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Title: Outside In Lingerie
One of the women I used to work for was an attractive 40-something brunette named Diane. I could always count on her to wear attractive suits with silky trouser socks and flats or skirts with pantyhose and heels to work. When she asked me to come over to the house to do some work one Wednesday evening, how could I refuse?
Diane lived on the outskirts of town, in a house in the hills with neighbors 50 or so yards away and stands of trees here and there. I got there about dusk and she told me she was going to visit friends in another town. She?d be gone a couple hours. I hope you?ll be OK working alone, she said. I?ll be fine, just fine, I responded.
The job only took about 20 minutes, so I had plenty of time to play. I immediately investigated her bedroom dresser where I found her panties, hose, and trouser socks. I like women?s stuff to be worn but freshly laundered. The soiled stuff, even lightly, usually doesn?t do anything for me, nor does lingerie bought from the store. Diane had lots of lovely stuff--nothing too sexy, but silky and feminine. My favorite.
I slipped on a pair of light pink nylon full-back panties and some black trouser socks sheer enough that they would show Diane?s painted toenails, but just barely. I could have stroked myself off right there in Diane?s bedroom, but I still had over an hour left and I wanted to have more fun. I walked to the front door in just panties and socks with a pair of tan reinforced toe pantyhose in my hand. It was dark outside. I opened the door and walked out.
I stood on the porch for a minute getting my bearings. Like a lot of you, I love being outside in lingerie. It feels good and incredibly naughty. The other houses on the cul de sac were far enough away that the darkness mostly obscured me, but anyone walking down the street would have had enough light to see me in my dainties. I was so hard.
I walked around back where there was a small hill that descended into some trees. Fifty yards behind that was a road with a fair amount of traffic. I went to the edge of the hill and pretended like I was Diane, stripped to my panties and trouser socks after work. I sat down and stroked myself a few times, moaning: Oh God, look at me. I?ve been stripped to my panties. Oh God, I?m so humiliated.
I scooted forward a little and before I knew it I was sliding down the hill on my pantied ass. My stocking feet skidded on the ground, my panties rode up my ass and pulled tight against my cock. It?s weird, but it felt incredibly good. I was slightly out of control, the panties pulled tight, the way I was getting the lingerie all dirty all excited me. Excited me so much in fact that I climbed up the hill and took the ride three more times. If any of the nearest neighbors had looked out their windows they would have seen a guy sliding down a hill with a raging hardon in his panties. None looked.
I was really hard now and knew it was time to cum. So I slid down the hill one more time and then picked my way through the woods to the road behind Diane?s house. I crouched in the bushes near the road but out of sight, took off the trouser socks, and slipped on Diane?s pantyhose. Very silky, just the way I like them.
I stroked myself until I was on the verge of cumming and then when there were no cars coming, I stood up and walked over to a nearby tree. I stood up on my tiptoes and backed toward the tree so that the waistband of my pantyhose were hung up on a broken tree limb. I was hoisted by my nylons with my reinforced pantyhose toes barely touching the ground. The nylon of my hose and panties were pulling hard up my ass. And it felt amazing.
Oh God!, I moaned as I stroked my dick. Oh God, please let me go! Oh, look at me in just my pantyhose and panties!! I could feel the veins in my cock as the cum built in my balls. I sensed a few cars passing on the street. The drivers might have been able to see me, but I didn?t think so. It didn?t really matter; I was so horny. Oh God!, I moaned one more time. Then with a final stroke I had a huge orgasm. My cum surged out of me and I shuddered from head to toe. I lost my strength and slumped to the ground, Diane?s nylons and panties tearing as I fell.
I took a minute to recover and then stripped off Diane?s lingerie and buried it under a bush. I crept back to her house through the woods, much quieter no doubt heading back than when I left. Naked, I slipped in the front door, cleaned up, and got dressed. As I drove down Diane?s street, I passed her and we stopped to talk. Even though I had just cum, I couldn?t help looking down into her car and seeing her short skirt and tan nylons, probably just like the ones I had been wearing in the woods a few minutes ago.
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