hard and begging for attention. And she also had on very loose black cotton shorts. She had another wine in her hand and said "oh, sorry. Didn't mean to wake you. Just couldn't get to sleep myself, so I thought I would come down and relax on the sofa. Didn't mean to bother you."
"No problem." I said. "The 9 hour drive just wears me out so much, and I usually take a while to fall asleep the first night after getting here. So decided to check in on how the Pirates did today against the Astros." She slid closer to me. Putting a hand on my leg, she leaned over and whispered "I had a great time at dinner tonight. You make the environment around here much more brighter. Bob has been such a dick lately, that I can't stand to be around him sometimes."
"Thanks!" I said. She was still drunk & I don't think she noticed my suntanned pantyhose yet, but she had her hand on my thigh near the top of the knee & was running it up towards my upper thigh. "I had a nice time also." Taking a chance I complimented how hot she looked. And how I always admire her long legs. "I know you do, I've caught you checking me out once in a while. I also eyed you. You have great legs for a man." Right about then it hit her. "Oh my god, you have pantyhose on!" She started to giggle, and proceeded to rub her hand more firmly up and down my leg. I said, "I'm sorry. I hope you don't feel awkward? I mainly wear them for support. But I do enjoy the feeling of the nylon against my skin."