Pantyhose

I'm a stockings gal. Garters, seams, French heel. I would normally not be seen dead in tights, let alone garishly coloured pantyhose, but when Leanne told me what she was planning that Saturday evening, well, I was more than a little intrigued.

Apparently, the new gal pal activity was to go out, buy the softest, sheerest, most brightly coloured tights, put them on and then go home and remove them. Sounds bonkers right? But it often led to lots of sexy fun, I'd been told, and I'd had my eye on Leanne for a very long time.

As I waited for the taxi to arrive, I couldn't help a shiver going from my nape all the way down my spine as I imagined my nails scraping up the nylon. It was a love/hate thing with me. Knowing full well tights were the order of the day, I was sure to pull my best stockings on… handmade in Italy, exquisite items of pure silk that took care and respect to slide into. The double palm shuffle to straighten a wobbly seam and only using the flat pad of your fingertips and thumbs so ensure absolutely no snagging as you adjust the welt.

I take great care of my hands, spending a fortune on manicures to avoid any hangnail situations. I told you, I'm rather obsessed, so even now with the tantalising thought of maybe sharing a moment with my secret crush later, laddered tights are still sending me into spirals of conflicting thoughts.

At last the taxi arrives and takes me to Harvey Nicks where we are to meet for a cocktail before heading to the lingerie department.

Good god Leanne is stunning. She and her friend have chosen a window seat where they can cross their long legs and dangle their Louboutins seductively from pointed toes. So perfectly casual, but I know it is completely orchestrated to cause heads to turn. Oh and they are. I've already spotted several suited gents and at least two women glimpse back at the two as they pass. I stand for several moments longer, drinking in the scene of these assured, sexy women enjoying every moment of the sexual magnetism and power they exude.

Just as Leanne turns to scan the room, she catches my eye and waves. I check my poise and sashay over. Air kisses followed by warm embraces have me greeting the new woman, Alexis, like an old friend already. Leanne is good at making everyone feel like they are her best friend. The atmosphere is pulsing already with the promise of naughty times, I can tell that we all have a bit of the devil in us and the waiter arrives with three shots of tequila and a margarita for me to catch up.

"Why thank you, Pierre," Leanne purrs slipping the tender a fiver for his trouble, "pop these on my tab."

"No need," He beams, "your bill has been taken care of Ms Lace." He tucks the cash into his shirt pocket as he heads back to the bar.

"What?" I am about to ask who but think better of it. "Of course your drinks are paid for, Jesus Leanne, you're some girl, really."

She hands out the glasses and grins. "Bottoms up!" She winks and throws back the shot managing to make the action look insufferably sexy.

Alexis and I follow suit, me trying not to splutter on the fiery liquid.

By the time we're flicking through the display of fishnets, thigh highs and knickers, we're all a little tipsy—but it isn't just the alcohol raising our spirits—we're high on the prospect of new sensations…

"Here we are," Leanne ushers us over to the tights. "Choose a colour, my treat!"

I was still running my eyes over the displays of garters.

"Come on Sylvia, you know the rules, honestly, you're lucky I haven't taken you to the ladies and spanked you already for wearing those gussetless items."

Gussetless items? But then, a spanking in the bathroom! Well, my, my.

"Sounds like a punishment worth the crime…" I raise an eyebrow and let my gaze trail all the way up and down her body as I walk towards her.

She hands me a mauvey-purplish pair which I'm sure is a shade I've never even considered wearing and offers Alexis a mustard colour. Leanne takes the best of the bunch for herself—a maroon tone. Honestly, if you could have chosen three of the most vile colours on earth, you could not have thought these up. I try not to curl my lip and take the proffered packet as graciously as I can. What in the hell have I got myself into?

In the taxi on the way to the penthouse suite Leanne has booked, I insist we stop for more booze.

"Oh, stop being so silly Silvia. There's a mini bar in the room!"

"I'll need more than the contents of a bloody mini bar to get these things on." There, I said it.

I regret it instantly when the other two women's faces fall.

"Oh god, sorry darling, you just know what I'm like for hosiery!" I splutter.

"Yes, I know what you're like," Leanne makes eyes at Alexis, then laughs delightfully. "I told you she'd be like this didn't I?"

The two fall into each other giggling and pull me toward them.

"Oh, you are silly. Honestly relax. You're going to love this!"

The room is absolutely vast, and the lighting has specifically been pointed to flood down and illuminate a solitary sofa in the centre.

"Come, let's get changed."

I'm suddenly shy. I scurry into the bathroom as Leanne and Alexis go to the huge bedroom, squealing as they peel off their daywear.

On the loo, I fumble with my suspender belt, hands trembling as I fiddle with the poppers. I feel flustered and hot, my cheeks are flushed all the way down to my décolleté and I take a moment to splash cold water onto my face and wrists.

My clothes feel oppressive so I shimmy out of them as quickly as I can, now envious of Alexis getting to be so close to Leanne while I'm cooped up in this, albeit luxury, bathroom. I grab a fluffy robe, wrap myself up and scamper through to the bedroom.

The two of them are giggling and appraising each other's naked from the waist up with the tights snugly pulled up their lower halves. Pussies bare beneath. My breath catches.

"There you are!" Leanne comes to me, arms outstretched. "You are far too dressed!" She says, dragging my robe from my shoulders and tutting at me.

"Not even in the hose!"

I hold out the unopened packet. "You know I hate these things!" I say, feigning horror. "You'll have to put them on."

"Gladly." She pulls me to the bed, where Alexis bids me to lie in the luxurious linens.

"Legs up!"

I point my toes as the box is ripped open by Leanne's teeth. I shudder, then relax when I remember it's not my stockings in there but those hideous tights. I don't really care if they get snagged.

She pulls out the cardboard inner, making my teeth shiver at the sound. Then she stares me straight in the eye and then feeds the nylon through her fingers and thumbs to open it up. I point my toes as prettily as I can and she licks her lips.

"Don't worry my darling, you'll love this."

Nylon hooks over my pointed foot, and she stretches it down over my heel, ankle, then the calf. Alexis moves next to her, smoothing the sheer fabric over my now extremely sensitive flesh.

The hair at my nape feels damp as a flush breaks out over my shoulders. The sensation is visceral. I'm very turned on. I raise my hand to ease out my hair from underneath my upper back, allowing the cool sheets to relieve the heat emanating from my neck.

They are on the second leg, the gusset slowly heading toward my crotch, and I draw my thighs together to ease their journey.

The women are utterly engrossed, fingers, hands, palms soothing and perfecting. I lift my rump off the mattress so they can pull the stretchy mesh over my bum.

"Mmmm," a moan escapes Alexis's throat, and her eyes sparkle.

As Leanne guides my legs down so she can tend to the front, she takes a moment to press the heel of her hand to my mound. "Yes," she purrs, "you're really going to enjoy this…"

Finally, the tights are up over my hips and I'm snatched to standing. I glide my fingers into the waistband at my sides and pull the tights up taut against my pussy. A jolt of pleasure streaks through me and both women notice my nipples tighten.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

They hold my hands and we walk together to the lit sofa in the main room. It's like a film set and I briefly check for cameras just in case… Leanne would never! Surely… but in that moment, I feel like it might almost be a waste not to have it recorded in some way. Something to look back on and relive… I'm so hot and flustered, the constricted feeling in my gusset is frustrating and thrilling all at once. I can't wait to get my hands on Leanne.

We are about to rush over to the sofa but I pause, grabbing each of my new lovers' wrists and halt them.

"Wait…" I say, not sure if this is too much for a first encounter. "Can we start again?"

Alexis turns and catches my gaze. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I…" I'm not quite sure how to articulate it. "It just seems like it might be fun to put them on again before we destroy them for good."

Alexis and Leanne give each other a look as if they're not quite following.

"What I really mean is, it looks like a film set. Can't we make a tights porno or something?" There. I really fucking said it.

"Silvia!" Leanne's eyes widen, and just as a flash of shame threatens to wash over me, she squeals and hops over to a cupboard in a shadowy corner of the room. Pulling out what looks like a camera and tripod, she smiles and begins setting it up. "We didn't ask as we assumed you'd say no…"

The two women look at each other conspiratorially, and Alexis squeezes my hand.

We've been fucking and filming for the past two days, but we thought this would just be for fun. Not that the other times haven't been… it's just…"

"Oh shut up Leanne, and get that camera set up!" Alexis orders.

"OK, tights, back off. I want the whole thing recorded," my bossy side takes over but I can't help it. These fucking wretched garments have cast a polyester spell on me. The sooner they're ripped back off, the better.

With the red light flashing, we gather on the sofa—the atmosphere is static.

"Aaaand… action!" Leanne says, then drags the empty tights across her tits and throat. Oh, to see the pulse fluttering at her neck drives me absolutely wild, and I lean in for a wet kiss. Our first kiss… fuck…, and she tastes like a fucking wild thing. Desire, dark fruits and lust.

We line up together on the sofa, flirting into the lens, then begin dragging the sheer pantyhose on again—smoothing them up our stretched-out limbs. Leanne is in the middle and instigates, sliding our hands down each other's waistbands.

Oh my god, this is what heaven feels like. Leanne runs her hand down between my spread thighs, and Alexis and my fingers meet at the apex of her crotch. Oh, she's soaking wet in that nylon gusset, her pussy freed as we wriggle the restrictive elastane and jostle for position at the entrance to her cunt. And me, oh god, Leanne's slender fingers creep and wind their way to my pussy, peeling the fabric from my already moist mound. I'm hot, so hot—and wild with feral desire, and these fucking tights are making me feel trussed up. It's like Leanne has guessed this, and she commands we switch positions.

"She needs some air," she says to Alexis, and they turn me to kneel facing the back of the sofa. Giggling, their fingers tear and grip at my nylon crotch, pulling and ripping, trying to free my cunt from the confines of my meshy bonds. It is proving a hard task, and my pussy is pulsing as their nails scratch and maul, trying to pierce their way in. Oh fuck it's taking too long. I arch my ass out in desperation, open my knees wider, and finally, their talons breach my gusset, and the cool touch of their fingers pull at my hole.

Oh, these two, these two are so naughty. How can they know my body so well already?

I lie back into Alexis' arms as Leanne goes down between my thighs, snaking her way to my dripping pussy. It can't come soon enough—I'm so desperate for her touch. I feel like the echo of a bell ringing. Everything is so perfectly on the edge of something.

I spread myself wide. My needy gaping cunt is desperate for Leanne' to finger fuck me. I want to be filled, I want to be stretched and pulled apart just like my tights. At last, her mouth is on me, lapping at my swollen clit, and two of her fingers invade me and begin to explore. Deeper, harder, she licks and fingers me as Alexis grabs and mauls my tits, her tongue venturing to that spot just behind my ear. And oh fuck.

"I'm coming. I'm coming, oh fuck, you bitches, I'm coming already." My voice drags raggedly over my throat, lust making me hoarse, and my pussy starts convulsing around Leanne's clever hands. My entire being clenches and folds in on itself, and I have a vision of unravelling as I come. My pussy is clutching, and every thread of my soul ladders like the nylon—on and on the threads pull until I roar out, and my climax rips from me just like the tights.

My fantasy has come true—my dream woman made me come and come fucking hard. I want her to have the same.

She perches on the sofa back, and Alexis and I waste no time teasing her through the tights. We pull them taut so the seam splits into her labia, grazing at her clit and Alexis pinches it hard between her thumb and forefinger. I'm jealous. I wish I'd thought of doing that. We start puncturing the hideous maroon hose, grappling and shredding the sheer fabric with our nails. It is almost savage and hints at how if we could, we'd eat each other so hungry we are to feast on each other's flesh.

Her pussy is perfect. So wet, so ready. I try to finger her, but Alexis is there already, knuckles buried deep in her quivering cunt. I want a turn, but Leanne is bucking and writhing, and I don't want to spoil her orgasm. Just when I think I'm going to have to content myself with rubbing Leanne's tits, Alexis takes my fingers in her mouth and wraps her lips and tongue around my digits, getting them good and wet. Yes, this is perfect. Alexis guides my hand to Leanne's entrance and pushes my two saliva-slick fingers inside. Wet warmth engulfs my fingers, and I venture a third, squeezing it in beside the others and start thumbing her clit at the same time. She bucks her hips to meet my thrusts and tips her face up for a ferocious kiss. It's horny and hot and I crush my thighs together as an aftershock of orgasm wracks through me from fingering fucking her so hard and deep. Just as my wrist feels weak, Alexis takes over—Leanne is still coming, bucking, twisting and writhing, her juices spilling out and we all smile and share raw wet kisses.

At last, we can get poor Alexis out of her terrible mustard confines. I cradle her in my arms, and together, Leanne and I rip the tights from her, freeing her beautiful pussy to Leanne who suckles on her pretty little clit. I reach down, pulling the fraying laddered hose into the action, just enough to give that clit an extra tweak as Leanne licks and sucks. My god, these women are fucking gorgeous. I massage Alexis' breasts and kiss her deeply as she comes undone in Leanne and my arms—it is just stunning.

As we all lie together, sated and coming down from our orgasmic highs, I can't believe I've just taken part in my first threesome. The blinking red light of the camera catches my attention and a deep thrill bubbles in my chest. I absolutely cannot wait to watch our tights porno together later… and perhaps even have an action replay. I might have to turn this into a pantyhose sex story.

They have no idea, but earlier, I pretended to run to the ladies on the way out of Harvie's, but I'd actually popped back into the lingerie section and bought three more pairs of the garish pantyhose… these women know I might complain, but as soon as they'd planted the seed in my mind, I knew this would be the kink for me.

Yes, it's wasteful, destructive and crass, but it's also horny and hot as fuck. And best of all? My beloved stockings are not harmed in any way.

The End