Caught in Pantyhose - Part I
story by Anonymous
Your web site is the perfect forum to use when telling a sexy story like the one I’m going to share with my fellow pantyhose enthusiasts... This happened to me about fifteen years ago, when I was 27, but it still makes my cock throb every time I think about it, which is almost once a day. I have never failed to deliver a huge load of cum when I use this event as stimulus for masturbation or during a torrid love making session with my wife.
I was attending a family wedding and seated at our table were my fiancée, her parents, her brother and his wife, and a few close friends. The drinks were going down real easy and the conversation was slowly taking on a very sexual overtone. It was turning into one about fetishes and how strong they can get, how many different kinds there are, etc. My future father-in-law and most of the other guys at the table were putting on a macho front. Each of them claimed that the only fetish they had was for pussy. They agreed, unanimously, that any man who needed more than a hot, wet pussy to get them going wasn’t really a man. I kept my mouth shut and just listened, laughing on the inside at these jerks. My wife knows how strong my pantyhose fetish is, but out of respect for my privacy she didn’t share it with anyone. At least not until all of the other men at the table had left. That’s when the fun began.
Slowly Kim reached under the tablecloth and started giving me a hand job through the thin material of my suit pants. After about five minutes she said, “Ed has a fetish that just turns him into a bowl of quivering jelly whenever I let him indulge in it.” Keep in mind that I was the only man sitting at a table surrounded by five very attractive, mostly drunk women. Well, that’s all the prompting they needed. Suddenly all bets were off and the questions started coming in rapid-fire succession. The ladies’ interest was piqued and they wouldn’t take, “no” for an answer.
By this time I was so horny from the expert hand job that Kim was giving me that I didn’t care who knew about my fetish. She proceeded to tell them all about how much I love pantyhose, and how I will do anything that is asked of me if the promise of pantyhose sex is my reward. She even told them that I like to wear them! All of it was true and I could tell that each lady wished, in her own secret way, that their guys were as secure in their sexuality as I am. After about forty-five minutes of frank, honest discussion about my fetish the novelty began to wear off and the discussion died down. I actually felt very good inside. I had been “outed” and yet I was still accepted for who I am. I was also extremely horny and I hoped that a good fucking was in store for me when we got back to Kim’s house.
The wedding ended around midnight and Kim and I went back to her house with her parents. I was going to stay the night and I was planning on sneaking in to Kim’s room for that desperately needed fuck. Unfortunately she was so drunk when we got home that she passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow. Oh well. I had a back up plan. I took the taupe pantyhose and the pink nylon panties that she had been wearing all day back to the guest bedroom and I put them on. The TV in the bedroom was wired for cable so I turned on the Playboy channel and began to slowly run my hands all over my nylon covered legs, ass and cock. I was really getting into it. I was raising my legs, flexing my toes, scrunching up my soles and even spanking myself through the silky material that was hugging my feet, legs, ass, and cock. Suffice it to say that I never saw or heard my future mother-in-law enter the bedroom.
To be continued....
Story posted by Anonymous
on Tuesday, March 01, 2005 @ 07:57:06 PST
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