Panty And Stocking Novels & Stories

Slowly, I wander over to them and – my fingers hesitant – slide the top one open. I gasp, a little, at what I see. The drawer contains one, just one, complete set of lingerie. A lacy black bra and panty set with a slinky little garter belt and fine silk stockings. I blush as I consider it, thinking about what I’d look like with it on. Next to it is a polaroid of some shoes with a number on it. I glance to a set of boxes beside the drawer and my jaw drops open to realize that these are full outfits – complete with footwear.

I ask him, sounding awfully mad for a woman pretending not to be. He laughs and leans back to watch me, his hands sliding down to my thighs. My black lace panties are exposed, and the way his gaze darkens when his eyes settle on them makes me squirm involuntarily. After the way he tore my tights the third time we had sex, I started to wear thigh-high stockings ever since and the habit just stuck. The look in his eyes tells me how much he's controlling himself and that he’s a big fan of them. “Aren’t you going to ask me about the rumors?”

My breath hitched, a sharp intake of air that felt too loud in the quiet room. She was wearing lingerie. Sexy lingerie. A garter belt, sheer stockings that disappeared under the lace of her garter, a matching bra and panties set. Black lace, delicate yet strong. It clung to her curves, highlighting the perfect shape of her body, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hip, the dark delta between her legs.

I then stripped off my dress, panties and bra and headed for the shower. After showering and shaving, I emerged from the bathroom. I grabbed the panties and slid them on, then grabbed the bra. I put the garter belt on, then pulled out the stockings. They were real silk stockings. They were dark and had the seam up the back. I slipped my long legs into them then attached the garters to them to keep them in place.

My asshole was clenched tight and I knew that if I didn't do something about it there would soon be a big mess in my pants. Luckily Nanny relaxed her death grip and I could pull away for a second. She reached up and shrugged off her dress, it fell to the floor around her feet. There she stood on a pair of panties that clearly outlined the shape of her bulging sex, the fabric pulled deep into the vertical slit of her pussy. On either side black pubic hair peeked out from behind the thin covering. Without a word, Nanny took hold of her panties and pulled them southwards to join her dress around her ankles.

she protested. “Vanessa, those were granny panties. You need fuck me wear,” I scolded. “What difference does it make? You and your brother don’t let me wear it long enough to matter anyway. Besides, I wore the garterbelt and stockings last night without panties at all,” she hissed. “Those were Ezra’s choice of fuck wear. Now you can wear something for me,” I told her and walked over to where the jewel-encrusted bra and thong set hung.

My eyes nearly popped with the twin thoughts of her wearing that stuff and me getting them off of her ! She tried them all on for me. I sat on a chair beside the bed and she slowly pulled on stockings, walked around the room in them and slowly peeled them off again. She tried the elasticated ones that do not need suspenders or garter belts, then a series of suspenders. I just love suspender belts and we settle for red stockings and a matching suspender belt. “Panties, or no panties?” she asked provocatively.

Then she repeated the process on her other leg. In her gloved hands were two long sexy, diaphanous nylons. And they were destined for me. Anna was working on my pants. She pulled the zipper down and slithered her fingers inside my underwear. With her other hand, she pulled the waist band down and pulled out my rock-hard dick. Erika scooted closer to me and slid the welt of her nylon stocking over the head of my cock, down my shaft and around my balls. The length of the stocking lay across her lap.

Matching crotchless panties that left nothing to the imagination Sheer black thigh-high stockings with garter belts, and a tiny pleated skirt so short it would barely cover my ass. The fabric was luxurious, the kind that would cling to every inch of my skin. Next to it, nestled in more wrapping: a huge realistic dildo. Thick, veiny, at least eight inches, with a heavy base and balls. It looked expensive too.. A couple of other toys and a small bottle of lube rolled out beside it. My mouth went dry. My cock jumped hard in my sweatpants. This was insane.

she muttered fondly under her breath, a mix of affection and frustration warming her chest. She quickly pulled on a tight red stretch dress that clung to every mouthwatering curve like a second skin. The Lycra hugged her massive double-D tits perfectly, and she decided to go braless, knowing her tailored black jacket—long enough to reach mid-thigh—would provide just enough coverage while still letting her feel deliciously naughty. A regular pair of cotton panties with a fresh pantyliner went on next, just in case Barry’s cum tried to leak out later and betray her.