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PANTYHOSE PRINCESS – PART 4
I hit the shower then jumped into bed. I was working the next couple of days in order to have off New Year’s Eve Day. I had yet to ask Karen what she wanted to do or if she had plans. We couldn’t go night clubbing since she wasn’t yet of legal age to drink. My parent’s had said something about brunch on New Year’s Day so I kept that in the back of my mind as well.
I woke-up at 7:30, ate a bowl of cereal, brushed my teeth, threw on sweats and grabbed a banana as I headed out the door for the gym. I had a great workout and was feeling on top of the world. I arrived home from the gym at 8:45 a.m. and called Karen. She was up and answered the phone. I asked her how she was feeling and if she had as good a time as I did yesterday. She said she did and that her body had never experienced such waves of pleasure before. I told I was happy to hear that and honored to be the one who shared that with her. She was silent for a moment and I asked if she was still there. She said “Yeah, I’m here. Bryan… is it normal for me to feel so horny now?” I began to grin from ear to ear, and assured her that everything she was experiencing was normal. I told her that once you become sexually active it is often like a d**g and you want to experience that pleasure as often as you can. She was quiet as she listened then said, “Okay that makes a lot of sense.”
I informed her that I’d be working the next couple of days but had evenings free other than tomorrow as I was getting together with some buds. I remembered New Year’s Eve and asked if she had plans. She said her family was having dinner at The Club and then she and Phil would be coming back home for the night while her parents attended the New Year’s Ball. I said “Well, I’d like to spend New Year’s with you.” She said “Let me check into what’s really up and I’ll let you know, but I feel the same.” I said “Okay, Baby. Be good. Goodbye.”
I left for work at 9:40 and for the remainder of the morning I felt like my call with Karen was odd. I was worried that just maybe she was scared of her feelings or things were moving to fast. I told myself not to let my imagination get the best of me and that the next time I saw her I would tell her that whatever she was feeling was okay and if she wanted to go slower that was okay too.
It was nearly 1:00 p.m. and I had not eaten lunch yet because I had just finished a sale. I was feeling ravenous. A few of the guys had sent out for food but I didn’t order anything because I didn’t want to eventually sit down to a cold burger. I considered walking across the street for a burger or having a pizza delivered. At 1:15 a black Camaro pulled up out front. The driver’s door opened and two heels exited and planted themselves on the pavement. Then a mane of raven curls began to exit and rise. “What’s Karen doing here?” I thought. She was wearing a brown and white rabbit fur coat, short and tight navy skirt, tan heels and coffee colored pantyhose. Once she began walking she quickly got her rhythm. She would probably be mad at me for thinking this but she looked like a high priced hooker which those mile high legs and swinging hips. My cock bounced more than once as I watched her strut her stuff.
The five guys in the showroom with me moved in unison toward the windows to watch her walk across the front of the Showroom and around to the side where the doors are located. Jim recognized her right away and held the door open for her. He greeted her and asked how she liked her Camaro. She made small talk with him and then he asked if there was anything he could do for her. Karen smiled and said “Yes, there is, could you tell me where Bryan is?” Jim began to escort Karen toward my cubicle but by then I was on my way to meet her. All of the guys were looking her over and giving me dirty looks. I asked her what brought her in and she said “We still have a ton of food from Christmas. I thought you might want a turkey sandwich for lunch and I packed some other things for you to eat as well.” I was touched that she was thinking of me and had brought me lunch. I thanked her several times and asked her to come to my cubicle while I ate. I told her it would be alright. She followed me to the cubicle and as she stepped in I looked in the direction of the guys who by now were all giving me the stink eye. I ate as Karen talked. She said her parent’s wanted me to join them for dinner at The Club and then we would leave after dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Smith would stay for The Ball and had reserved a room at The Club. She asked me if it was alright that I didn’t go out clubbing on New Year’s. I said “Sure, I’m going out with the guys tomorrow.” She said “Okay, sounds good. Well let me get going and I’ll talk to you later.” I walked her to her car and closed the door for her. As soon as I re-entered the Showroom the guys went off on me. “You lucky SOB, you’re seeing her! Wow, you must be on your best behavior with her! I just laughed at them and said “Jealousy is an ugly thing!” As I settled in at my desk it occurred to me that she had to have dressed like that for me and I liked it.
Jim came in and sat down and began to make small talk. Three minutes later the guys were all hanging over the walls of the cubicle. Jim asked “So how long have you been seeing her?” I laughed hard and told him “She let me know from the beginning that she was interested in me.” The guys grumbled and Jim asked “So what’s her old man think about you seeing her?” I told the guys that I’d met the family and spent Christmas Day with them and that they are really nice people. That really annoyed the guys and two of them said “June or September wedding? Which will it be Bryan?” I roared with laughter and replied “In which year guys?” As they walked away Jim turned toward me and said “Those legs and nylons… Damn! Yeow!” I relished that the guys were hot for Karen and jealous of me because I had her and they didn’t. Jim was right though, those legs and nylons! Yeow!
New Year’s Eve arrived and I decided to sleep in since I would be staying up late to see the New Year in. After having gone to the gym and doing a few errands, I called Karen around 12:30 p.m. She said we would be having dinner at The Club late, at 7:00 p.m. and that I should arrive at her house by no later than 6:30. The Ball was black tie, but optional for the dinner. I had decided to surprise Karen and rent a tux. I arrived at the Smith’s at 6:15. Phillip opened the door wearing a black blazer, grey trousers and red bow tie. He cut quite the dapper image for a seven year old. Karen called from upstairs asking if it had been me at the door. Phil ran up the stairs to announce my arrival. A few minutes later Karen came down the stairs. She was wearing a short, black dress, the hem of which hit her mid-thigh! The dress was adorned with silver beads and sequins which formed the shape exploding fireworks on the front bodice. She also wore black sequined pumps and black ultra sheer pantyhose. Her makeup was flawless and she had played up her eyes a bit more than usual I guess because it was a festive occasion. Taking in the image of her while trying not to salivate was difficult so naturally my brain told my cock to begin stiffening. I told Karen she looked beautiful. She thanked me, told me I looked very handsome in my tux and then we gave each other a little kiss.
A few minutes later the Smith’s descended the stairs. Mrs. Smith looked stunning herself. She wore a red gown with sequins and beads across the neckline. Mr. Smith said “Aren’t we two lucky men to be escorting these beauties tonight, huh Bryan?” I agreed with him and said “All eyes will be on these lovely ladies tonight.” Karen and Mrs. Smith just shook their heads and smiled. Mr. Smith made the rounds to check that all the doors and windows were locked before we left for The Club. Mr. Smith asked if I minded going in two cars so that he and Mrs. Smith would not have to leave The Club after dinner to bring us back to the house. I told him that was fine with me. I led Karen into the Monte Carlo as the Smith’s piled into Mrs. Smith’s Seville.
The Club was less than 10 minutes from the Smith’s home. As we ascended the stairs Karen pointed out how one could see the valley below. She pointed out her street but because it was dark said it was too difficult to point out just which house was hers. We went inside and the atmosphere was high energy. Everyone was in a party mood. We were escorted to our table. A quartet played as guests dined and drank. I inquired about the ball and Mrs. Smith stated it would be held in the Ballroom and the doors opened at 9:00 and the celebration ends at 2:00 a.m. There would be a band, open bar and buffet throughout the evening. Mr. Smith said they decided to get a room because it was the responsible thing to do.
We enjoyed a leisurely, though elegant dinner and when finished Phil took in one last look at the huge Christmas tree adorning the center hall. Mrs. Smith kissed Karen, Phil and finally me, as she wished us a happy new year. Then Mr. Smith followed us out to the cars so he could retrieve the Smith’s luggage. Once outside we discovered it was just beginning to sleet. Mr. Smith obtained the luggage then kissed and hugged Karen and Phil. He shook my hand and wished the three of us a happy new year and made a plea that we drive safely and call The Club as soon as we arrived home. Phil climbed in back and I suggested to Karen that she fasten his seat belt. She agreed then fastened her’s too. When we exited The Club the sleet wasn’t too much of a concern but by the time the car had warmed up and we began to slowly exit the parking lot it was mixing with freezing rain. Fortunately, we had only two miles to travel. I turned the radio on and the DJ announced that the weather forecast had taken a change for the worse and we could expect heaving freezing rain and sleet possibly mixed with light snow at times. Travel could be treacherous in some areas. “Oh that’s just terrific. So many will be out tonight” Karen said.
I pulled into the Smith’s driveway and helped steady Karen as we proceeded to the front door. She opened it as I went back for Phil. Once inside we kicked off our wet shoes in the foyer and hung our coats. Karen headed straight for the kitchen phone and called The Club. She asked that her father be paged. She informed Mr. Smith that roads were getting bad and it had taken three times the usual time to get home. I could hear her saying something about “Daddy I agree 100%. Phil announced he was cold and wanted hot chocolate. Karen agreed that sounded good but first she ran upstairs then quickly returned wearing pink fuzzy anklets over her nyloned feet. The three of us sat at the kitchen table drinking the chocolate when I announced I had better get going before it got too bad. Karen stared at me incredulously as she declared “You are not going anywhere! You are staying here tonight and that’s final! Besides, my Dad insists you stay put.” Phil looked at me quite seriously and said “Bryan do you want to have a car crash?” I answered back “No Phil, I don’t want that.” He said “Then you have to spend the night.” Karen smiled and announced “Then it’s settled.”
Karen said “Come on Phil. Let’s go upstairs and change your clothes.” Before they hit the stairs Karen asked me to start a fire in the family room. Minutes later they were back with Phil wearing his PJs. Karen set the VCR to record the fireworks for Phil knowing he would be out like a light before mid-night. The three of us curled up on the sofa as we watched television. Soon Phil had nodded off and Karen whispered that she was going to put him to bed. I offered to carry him up as I thought it dangerous for her to carry him up the stairs. Once Phil was put to bed Karen whispered in the hall that she would put a new toothbrush in her bathroom for me as well as towels. She said “You can’t sleep in that tonight. Let me get you a set of my Dad’s sweats.” I laughed and said “I’m all set; I sleep in my birthday suit.” Karen’s eyes widened and she smiled and said “Got news for you bucko, not in this house with a seven year old.” She went off to her parent’s room to get the sweats for me. I must admit I did want to change into something more comfortable. She returned with a pair of navy sweats and I put them on in the guest room while she was in her room. Karen appeared in the hall wearing a sleep shirt and her black pantyhose. I was relieved she hadn’t removed them. We went back down to the family room and snuggled on the sofa as we watched some television. She informed me she had a bottle of sparkling cider in the refrigerator that she wanted to open and have a toast with at mid-night. I said it sounded good and added another log to the fire. Karen noticed there was only one more log of wood and said we should bring in more. I told her I would do it and asked where it was. Fortunately, there was wood in the garage. I brought in eight more logs so we would have enough for several more hours of fire.
During a commercial break, the local news station announced the winds may pickup during the night and with the accumulating ice there was a high probability of power outages. In unison we said “Oh terrific!” We made out a little from time to time but kept from getting into anything too hot. A couple of times between 11:00 and 11:30 the lights flickered but fortunately they never actually went out. I had been curious about Karen’s pantyhose from the moment I saw them and asked her if they were one of the pairs I had given her. She said they were and asked me if I approved. I whispered in her ear “Baby I wholeheartedly approve. You look incredible in them. Thanks for keeping them on for me.”
Mid-night was fast approaching so Karen headed to the kitchen to get the cider and glasses. She returned with a tray with strawberries, the cider and the glasses. A few minutes before 12 the VCR came on to record for Phil. Karen poured us each a glass of cider for the big moment. At the stroke of midnight we kissed then wished each other Happy New Year. We clinked our glasses prior to taking a sip of the cider. We lay spooning on the floor in front of the fire watching the celebration from Times Square. I ran the palm of my left hand up and down Karen’s left leg, relishing the smooth and silky feel of her pantyhose. She turned to face me as we began to kiss again. I pulled pillows from one of the sofas and placed them under her head as we kissed and I let my left hand roam her hosed legs. Karen responded by running her fingers through my hair. At 12:15 a.m. there was another commercial break in which the news station reported that conditions had seriously deteriorated and viewers were warned to stay off the roads because we had yet to see the worst of the weather. We both looked at each other then Karen said she wanted to take a look outside. She proceeded to the sunroom and I followed behind her. She flipped on the outside lights and the garden looked like an ice sculpture. Everything was ice covered and we could hear ice hitting the skylights. Light snow was mixing with freezing rain and sleet. We headed back to the family room and I added another log to the fire.
We resumed our making out. I began running one hand all over Karen’s legs as I played with her hair with my other hand. She gently pushed me back as we lay on the floor then she climbed on top of me and we continued kissing as she slid her hand under the sweatshirt. Her soft hand felt so good running over my chest. I was rock hard in my briefs and the sweat pants did nothing to conceal it. Karen’s ass sat just north of my stiff cock. I strained my cock in an attempt to feel it press against her ass. As we continued kissing I brought my hands to her beautiful ass. I held her cheeks like two melons. I loved how they felt enrobed in the slick, tight, sheer nylon of her pantyhose. I began to trace my finger up and down the center seam of the hose in search of her asshole. After a few minutes I found it and began to gently but firmly push the sheer fabric against it. Karen squirmed with delight each time my finger hit her hole. I wondered if she might let me stick my finger in her ass. I thought about it for a moment and thought the better of it. Later, much later in our relationship I thought.
Karen lifted her hips and moved back toward the tent in my sweat pants. “Whoa!” slowly I urged. “I’m so hard. Come down gently” I implored her. “Oh my gosh, Pantyhose Boy you are hard aren’t you?” I nodded my head “yes” as Karen slowly and ever so lightly rocked her hips as she sat upon me. It felt great but too good as I feared she may get me off in the sweats. I continued rubbing my hands all over her ass as she leaned forward and we resumed kissing passionately. I raised my hips a little and was able to feel my covered cockhead barely brush against her ass. Oh how I wanted to grind my cock all over her ass and thighs. Karen raised her sleep shirt over her shoulders and tossed it aside. She now sat on top of me wearing only her black, sheer to waist ultra sheer pantyhose. My cock jerked several times as I looked Karen over. Gently, I pushed her backward onto the blanket. I propped a pillow under her head then spread her legs and buried my face in her crotch. Fuck! She smelled so sweet and feminine. I began to lap at the gusset in her pantyhose. Karen had begun to dampen the panel on her own but because I was so hungry for her I had it soaked with my saliva in just a few minutes.
I teased her repeatedly by raking my upper teeth across the panel which sent shivers through Karen’s body. I sat up for a quick moment and pulled off the sweatshirt and jumped out of the pants then resumed my position between her legs. As I teased Karen’s confined pussy I also kissed and licked her inner thighs. A couple of times she clasped her thighs tight against my head which really turned me on. I lifted Karen’s right foot and as I did so I asked her to put her hand inside her pantyhose and caress her pussy for me to watch. She slipped her right hand down the front of her hose and began to diddle herself as I brought her right foot to my face and began licking and kissing the sole of her foot. I moved to her reinforced toes and saturated the dense nylon while running my fingers up and down her leg. I lowered her foot to my lap and let her foot press against my stiff cock.
Next, I raised Karen’s left foot and began showing it the same adoration I’d shown her right foot. I could see Karen was enjoying herself. Her fingers were wet with her juices. I grasped her arm and pulled it from her hose. I licked her fingers clean then began to lap at her pussy again through her pantyhose. I wanted to see how long it would take before her juices were flowing through the sheer nylon mesh of her hose. With Karen’s legs thrown over my shoulders and my finger tips running up and down her legs, I went to town on her nylon pussy. As I lapped and raked my teeth over her love box, Karen stroked my hard cock with her left hand. I was leaking precum like a madman and Karen rubbed it over my cockhead which drove me crazy as it felt so damned good.
I looked up at Karen and growled “I want you! I want you so bad! I want you now!” Karen said “I know, let’s do it Bryan” she said. “I don’t have any condoms” I replied. “Then you had better be careful!” Karen said. With her legs still over my shoulders I pushed my right index finger against the pantyhose gusset. It would not go through so I used both hands to force my thumbs through. The panel was small, thus the hole was too. I tugged a little harder breaking the seam around the gusset so her pussy was fully exposed. I knew I’d eventually have to rip it more if I wanted to get to Karen’s asshole.
I placed my cockhead against her waiting lips as I looked Karen in her eyes. With her legs over my shoulders, and my hands wrapped around her thighs, I began to slowly invade her pussy with my hot and horny cock. I was filled with lust for Karen at that moment and also sincerely honored that she was permitting me to be her first. Her tight little box was like a furnace and I loved it. She was so wet and felt so good that I had to keep myself in check that I didn’t “lose it” and spontaneously blow a nut then and there. Karen whimpered a little and began to breathe deeply. I asked her if she was alright and she said she was. Once I was completely buried insider her I leaned forward and we began kissing. As we kissed I began to pump my horny cock in her love box. Karen responded immediately and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her sheer nylons felt fantastic against my lower back. As if reading my mind she began to rub her legs over my back, ass and upper thighs. That alone was nearly enough to get me off.
Karen’s moaning and pants increased in intensity. “Oh Bryan, oh Bryan” she whispered and panted. I proceeded slowly with her. I wanted to savor this for as long as possible. Slowly and rhythmically, I fucked her for a good 15 minutes as we kissed and I licked and sucked on her pert breasts. At one point, Karen gently bit my lower lip which made my cock quiver with intensity.
I decided to turn my attention to Karen’s asshole. I placed both hands on either side of the hole in her pantyhose and ripped it a little more until her asshole was exposed. The reinforced T-band of her pantyhose shot a tiny run up toward the waistband but was still intact thus preventing a run in her hose. I pushed Karen’s legs back, exposing her tight little hole to me and kissed it. Karen’s eyes went wide. Next, I began to lap at her asshole with my tongue. Karen responded with lustful moaning and groans. I ran my hands over her legs and ate her ass for 20 minutes or so when Karen begged me to fuck her again. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I asked her to rise up from the floor as I placed her in position. I had Karen on all fours as I crept up behind her. I entered her from behind and lay my chest against her back as I whispered in her left ear “Are you read for Daddy’s dick Baby?” she moaned and gently shook her head up and down.
Slowly at first, I began to pump her from behind. Seeing Karen was enjoying it, I began to pick up my pace. I placed my hands on her hips and held her in position as I fucked her. Occasionally, I’d let a hand slide up and down her nylon clad thigh. As I looked at her I couldn’t believe my luck. Karen looked fantastic in her black pantyhose. I loved how sexy her ass looked jiggling about in her sheer to waist pantyhose as my cock invaded her pussy. The sight of the sheer nylon enveloping her was intoxicating and I was drunk on it. I began to fuck Karen a little harder, then a little harder. I asked her if Daddy’s dick felt good and she said it did. “Can I fuck you Baby, really fuck you?” I asked. “Oh yes! Do it Bryan, Daddy!” she said. I began pumping her pussy good. I ran my hands over Karen’s back, played with her breasts and kissed her as I fucked her. Oh yeah! She felt fantastic on my hard cock. I rose up and took in the complete view. It was a view I could be happy seeing every day. I placed my right hand on Karen’s hip and with my left hand I took hold of the pantyhose waistband. I lifted it up from her back and held on to it. I liked how it looked as if I were riding her and the pantyhose waistband was the reins. I moved my right hand to the waistband and now with both hands holding on I began to pump Karen furiously and she responded by panting aloud “Oh, yes! Bryan, oh Bryan!” I returned my right hand to her hip and began wrapping the waistband around my left hand. I kept the pantyhose taut across Karen’s ass as my hot cock pounded her.
I began nearly pulling out then slipping back in quickly. Karen shuddered and that was all I needed to know she was enjoying it. I heard a faint ripping sound of her pantyhose but paid it no mind as we fucked. I had finally reached the point where I knew I was about to cum. “Oh Baby! I’m going to cum!” I shrieked. Where do you want me to do it Baby?” I asked. Before Karen could answer me I had pulled out and began to grunt and groan as cum began to spurt hard from my cock. My cock was spouting like a fountain and I sprayed my cum all over Karen’s ass. “Fuck Baby! I couldn’t help it! I’m cumming on your ass! She said “Oh I feel it. It’s so hot.” I placed my twitching cock against Karen’s pantyhosed ass then leaned forward and kissed her passionately and told her I loved her. We remained frozen like that for a few minutes when I suggested we head upstairs and clean-up. We retreated to her room. I peeled Karen’s cum soaked pantyhose from her legs as she stepped out of them. She reached for them and balled them up then deposited them on top of a magazine on her dresser. We stepped into the bathtub and began a hot shower together.
Within a few minutes I was hard again and Karen was astonished. “Does that turn you on Baby?” I asked. “Do you see what you do to me?” I asked. We kissed and soaped each other up. Karen soaped her hands and reached for my hard cock. “I think we need to drain all the cum from your balls before we go to bed” she said. She began to stroke my cock, then my balls then my cock again. She began giving my cockhead a workout and only seconds later I was grunting and shaking as cum shot against the tile. Karen would not stop. She continued stroking my soapy cock as it spasmed and I sighed and whimpered. Finally, it reached the point where I grabbed her hand and said “Okay, okay! Shit girl! I’m done. I can’t take anymore.” She wouldn’t stop though. I finally pleaded with her as my knees began to buckle. Karen laughed and kissed me then we finished our shower.
We dressed and returned to the family room. The fire was nearly out and it was nearly 2:00 a.m. by now. We turned on the lights and looked at the back yard. Everything was coated in sleet and freezing rain and a few small tree limbs had fallen in the yard. We were both tired and agreed to let the fire die out as we cuddled on the sofa and watched television. Around 2:30 I checked the fire and it was finally out. We checked all the doors, then turned out the lights downstairs and headed upstairs. We went into Phil’s room to check on him. He had moved around so much in his sleep that his blanket was more on the floor than on him so Karen fixed it and put a second one on him. Next, we retreated to Karen’s room. We slipped into her bed, kissed then spooned as we drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to Karen shaking me. “Bryan, the power went out” she said. Still half asleep I asked her what time it was. She said “It’s almost 4:00 but the clock stopped just before 3:00. We should go downstairs and light a fire. I don’t want to keep Phil up here with no heat.” I fumbled to my feet and told Karen to gather blankets while I started a fire. Once I got the fire going I went back upstairs. I scooped up Phil and carried him down to the family room and placed him near the fireplace. By now the house was getting cold. Karen had brought socks for the three of us. Phil did little more than stir as he was brought to the family room. Karen made up a “bed” for us on the floor next to Phil. It wasn’t long before we were back to sleep. Sometime later, I woke up needing to take a piss. I noticed the fire had died down considerably so I placed another log on it.
We both woke up to Phil asking how he got downstairs. We told him the power was off. Karen checked the grandfather clock. It was now 8:00 a.m. We still did not have power. Karen asked Phil to lie down but he wasn’t having it. “Ugh!” she groaned. “I hope he’s not up for the day. Phil, can’t you lay down for a little bit, we are still sleepy and the house is cold, we need to sleep by the fire.” Reluctantly Phil agreed to lay down if he could snuggle with Karen. Around 9:05 we woke up to the sound of the furnace kicking on. Phil asked for breakfast so Karen went into the kitchen to make it for him. She told me to head upstairs and get some more sleep. Once in bed, I was out just as the power had been.
Karen joined me a short time later. She said Phil was watching cartoons. We both lay our heads down and drifted off to sleep. We were awakened at 11:00 by Phil asking if we were ever going to get up. We went downstairs and I made us brunch. Karen was surprised her parent’s hadn’t called to check on us. She decided to call them. When she lifted the receiver from the telephone there was no dial tone. “Oh well, at least we have power” she said. As we finished eating Karen told me to go ahead and take a shower if I wanted one while she cleaned-up the kitchen.
I went up to Karen’s bedroom and began to step out of the sweat pants when I noticed Karen’s wadded up black pantyhose sitting on her dresser. I picked them up by the waistband and let them unfurl as I began to look them over. My cum was still a little damp and plainly visible on the black nylon fabric. Most of my cum had landed on the back of the panty. I looked closely and could see no runs in the stockings of the hose, only in the reinforced t-band/center seam and they went up to the waistband. My cock was getting hard and I decided to give the pantyhose a good whiff. Mmm, the pantyhose reeked of sex. The sweet smell of Karen’s pussy mixed with my semen. I balled the pantyhose up and placed them back on the dresser and jumped in the shower. I soaped my cock and a minute later was shooting cum on the tiled wall. Just as I exited the shower Karen entered her room and announced that she had left another set of sweats on her bed for me to wear. I got dressed and went downstairs. Phil and I played his video games as Karen took her turn to shower and wash her hair. When she came down she was wearing a sweater, denim skirt and coffee colored pantyhose. They weren’t Hanes but they were very sheer, day sheer so I assumed they were a pair of the Ben Franklin pantyhose. I hoped so because that meant they were inexpensive and I could manhandle her legs and feet without guilt.
Karen sat on the couch next to me as Phil and I continued to play. Shortly thereafter, Karen noticed the fire was dying and got up to put another log on it. She sat on the brick hearth and poked at the embers to stir the fire. As she rose from the hearth she rubbed her left hand against the side of her left thigh. I asked “You didn’t get burned did you?” Karen said “No, somehow my pantyhose snagged on a brick.” She looked down at her leg as she walked toward me and of course I was checking them out too. Just as she began to sit to my right the snagged threads in her hose broke. A nickel sized hole opened up and the nylon immediately began to unravel. My cock popped to attention in the sweats. She continued her motions to sit which only added additional stress on her hose and caused the hole to grow to the size of a quarter. An inch wide run shot down to her knee and up under her skirt. Karen didn’t say anything, she just let out a soft sigh then watched Phil and I play the video game. I couldn’t resist mentioning it and said “Your pantyhose just ran before my eyes. I hope they were old.” Karen shrugged her shoulders then said “No, of course they had to be new out of the packet. That’s always the way.” I leaned in and whispered into Karen’s ear “Don’t fret, Daddy will keep you in pantyhose Sexy.”
At around 1:30 p.m. the telephone finally rang. The Smith’s were calling to see if we were okay and to let us know that they would be home around 3:00 as they were waiting for the salt to take affect on the roads. I spent the rest of the day at the Smith’s. Just prior to her parent’s arriving home, Karen excused herself and retreated to her bedroom. When she returned to the family room she was wearing a different pair of pantyhose. They were the same fabric as the coffee colored pair, only they were a cream color and I immediately hated them because they were basically off-white. I made a mental note that I would soon have to tell Karen that I did not want her to wear white or off-white pantyhose because I hated them and that if she had more she should let me destroy all of them. I wondered how she would feel about such a request. I felt confident that if I were to take her shopping for dozens of new pantyhose she would be agreeable to letting me destroy her nasty white hose.
When the Smith’s arrived home, Mrs. Smith asked me to stay for dinner which I was happy to do. I apologized for wearing Mr. Smith’s sweats and they shook their heads and laughed and told me not to be silly, that I had to wear something. After dinner I went up to Karen’s room to gather up my things, i.e., my tuxedo, shoes, etc. I noticed the black pantyhose were no longer on the dresser. I ducked into the bathroom and looked into the wastebasket. There were two pantyhose packets standing in the can for the pantyhose Karen had worn, as well as the balled up coffee pantyhose. I reached in and pulled the coffee pantyhose out and when I did I saw that the black Hanes were at the bottom of the can. I fished them out too. Back in the bedroom, I placed the Hanes pantyhose inside a pants pocket to my tux. As I balled up the coffee colored pantyhose I heard Phil say: “Is that my sister’s?” I looked at him and placed my finger to my mouth and said “Shh.” Phil said “Why are you taking Karen’s nylons?” I whispered to Phil “Karen threw them away, I really like them so that’s why I’m taking them but it has to be a secret. Okay?” Phil looked at me and said “Well, I don’t know. What will happen if I tell her?” I had the thought “This k** is killing me.” Then I said, “Karen might get mad at me and I don’t want her mad at me. Can this be our secret between you and me?” Phil put his hand out and said “One dollar and it’s our secret.” I couldn’t believe it. He was a little extortionist. One dollar for the pantyhose was a bargain. I reached in my wallet and handed him the dollar and reminded him that we had made a deal. He shook his head in agreement as he ran off to his room with the cash.
I went down to the family room with my things and thanked the Smiths again for inviting me to be part of their New Year’s festivities. Karen walked me to the door and we embraced and kissed passionately as I pushed my stiffening cock against her thigh. Her eyes widened as our lips parted. “Oh my, you are a tiger” she whispered. I winked and replied “Hmm, it’s what you do to me.” We said goodbye as I walked out the door and made my way to my car. By now the paved surfaces were just wet so driving home wasn’t a big deal. Once home I immediately retrieved the two pair of pantyhose from the tuxedo pants and placed each pair in its own plastic bag. I was tired and didn’t have the energy to play with my new treasures just then. I had an early day at work so the pantyhose would have to wait until I got home from work. I would be home early so I could play with the pantyhose as long as I wanted including the other pairs I had pilfered if I felt inclined to do so. As I drifted off to sleep I had a quick flash of a wedding. I quickly realized I was viewing my wedding and it was to Karen. I smiled then fell into a deeper sleep.
I hit the shower then jumped into bed. I was working the next couple of days in order to have off New Year’s Eve Day. I had yet to ask Karen what she wanted to do or if she had plans. We couldn’t go night clubbing since she wasn’t yet of legal age to drink. My parent’s had said something about brunch on New Year’s Day so I kept that in the back of my mind as well.
I woke-up at 7:30, ate a bowl of cereal, brushed my teeth, threw on sweats and grabbed a banana as I headed out the door for the gym. I had a great workout and was feeling on top of the world. I arrived home from the gym at 8:45 a.m. and called Karen. She was up and answered the phone. I asked her how she was feeling and if she had as good a time as I did yesterday. She said she did and that her body had never experienced such waves of pleasure before. I told I was happy to hear that and honored to be the one who shared that with her. She was silent for a moment and I asked if she was still there. She said “Yeah, I’m here. Bryan… is it normal for me to feel so horny now?” I began to grin from ear to ear, and assured her that everything she was experiencing was normal. I told her that once you become sexually active it is often like a d**g and you want to experience that pleasure as often as you can. She was quiet as she listened then said, “Okay that makes a lot of sense.”
I informed her that I’d be working the next couple of days but had evenings free other than tomorrow as I was getting together with some buds. I remembered New Year’s Eve and asked if she had plans. She said her family was having dinner at The Club and then she and Phil would be coming back home for the night while her parents attended the New Year’s Ball. I said “Well, I’d like to spend New Year’s with you.” She said “Let me check into what’s really up and I’ll let you know, but I feel the same.” I said “Okay, Baby. Be good. Goodbye.”
I left for work at 9:40 and for the remainder of the morning I felt like my call with Karen was odd. I was worried that just maybe she was scared of her feelings or things were moving to fast. I told myself not to let my imagination get the best of me and that the next time I saw her I would tell her that whatever she was feeling was okay and if she wanted to go slower that was okay too.
It was nearly 1:00 p.m. and I had not eaten lunch yet because I had just finished a sale. I was feeling ravenous. A few of the guys had sent out for food but I didn’t order anything because I didn’t want to eventually sit down to a cold burger. I considered walking across the street for a burger or having a pizza delivered. At 1:15 a black Camaro pulled up out front. The driver’s door opened and two heels exited and planted themselves on the pavement. Then a mane of raven curls began to exit and rise. “What’s Karen doing here?” I thought. She was wearing a brown and white rabbit fur coat, short and tight navy skirt, tan heels and coffee colored pantyhose. Once she began walking she quickly got her rhythm. She would probably be mad at me for thinking this but she looked like a high priced hooker which those mile high legs and swinging hips. My cock bounced more than once as I watched her strut her stuff.
The five guys in the showroom with me moved in unison toward the windows to watch her walk across the front of the Showroom and around to the side where the doors are located. Jim recognized her right away and held the door open for her. He greeted her and asked how she liked her Camaro. She made small talk with him and then he asked if there was anything he could do for her. Karen smiled and said “Yes, there is, could you tell me where Bryan is?” Jim began to escort Karen toward my cubicle but by then I was on my way to meet her. All of the guys were looking her over and giving me dirty looks. I asked her what brought her in and she said “We still have a ton of food from Christmas. I thought you might want a turkey sandwich for lunch and I packed some other things for you to eat as well.” I was touched that she was thinking of me and had brought me lunch. I thanked her several times and asked her to come to my cubicle while I ate. I told her it would be alright. She followed me to the cubicle and as she stepped in I looked in the direction of the guys who by now were all giving me the stink eye. I ate as Karen talked. She said her parent’s wanted me to join them for dinner at The Club and then we would leave after dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Smith would stay for The Ball and had reserved a room at The Club. She asked me if it was alright that I didn’t go out clubbing on New Year’s. I said “Sure, I’m going out with the guys tomorrow.” She said “Okay, sounds good. Well let me get going and I’ll talk to you later.” I walked her to her car and closed the door for her. As soon as I re-entered the Showroom the guys went off on me. “You lucky SOB, you’re seeing her! Wow, you must be on your best behavior with her! I just laughed at them and said “Jealousy is an ugly thing!” As I settled in at my desk it occurred to me that she had to have dressed like that for me and I liked it.
Jim came in and sat down and began to make small talk. Three minutes later the guys were all hanging over the walls of the cubicle. Jim asked “So how long have you been seeing her?” I laughed hard and told him “She let me know from the beginning that she was interested in me.” The guys grumbled and Jim asked “So what’s her old man think about you seeing her?” I told the guys that I’d met the family and spent Christmas Day with them and that they are really nice people. That really annoyed the guys and two of them said “June or September wedding? Which will it be Bryan?” I roared with laughter and replied “In which year guys?” As they walked away Jim turned toward me and said “Those legs and nylons… Damn! Yeow!” I relished that the guys were hot for Karen and jealous of me because I had her and they didn’t. Jim was right though, those legs and nylons! Yeow!
New Year’s Eve arrived and I decided to sleep in since I would be staying up late to see the New Year in. After having gone to the gym and doing a few errands, I called Karen around 12:30 p.m. She said we would be having dinner at The Club late, at 7:00 p.m. and that I should arrive at her house by no later than 6:30. The Ball was black tie, but optional for the dinner. I had decided to surprise Karen and rent a tux. I arrived at the Smith’s at 6:15. Phillip opened the door wearing a black blazer, grey trousers and red bow tie. He cut quite the dapper image for a seven year old. Karen called from upstairs asking if it had been me at the door. Phil ran up the stairs to announce my arrival. A few minutes later Karen came down the stairs. She was wearing a short, black dress, the hem of which hit her mid-thigh! The dress was adorned with silver beads and sequins which formed the shape exploding fireworks on the front bodice. She also wore black sequined pumps and black ultra sheer pantyhose. Her makeup was flawless and she had played up her eyes a bit more than usual I guess because it was a festive occasion. Taking in the image of her while trying not to salivate was difficult so naturally my brain told my cock to begin stiffening. I told Karen she looked beautiful. She thanked me, told me I looked very handsome in my tux and then we gave each other a little kiss.
A few minutes later the Smith’s descended the stairs. Mrs. Smith looked stunning herself. She wore a red gown with sequins and beads across the neckline. Mr. Smith said “Aren’t we two lucky men to be escorting these beauties tonight, huh Bryan?” I agreed with him and said “All eyes will be on these lovely ladies tonight.” Karen and Mrs. Smith just shook their heads and smiled. Mr. Smith made the rounds to check that all the doors and windows were locked before we left for The Club. Mr. Smith asked if I minded going in two cars so that he and Mrs. Smith would not have to leave The Club after dinner to bring us back to the house. I told him that was fine with me. I led Karen into the Monte Carlo as the Smith’s piled into Mrs. Smith’s Seville.
The Club was less than 10 minutes from the Smith’s home. As we ascended the stairs Karen pointed out how one could see the valley below. She pointed out her street but because it was dark said it was too difficult to point out just which house was hers. We went inside and the atmosphere was high energy. Everyone was in a party mood. We were escorted to our table. A quartet played as guests dined and drank. I inquired about the ball and Mrs. Smith stated it would be held in the Ballroom and the doors opened at 9:00 and the celebration ends at 2:00 a.m. There would be a band, open bar and buffet throughout the evening. Mr. Smith said they decided to get a room because it was the responsible thing to do.
We enjoyed a leisurely, though elegant dinner and when finished Phil took in one last look at the huge Christmas tree adorning the center hall. Mrs. Smith kissed Karen, Phil and finally me, as she wished us a happy new year. Then Mr. Smith followed us out to the cars so he could retrieve the Smith’s luggage. Once outside we discovered it was just beginning to sleet. Mr. Smith obtained the luggage then kissed and hugged Karen and Phil. He shook my hand and wished the three of us a happy new year and made a plea that we drive safely and call The Club as soon as we arrived home. Phil climbed in back and I suggested to Karen that she fasten his seat belt. She agreed then fastened her’s too. When we exited The Club the sleet wasn’t too much of a concern but by the time the car had warmed up and we began to slowly exit the parking lot it was mixing with freezing rain. Fortunately, we had only two miles to travel. I turned the radio on and the DJ announced that the weather forecast had taken a change for the worse and we could expect heaving freezing rain and sleet possibly mixed with light snow at times. Travel could be treacherous in some areas. “Oh that’s just terrific. So many will be out tonight” Karen said.
I pulled into the Smith’s driveway and helped steady Karen as we proceeded to the front door. She opened it as I went back for Phil. Once inside we kicked off our wet shoes in the foyer and hung our coats. Karen headed straight for the kitchen phone and called The Club. She asked that her father be paged. She informed Mr. Smith that roads were getting bad and it had taken three times the usual time to get home. I could hear her saying something about “Daddy I agree 100%. Phil announced he was cold and wanted hot chocolate. Karen agreed that sounded good but first she ran upstairs then quickly returned wearing pink fuzzy anklets over her nyloned feet. The three of us sat at the kitchen table drinking the chocolate when I announced I had better get going before it got too bad. Karen stared at me incredulously as she declared “You are not going anywhere! You are staying here tonight and that’s final! Besides, my Dad insists you stay put.” Phil looked at me quite seriously and said “Bryan do you want to have a car crash?” I answered back “No Phil, I don’t want that.” He said “Then you have to spend the night.” Karen smiled and announced “Then it’s settled.”
Karen said “Come on Phil. Let’s go upstairs and change your clothes.” Before they hit the stairs Karen asked me to start a fire in the family room. Minutes later they were back with Phil wearing his PJs. Karen set the VCR to record the fireworks for Phil knowing he would be out like a light before mid-night. The three of us curled up on the sofa as we watched television. Soon Phil had nodded off and Karen whispered that she was going to put him to bed. I offered to carry him up as I thought it dangerous for her to carry him up the stairs. Once Phil was put to bed Karen whispered in the hall that she would put a new toothbrush in her bathroom for me as well as towels. She said “You can’t sleep in that tonight. Let me get you a set of my Dad’s sweats.” I laughed and said “I’m all set; I sleep in my birthday suit.” Karen’s eyes widened and she smiled and said “Got news for you bucko, not in this house with a seven year old.” She went off to her parent’s room to get the sweats for me. I must admit I did want to change into something more comfortable. She returned with a pair of navy sweats and I put them on in the guest room while she was in her room. Karen appeared in the hall wearing a sleep shirt and her black pantyhose. I was relieved she hadn’t removed them. We went back down to the family room and snuggled on the sofa as we watched some television. She informed me she had a bottle of sparkling cider in the refrigerator that she wanted to open and have a toast with at mid-night. I said it sounded good and added another log to the fire. Karen noticed there was only one more log of wood and said we should bring in more. I told her I would do it and asked where it was. Fortunately, there was wood in the garage. I brought in eight more logs so we would have enough for several more hours of fire.
During a commercial break, the local news station announced the winds may pickup during the night and with the accumulating ice there was a high probability of power outages. In unison we said “Oh terrific!” We made out a little from time to time but kept from getting into anything too hot. A couple of times between 11:00 and 11:30 the lights flickered but fortunately they never actually went out. I had been curious about Karen’s pantyhose from the moment I saw them and asked her if they were one of the pairs I had given her. She said they were and asked me if I approved. I whispered in her ear “Baby I wholeheartedly approve. You look incredible in them. Thanks for keeping them on for me.”
Mid-night was fast approaching so Karen headed to the kitchen to get the cider and glasses. She returned with a tray with strawberries, the cider and the glasses. A few minutes before 12 the VCR came on to record for Phil. Karen poured us each a glass of cider for the big moment. At the stroke of midnight we kissed then wished each other Happy New Year. We clinked our glasses prior to taking a sip of the cider. We lay spooning on the floor in front of the fire watching the celebration from Times Square. I ran the palm of my left hand up and down Karen’s left leg, relishing the smooth and silky feel of her pantyhose. She turned to face me as we began to kiss again. I pulled pillows from one of the sofas and placed them under her head as we kissed and I let my left hand roam her hosed legs. Karen responded by running her fingers through my hair. At 12:15 a.m. there was another commercial break in which the news station reported that conditions had seriously deteriorated and viewers were warned to stay off the roads because we had yet to see the worst of the weather. We both looked at each other then Karen said she wanted to take a look outside. She proceeded to the sunroom and I followed behind her. She flipped on the outside lights and the garden looked like an ice sculpture. Everything was ice covered and we could hear ice hitting the skylights. Light snow was mixing with freezing rain and sleet. We headed back to the family room and I added another log to the fire.
We resumed our making out. I began running one hand all over Karen’s legs as I played with her hair with my other hand. She gently pushed me back as we lay on the floor then she climbed on top of me and we continued kissing as she slid her hand under the sweatshirt. Her soft hand felt so good running over my chest. I was rock hard in my briefs and the sweat pants did nothing to conceal it. Karen’s ass sat just north of my stiff cock. I strained my cock in an attempt to feel it press against her ass. As we continued kissing I brought my hands to her beautiful ass. I held her cheeks like two melons. I loved how they felt enrobed in the slick, tight, sheer nylon of her pantyhose. I began to trace my finger up and down the center seam of the hose in search of her asshole. After a few minutes I found it and began to gently but firmly push the sheer fabric against it. Karen squirmed with delight each time my finger hit her hole. I wondered if she might let me stick my finger in her ass. I thought about it for a moment and thought the better of it. Later, much later in our relationship I thought.
Karen lifted her hips and moved back toward the tent in my sweat pants. “Whoa!” slowly I urged. “I’m so hard. Come down gently” I implored her. “Oh my gosh, Pantyhose Boy you are hard aren’t you?” I nodded my head “yes” as Karen slowly and ever so lightly rocked her hips as she sat upon me. It felt great but too good as I feared she may get me off in the sweats. I continued rubbing my hands all over her ass as she leaned forward and we resumed kissing passionately. I raised my hips a little and was able to feel my covered cockhead barely brush against her ass. Oh how I wanted to grind my cock all over her ass and thighs. Karen raised her sleep shirt over her shoulders and tossed it aside. She now sat on top of me wearing only her black, sheer to waist ultra sheer pantyhose. My cock jerked several times as I looked Karen over. Gently, I pushed her backward onto the blanket. I propped a pillow under her head then spread her legs and buried my face in her crotch. Fuck! She smelled so sweet and feminine. I began to lap at the gusset in her pantyhose. Karen had begun to dampen the panel on her own but because I was so hungry for her I had it soaked with my saliva in just a few minutes.
I teased her repeatedly by raking my upper teeth across the panel which sent shivers through Karen’s body. I sat up for a quick moment and pulled off the sweatshirt and jumped out of the pants then resumed my position between her legs. As I teased Karen’s confined pussy I also kissed and licked her inner thighs. A couple of times she clasped her thighs tight against my head which really turned me on. I lifted Karen’s right foot and as I did so I asked her to put her hand inside her pantyhose and caress her pussy for me to watch. She slipped her right hand down the front of her hose and began to diddle herself as I brought her right foot to my face and began licking and kissing the sole of her foot. I moved to her reinforced toes and saturated the dense nylon while running my fingers up and down her leg. I lowered her foot to my lap and let her foot press against my stiff cock.
Next, I raised Karen’s left foot and began showing it the same adoration I’d shown her right foot. I could see Karen was enjoying herself. Her fingers were wet with her juices. I grasped her arm and pulled it from her hose. I licked her fingers clean then began to lap at her pussy again through her pantyhose. I wanted to see how long it would take before her juices were flowing through the sheer nylon mesh of her hose. With Karen’s legs thrown over my shoulders and my finger tips running up and down her legs, I went to town on her nylon pussy. As I lapped and raked my teeth over her love box, Karen stroked my hard cock with her left hand. I was leaking precum like a madman and Karen rubbed it over my cockhead which drove me crazy as it felt so damned good.
I looked up at Karen and growled “I want you! I want you so bad! I want you now!” Karen said “I know, let’s do it Bryan” she said. “I don’t have any condoms” I replied. “Then you had better be careful!” Karen said. With her legs still over my shoulders I pushed my right index finger against the pantyhose gusset. It would not go through so I used both hands to force my thumbs through. The panel was small, thus the hole was too. I tugged a little harder breaking the seam around the gusset so her pussy was fully exposed. I knew I’d eventually have to rip it more if I wanted to get to Karen’s asshole.
I placed my cockhead against her waiting lips as I looked Karen in her eyes. With her legs over my shoulders, and my hands wrapped around her thighs, I began to slowly invade her pussy with my hot and horny cock. I was filled with lust for Karen at that moment and also sincerely honored that she was permitting me to be her first. Her tight little box was like a furnace and I loved it. She was so wet and felt so good that I had to keep myself in check that I didn’t “lose it” and spontaneously blow a nut then and there. Karen whimpered a little and began to breathe deeply. I asked her if she was alright and she said she was. Once I was completely buried insider her I leaned forward and we began kissing. As we kissed I began to pump my horny cock in her love box. Karen responded immediately and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her sheer nylons felt fantastic against my lower back. As if reading my mind she began to rub her legs over my back, ass and upper thighs. That alone was nearly enough to get me off.
Karen’s moaning and pants increased in intensity. “Oh Bryan, oh Bryan” she whispered and panted. I proceeded slowly with her. I wanted to savor this for as long as possible. Slowly and rhythmically, I fucked her for a good 15 minutes as we kissed and I licked and sucked on her pert breasts. At one point, Karen gently bit my lower lip which made my cock quiver with intensity.
I decided to turn my attention to Karen’s asshole. I placed both hands on either side of the hole in her pantyhose and ripped it a little more until her asshole was exposed. The reinforced T-band of her pantyhose shot a tiny run up toward the waistband but was still intact thus preventing a run in her hose. I pushed Karen’s legs back, exposing her tight little hole to me and kissed it. Karen’s eyes went wide. Next, I began to lap at her asshole with my tongue. Karen responded with lustful moaning and groans. I ran my hands over her legs and ate her ass for 20 minutes or so when Karen begged me to fuck her again. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I asked her to rise up from the floor as I placed her in position. I had Karen on all fours as I crept up behind her. I entered her from behind and lay my chest against her back as I whispered in her left ear “Are you read for Daddy’s dick Baby?” she moaned and gently shook her head up and down.
Slowly at first, I began to pump her from behind. Seeing Karen was enjoying it, I began to pick up my pace. I placed my hands on her hips and held her in position as I fucked her. Occasionally, I’d let a hand slide up and down her nylon clad thigh. As I looked at her I couldn’t believe my luck. Karen looked fantastic in her black pantyhose. I loved how sexy her ass looked jiggling about in her sheer to waist pantyhose as my cock invaded her pussy. The sight of the sheer nylon enveloping her was intoxicating and I was drunk on it. I began to fuck Karen a little harder, then a little harder. I asked her if Daddy’s dick felt good and she said it did. “Can I fuck you Baby, really fuck you?” I asked. “Oh yes! Do it Bryan, Daddy!” she said. I began pumping her pussy good. I ran my hands over Karen’s back, played with her breasts and kissed her as I fucked her. Oh yeah! She felt fantastic on my hard cock. I rose up and took in the complete view. It was a view I could be happy seeing every day. I placed my right hand on Karen’s hip and with my left hand I took hold of the pantyhose waistband. I lifted it up from her back and held on to it. I liked how it looked as if I were riding her and the pantyhose waistband was the reins. I moved my right hand to the waistband and now with both hands holding on I began to pump Karen furiously and she responded by panting aloud “Oh, yes! Bryan, oh Bryan!” I returned my right hand to her hip and began wrapping the waistband around my left hand. I kept the pantyhose taut across Karen’s ass as my hot cock pounded her.
I began nearly pulling out then slipping back in quickly. Karen shuddered and that was all I needed to know she was enjoying it. I heard a faint ripping sound of her pantyhose but paid it no mind as we fucked. I had finally reached the point where I knew I was about to cum. “Oh Baby! I’m going to cum!” I shrieked. Where do you want me to do it Baby?” I asked. Before Karen could answer me I had pulled out and began to grunt and groan as cum began to spurt hard from my cock. My cock was spouting like a fountain and I sprayed my cum all over Karen’s ass. “Fuck Baby! I couldn’t help it! I’m cumming on your ass! She said “Oh I feel it. It’s so hot.” I placed my twitching cock against Karen’s pantyhosed ass then leaned forward and kissed her passionately and told her I loved her. We remained frozen like that for a few minutes when I suggested we head upstairs and clean-up. We retreated to her room. I peeled Karen’s cum soaked pantyhose from her legs as she stepped out of them. She reached for them and balled them up then deposited them on top of a magazine on her dresser. We stepped into the bathtub and began a hot shower together.
Within a few minutes I was hard again and Karen was astonished. “Does that turn you on Baby?” I asked. “Do you see what you do to me?” I asked. We kissed and soaped each other up. Karen soaped her hands and reached for my hard cock. “I think we need to drain all the cum from your balls before we go to bed” she said. She began to stroke my cock, then my balls then my cock again. She began giving my cockhead a workout and only seconds later I was grunting and shaking as cum shot against the tile. Karen would not stop. She continued stroking my soapy cock as it spasmed and I sighed and whimpered. Finally, it reached the point where I grabbed her hand and said “Okay, okay! Shit girl! I’m done. I can’t take anymore.” She wouldn’t stop though. I finally pleaded with her as my knees began to buckle. Karen laughed and kissed me then we finished our shower.
We dressed and returned to the family room. The fire was nearly out and it was nearly 2:00 a.m. by now. We turned on the lights and looked at the back yard. Everything was coated in sleet and freezing rain and a few small tree limbs had fallen in the yard. We were both tired and agreed to let the fire die out as we cuddled on the sofa and watched television. Around 2:30 I checked the fire and it was finally out. We checked all the doors, then turned out the lights downstairs and headed upstairs. We went into Phil’s room to check on him. He had moved around so much in his sleep that his blanket was more on the floor than on him so Karen fixed it and put a second one on him. Next, we retreated to Karen’s room. We slipped into her bed, kissed then spooned as we drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to Karen shaking me. “Bryan, the power went out” she said. Still half asleep I asked her what time it was. She said “It’s almost 4:00 but the clock stopped just before 3:00. We should go downstairs and light a fire. I don’t want to keep Phil up here with no heat.” I fumbled to my feet and told Karen to gather blankets while I started a fire. Once I got the fire going I went back upstairs. I scooped up Phil and carried him down to the family room and placed him near the fireplace. By now the house was getting cold. Karen had brought socks for the three of us. Phil did little more than stir as he was brought to the family room. Karen made up a “bed” for us on the floor next to Phil. It wasn’t long before we were back to sleep. Sometime later, I woke up needing to take a piss. I noticed the fire had died down considerably so I placed another log on it.
We both woke up to Phil asking how he got downstairs. We told him the power was off. Karen checked the grandfather clock. It was now 8:00 a.m. We still did not have power. Karen asked Phil to lie down but he wasn’t having it. “Ugh!” she groaned. “I hope he’s not up for the day. Phil, can’t you lay down for a little bit, we are still sleepy and the house is cold, we need to sleep by the fire.” Reluctantly Phil agreed to lay down if he could snuggle with Karen. Around 9:05 we woke up to the sound of the furnace kicking on. Phil asked for breakfast so Karen went into the kitchen to make it for him. She told me to head upstairs and get some more sleep. Once in bed, I was out just as the power had been.
Karen joined me a short time later. She said Phil was watching cartoons. We both lay our heads down and drifted off to sleep. We were awakened at 11:00 by Phil asking if we were ever going to get up. We went downstairs and I made us brunch. Karen was surprised her parent’s hadn’t called to check on us. She decided to call them. When she lifted the receiver from the telephone there was no dial tone. “Oh well, at least we have power” she said. As we finished eating Karen told me to go ahead and take a shower if I wanted one while she cleaned-up the kitchen.
I went up to Karen’s bedroom and began to step out of the sweat pants when I noticed Karen’s wadded up black pantyhose sitting on her dresser. I picked them up by the waistband and let them unfurl as I began to look them over. My cum was still a little damp and plainly visible on the black nylon fabric. Most of my cum had landed on the back of the panty. I looked closely and could see no runs in the stockings of the hose, only in the reinforced t-band/center seam and they went up to the waistband. My cock was getting hard and I decided to give the pantyhose a good whiff. Mmm, the pantyhose reeked of sex. The sweet smell of Karen’s pussy mixed with my semen. I balled the pantyhose up and placed them back on the dresser and jumped in the shower. I soaped my cock and a minute later was shooting cum on the tiled wall. Just as I exited the shower Karen entered her room and announced that she had left another set of sweats on her bed for me to wear. I got dressed and went downstairs. Phil and I played his video games as Karen took her turn to shower and wash her hair. When she came down she was wearing a sweater, denim skirt and coffee colored pantyhose. They weren’t Hanes but they were very sheer, day sheer so I assumed they were a pair of the Ben Franklin pantyhose. I hoped so because that meant they were inexpensive and I could manhandle her legs and feet without guilt.
Karen sat on the couch next to me as Phil and I continued to play. Shortly thereafter, Karen noticed the fire was dying and got up to put another log on it. She sat on the brick hearth and poked at the embers to stir the fire. As she rose from the hearth she rubbed her left hand against the side of her left thigh. I asked “You didn’t get burned did you?” Karen said “No, somehow my pantyhose snagged on a brick.” She looked down at her leg as she walked toward me and of course I was checking them out too. Just as she began to sit to my right the snagged threads in her hose broke. A nickel sized hole opened up and the nylon immediately began to unravel. My cock popped to attention in the sweats. She continued her motions to sit which only added additional stress on her hose and caused the hole to grow to the size of a quarter. An inch wide run shot down to her knee and up under her skirt. Karen didn’t say anything, she just let out a soft sigh then watched Phil and I play the video game. I couldn’t resist mentioning it and said “Your pantyhose just ran before my eyes. I hope they were old.” Karen shrugged her shoulders then said “No, of course they had to be new out of the packet. That’s always the way.” I leaned in and whispered into Karen’s ear “Don’t fret, Daddy will keep you in pantyhose Sexy.”
At around 1:30 p.m. the telephone finally rang. The Smith’s were calling to see if we were okay and to let us know that they would be home around 3:00 as they were waiting for the salt to take affect on the roads. I spent the rest of the day at the Smith’s. Just prior to her parent’s arriving home, Karen excused herself and retreated to her bedroom. When she returned to the family room she was wearing a different pair of pantyhose. They were the same fabric as the coffee colored pair, only they were a cream color and I immediately hated them because they were basically off-white. I made a mental note that I would soon have to tell Karen that I did not want her to wear white or off-white pantyhose because I hated them and that if she had more she should let me destroy all of them. I wondered how she would feel about such a request. I felt confident that if I were to take her shopping for dozens of new pantyhose she would be agreeable to letting me destroy her nasty white hose.
When the Smith’s arrived home, Mrs. Smith asked me to stay for dinner which I was happy to do. I apologized for wearing Mr. Smith’s sweats and they shook their heads and laughed and told me not to be silly, that I had to wear something. After dinner I went up to Karen’s room to gather up my things, i.e., my tuxedo, shoes, etc. I noticed the black pantyhose were no longer on the dresser. I ducked into the bathroom and looked into the wastebasket. There were two pantyhose packets standing in the can for the pantyhose Karen had worn, as well as the balled up coffee pantyhose. I reached in and pulled the coffee pantyhose out and when I did I saw that the black Hanes were at the bottom of the can. I fished them out too. Back in the bedroom, I placed the Hanes pantyhose inside a pants pocket to my tux. As I balled up the coffee colored pantyhose I heard Phil say: “Is that my sister’s?” I looked at him and placed my finger to my mouth and said “Shh.” Phil said “Why are you taking Karen’s nylons?” I whispered to Phil “Karen threw them away, I really like them so that’s why I’m taking them but it has to be a secret. Okay?” Phil looked at me and said “Well, I don’t know. What will happen if I tell her?” I had the thought “This k** is killing me.” Then I said, “Karen might get mad at me and I don’t want her mad at me. Can this be our secret between you and me?” Phil put his hand out and said “One dollar and it’s our secret.” I couldn’t believe it. He was a little extortionist. One dollar for the pantyhose was a bargain. I reached in my wallet and handed him the dollar and reminded him that we had made a deal. He shook his head in agreement as he ran off to his room with the cash.
I went down to the family room with my things and thanked the Smiths again for inviting me to be part of their New Year’s festivities. Karen walked me to the door and we embraced and kissed passionately as I pushed my stiffening cock against her thigh. Her eyes widened as our lips parted. “Oh my, you are a tiger” she whispered. I winked and replied “Hmm, it’s what you do to me.” We said goodbye as I walked out the door and made my way to my car. By now the paved surfaces were just wet so driving home wasn’t a big deal. Once home I immediately retrieved the two pair of pantyhose from the tuxedo pants and placed each pair in its own plastic bag. I was tired and didn’t have the energy to play with my new treasures just then. I had an early day at work so the pantyhose would have to wait until I got home from work. I would be home early so I could play with the pantyhose as long as I wanted including the other pairs I had pilfered if I felt inclined to do so. As I drifted off to sleep I had a quick flash of a wedding. I quickly realized I was viewing my wedding and it was to Karen. I smiled then fell into a deeper sleep.
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