The House Call - part 1
story by pantyhosel0v3r
One morning I am working the counter at the computer store and through the door a tall, well built woman enters. She is a brunette wearing a light gray business suite and tan blouse. Her steel framed glasses give her a severe look, although she smiles nicely as she walks up to the counter .
She greets me pleasantly and tells me her name is Ms. Jacobs. She explains needs more disk space in her PC and that it may have a virus because it keeps crashing. I give the price list for the hard disks and anti-virus software and tell her that installation is free if she brings her machine in. She says that she does not want to bring it in and could we come out to install it there. I give our usual exorbitant quote for in house tech work and she quickly agrees. We set up an appointment for that Friday.
I watch her as she leaves and notice a black seam running up the back of her legs and as she opens the door the sunlight reflects softly off of her otherwise sheer pantyhose.
Friday afternoon finds me driving around one of the nicer suburbs looking for Ms. Jacobs’ house. After a few minutes I pull into her driveway. I get the hard disk, tools, portable backup drive, and anti-virus software out of the car and walk up to front door. The house is a reasonably large three story colonial. After about a minute Ms. Jacobs opens the front door and lets me in.
This time she is wearing a blue sweater top and a red plaid thigh-length skirt. On her legs she is wearing black pantyhose and 2inch pumps. She greets me nicely but it is clear she is in a rush. She tells me her PC is in the office upstairs and I follow her up the front stairs and along a hallway that runs down the middle of the house. When we go into her office I notice there is another door that leads to what is clearly her bedroom.
She points to the computer under the desk against the wall and then asks how long this will take. I tell her that swapping out the hard disk is usually pretty fast, but cleaning the viruses may take some time, also I should also do a backup. The whole thing should take 1 hour if nothing goes wrong, maybe 2 if there are complications. She then tells me that something has come up and that she needs to leave the house for an hour or so. I tell her to give me a moment to check out the machine and then if there are no serious problems, then I will not need her here.
The first thing I do is crawl under the desk to take a look at the wiring situation and see how easy it will be to move. It is a typical rats nest of wiring, but no worse than usual. As I turn my head to come out from under the desk I see that she has moved up to see what I am looking at and I can see almost all the way up her skirt. I feel my face flush, but at that moment she starts to back away to give me space and I do not think she notices.
Recovering myself, I climb into the chair and hit the power button. A few minutes later I have booted the machine, verified that it is not password protected and that it does indeed have a virus. I let her know that I am good to go. She says she just needs to change and then she will be out for a short time.
While I start working on the virus problem she goes into her bedroom and closes the door, but it does latch all the way. After a moment I notice the door swings open a couple of inches. Trying to pay attention to what I am doing, I never the less spy her changing. I do not see very much detail but enough to know that she has taken off her skirt and pumps and replaced them with jeans and sneakers. As she comes out, I make a point of concentrating on the screen. She says goodbye and leaves the office heading down the stairs. A moment later I hear the side door opening and closing and a car leaving.
At this point I look around and see in her bedroom her skirt on the bed and her pumps on the floor. I go back to working on the computer.
About half an hour later I have cleaned up the virus and have started the backup. I realize I need to go to the bathroom and I do not know where it is. Figuring the bedroom probably has a bathroom off of it; I get up and walk in. Off to the left I see a door and beyond the door is her bathroom. I go in and start using the toilet. Looking around I notice the trash bin in the corner. With one foot hanging out, her pair of black pantyhose is lying inside. Almost immediately I feel my pulse quicken and my face flush. As I finish my business I can already feel an erection coming on. I walk over to the trash and pull out the pantyhose. I feel it’s silkiness as I run it through my fingers and I can smell her musk fill the air.
It will be at least fifteen minutes until the backup finishes, so I figure I have time to just try them on, who would know. I walk into the bedroom and then the office to check on the backup progress and everything seems good. I take off my sneakers and then my socks and put them under the desk. Then I take off my jeans and underwear place them on the table next to the PC.
I then slipped on her pantyhose slowly pulling them up my legs and over my rock hard cock. My moved my legs against one another, the feeling sending electric shocks through me.
After a few moments of this, her computer let me know that the backup was complete. I powered down the machine and pulled it out. It took only a moment or two to pull off the cover, remove the old drive and install the new one. Once I start working, I tend to get so focused on what I am doing that I do not notice much of anything else. It was with a start that I realized that I could hear footsteps in the hallway right outside the office. I panicked and ran out through her bedroom and into the bathroom.
From outside the office I heard a female voice call out to see if anyone was there. The voice was not the same as the woman who lived here and it had a slight accent. Not knowing what to do, I decided that maybe if I said nothing she would just go away. I peeked through the bathroom door to see what was going on.
A short woman carrying a laundry basket walked into the bedroom. She picked up Ms. Jacobs’ skirt muttering about neatness. Then she headed for the bathroom. Terrified that I would be discovered wearing only my T-shirt and a pair of pantyhose I moved away from the door and jumped in the shower quietly pulling the curtain across. I stood there in the shower praying that my shadow was not visible through the curtain. I was scared, but at the same time incredibly turned on. I could see a glistening spot on the crotch of the pantyhose where pre-cum was soaking through.
The maid moved through the bathroom and emptied the hamper into her laundry basket. In a few moments she left. I waited a minute then quickly climbed out of the shower and checked to make sure the coast was clear. While I was excited by the incident, I realized that a lot of time had passed and that Ms. Jacobs, whose pantyhose I was wearing, would be back soon and I wanted to get every back before then.
I headed through the bedroom and into the office. As I reached the desk, I noticed that my jeans and underwear were gone. Panicked again, I realized that the maid must have taken them to be laundered. Deciding not to leave anything else behind, I quickly put on my socks and sneakers that were still under the desk and begin to look for the laundry room.
In most houses of this type the laundry room is in the basement. Moving slowly and listening for footsteps, I move out into the second story hallway. At one end of the hallway is the stairs I came up, at the other end is another smaller set heading down to the back of the house. I move towards the back stairs and when I get to the top of the stairs, I can hear a faint singing coming from below.
Moving as quietly as possible, I head down the stairs. At the bottom I come out into the kitchen. There is a side door here leading out to the driveway, a doorway leading to a hallway that goes to the front of the house, and a pantry towards the back of the house. The faint singing is coming from the pantry direction.
I move into the pantry and see an open door leading to stairs going down. The singing is definitely coming from the stairs and it is getting louder. As I start to head back to the kitchen, I hear the sound of a key being put into the lock of the side door. Realizing I am now trapped between the maid and Ms. Jacobs, I quickly look for a hiding place. The pantry contains a closet. I quickly open the door, move in and close the door behind me. It is a very tight fit and a shelf at shoulder height forces me to crouch down. As I do so, I feel my butt push down on something sitting on the lower shelf. I cannot see it, but what ever it is squishy. I can feel something wet seep through the nylon and in between my butt cheeks.
Out in the pantry, I can hear the maid passing through and then I can hear her talking to Ms. Jacobs. The voices slowly get fainter as they leave the kitchen area. I slowly open the closet door and step out into the pantry. I turn around and look into the closet. It is filled with all kinds of food stuffs including on the lower shelf a large slab of now compressed butter. As I close the door and turn toward the basement stairs, I can feel the now liquid butter moving down the back of my legs. I walk down the stairs with the feeling of oil moving between my butt cheeks and my cock forming a large tent in the front of the pantyhose.
The basement ceiling is low and the rooms are not well lit. There is a short hallway here and a series of doors leading off. Up ahead, near the end of the hallway I can hear the sound of a mechanical device, most likely a laundry machine. I enter the room and look around. There are several piles of laundry, but it is all female clothes. There are several pairs of pantyhose hanging from a clothes rack as well as bras and panties. I move toward the running laundry machine and open the cover. Inside it is filled with soapy water. I reach into the machine pushing my nylon covered member up against the machine. I feel denim and pull out my jeans.
Now I have a major dilemma. My jeans are soaked and soapy. There is no way I can wear them and go back upstairs to finish the job. I cannot hide out here while they dry. After a few moments of thought I decide to put my jeans back on and then sneak out the side door. I can then drive home, change and make up some story about having an emergency elsewhere and finish the job later.
I decide the time is of the essence, it will not take long at all for Ms. Jacobs to realize I am missing start looking for me. I take off my sneakers and slide my wet jeans over the pantyhose. The water instantly soaks through and the soap makes it slimy. If possible my hard-on gets even bigger and my breathing quickens. I close the lid of the laundry machine and then allow myself to lean against it for a few moments while the motor vibrates through me.
Turning towards the exit, I move through the basement back to the stairs. Looking back I see that I am leaving a small trail of soapy drips behind me. By the time I have climbed the stairs, the water in my jeans has soaked into my socks and sneakers. I listen at the door to the pantry, and hearing nothing, I walk through the pantry to the kitchen side door. I slowly open the side door trying not to make a noise, and then I move down the path to the driveway. I practically run to my car and reach into my pocket for my keys. All of a sudden my heart stops. My pockets are empty. The maid must have taken everything out of my jeans before putting them in the wash. But where are they?
At that moment, I hear Ms. Jacobs call from beside a bush near my car, “Looking for these?” In her hand are my car keys and on her face is a grin.
-- If people like this story, post a comment and I will post the rest...
Story posted by pantyhosel0v3r
on Thursday, October 06, 2005 @ 10:26:21 PDT
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Re: The House Call - part 1 (Score: 1)
by trucker0526 on Sunday, January 29, 2006 @ 17:53:47 PST
(User Info | Send a Message) | | I'd like to read the rest of the story. It seems rather good so far. |
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