Panty And Stocking Novels & Stories

Right away, I’m struck by her thigh-high stockings and heels, and total lack of panties. My gaze meets hers in shock and she smiles, tilting her head to one side like she’s innocent. “You don’t wear panties?” I ask. She shakes her head, adjusting her deep plum blouse to artfully cover the mouthwatering juncture between her thighs. But I’m quick to unzip her top, too, and pull it free of her body only to find she’s also not wearing a bra, but instead some silicone disks that must be the reason she’s not making every man stop and stare at her during work hours.

It was pretty sexy, I could see myself in it for sure. “Ooo I like this” I said taking it from her with a wide smile. “What is this thing?” I ask holding the belt. “It’s called a garter belt, and it holds up these” she said holding up a pair of black thigh stockings. A smile spread across my face, I can just imagine his reaction. “I love it” “I thought you might” the woman said turning back to the rack. “Now, you look like a 30b” she said over her shoulder.

I glanced around, half-expecting magic, but saw nothing. She returned and took the pantyhose back. I realized they were not ordinary pantyhose but sheer, luxurious thigh-high stockings. I remained in silent awe as she dropped to her knees again and began rolling a stocking up my leg. "These are expensive but incredibly soft," she explained. "Oh," was all I could say as the silk glided over my skin. It felt weird but undeniably nice. She lifted my leg high so my covered, shaved pussy came into view as she finished the stocking.

she told me then went into a big walk in closet. I was standing naked my smallish 5 incher at full attention when she came out in some beautiful italian lingerie. She was wearing garter and stockings, black see through panties placed over the garter so she could take them off and still have on her stockings. She had a matching see through bra with what looked like a cup titties. She said she pumped them in the other room for me.

Poppy. Before I could open my mouth, my husband grabbed the remote and turned on the large TV mounted on the wall. The screen lit up with crystal-clear, high-definition footage. On it, the door to the bathroom opens and Brenda very seductively walks out. She was now out of her dress and her long brown hair was down. She wore a black corset that really highlights her curvy flesh. The video clearly showed the tops of her black silk stockings being held by a garter to her corset.

So full and sensitive. Next came my panties, soaked through from the buildup. I turned and bent over, giving the camera a view of my round ass and the glimpse of my shaved pussy lips peeking out. Sliding them down my thighs, I kicked them aside, naked now except for the thigh-high stockings that made me feel extra slutty.

“Good. You’ll feel every breeze. Every shift of your thighs. You’ll remember who owns that hole even when I’m not touching it.” I swallow hard. “Stockings next.” I roll them out. They’re long,up to mid-thigh, with a wide lace band at the top. “And the pouch.” I open it. Inside: a slim black plug. Stainless steel, flared base, a small red jewel at the end. “For later,” he says. “You’ll wear it under the panties. Keep you stretched. Keep you thinking about what’s coming.” My cock twitches against my zipper. “Dress for me now,” he orders. “Slowly. Describe every piece as you put it on.”

The silky smooth stockings slid easily up his shaved legs (another of His Ladies conditions), he twanged the elastic tops into place and shivered at the thought of it all. Next came the g string, again made of fine silk, he could barely get his cock to fit in its present state of excitement, still that would not change until His Lady gave him permission and that would be some time, best to get on with it .There was no more underwear to put on but he suddenly remembered the butt plug, surely it would fall out after a while as he adjusted to its size, he remembered that was what the panties were for. He winced as he forced it into his tight hole revelling in the feeling of penetration, he woul

There I sat in my own living room watching this beautiful young woman show me her lingerie, and the sight was almost intoxicating. One small part of me whispered that this was wrong, but a much larger part felt deeply drawn to the moment. It had been so many years since I had seen a young woman in her underwear, and even then those moments had never stayed with me. Her sheer black stockings were held up by a satin black garter belt with three straps on each side. Above it she wore a pair of simple pink satin panties that caught the light and sparkled softly. Emily turned slowly in a full circle so I could see the view from behind. She bent forward just a little and gently pushed out her smal

Like I wouldn't be the one getting any. It took me a while, but I finally decided on a layered approach to getting undressed later. Black garter and stockings with this perfect pair of panties from La Perla -- high French cut with nylon see-though butt. I posed in my mirror and held my hair up. I swear I looked just like a lingerie model. Okay, but without the boobs. As usual, the top was easy, a black nylon fitted camisole.