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When we rolled out of bed, the windows were covered with frost but our small room was toasty.
"Ready to get ready," Marlene asked. She pinched my bare ass and got me moving. I rummaged through my gear bag tossing out ski socks, gloves and high-performance compression top on to the bed. My breathing stopped and I pushed my hand deeper, searching. The bag was empty. "Shit."
"What?" Marlene looked so damned sexy, her voluptuous body crammed into skin-tight top and hip-hugging tights.
"I left my long running pants drying in the bathroom."
She glowered, crossing her arms under her heavy breasts.
"I'm going to freeze my ass today."
"You're not backing out -- I don't care how cold it is." She shifted her weight from one thick thigh to the other. "We spent two hours on the road last night getting to this backwoods place you call a lodge. Now we're going skiing, damn it." Her jaw was set. "Put two pairs of underwear on if you have to but we are skiing today."
I turned away and stared at the frost on the window. A base layer would be essential. This is so going to suck, I thought.
"Brand new."
A package landed with a light plop at my feet.
I bent over and picked it up. Nylons -- black, medium weight, semi-opaque, size M/L -- it said on the package. My eyes widened as I turned. "Tights?"
"For less than five bucks, they're the same as your $50 running tights."
I made a face. "Mine are heat and moisture managing, multi-sport, exercise pants worn by NFL players and NASCAR drivers."
"Glorified pantyhose -- the only difference is $45. Wear them or don't. Freeze your nuts. See what I care." Marlene frowned. "But," she wagged a finger at me, "don't you dare get out there, take two runs then go inside. Your ass is on the slopes all day, same as mine."
I took the tights out of the package. "They look kinda small. They probably won't fit."
"Oh, shut up. Stretch them out, roll up the leg, put your foot through and then pull up."
I gave her a lost look.
"Mother of … like you've never watched me." Exasperated, she pushed me back onto the bed put the nylons on over my feet and up to my calves.
Unlike my sports base-layer, the tights were small through the waist and bound my knees close together. "Now pull them up." Marlene smirked.
I wiggled and shimmied. Gathering, stretching and pulling the soft, sleek fabric over my thighs was awkward. I hooked my thumbs inside, gathering more fabric. I can't believe I'm putting on women's pantyhose, I thought. But they're not pantyhose I told myself, they're tights, there's a difference. Right, like there's a difference between putting on girls' pajamas and putting on girls' footy pajamas. First, I pulled the tight nylon up, away from my body and then eased it back, allowing it to settle over my cock and balls. Smooth nylon brushed my exposed head and made me shiver. Then I really noticed the top of the nylons. I hadn't occurred to me there would be any difference in the panty part of the hose, but there was. From front to back there was a semi-opaque swath. Lace-edged and in a Brazilian-cut shape they were absolutely a feminine French design. My heart sank.
"Nice -- very nice. You look cute in pantyhose."
I scowled and looked around the room for my ski pants. I wanted to cover up quickly and be done. As I moved, the feeling of the material pressed against my skin was like fingers massaging -- much smoother and silkier than my $50 ones. The truth I couldn't deny was that I liked it. I didn't like the truth, but the feeling of the nylons.
"Go on," she whispered. "I'm watching."
I pinched, pulled the tights away from my skin, tugged upward and let it snap back. I must have done this 14 or 15 times to get them evened out -- so the opaque part was almost uniform. Finally, I tugged up on the top of the thighs and down from the waist and created a looser fold for my now pulsing cock.
I looked in the mirror, turned sideways to admire my profile and adjust my sack -- making it a little less tight. I look good, I thought. Then, I gulped. My cock twitched wanting attention. I touched myself on the pretense of adjustment and felt a wet spot. I was completely turned on by the deviance of wearing women's pantyhose. It's not perverted, I thought, more -- daring. And it's not like there are pictures involved. High heels or something would make it deviant.
My heart pounded.
The room felt way too hot.
I blushed.
I cleared my throat and glanced up.
With her mouth open and her index finger resting on her lower lip, Marlene's eyes sparkled.
I stopped, frozen for a moment. My pulse quickened; my cock thickened. Her stare made it kinky and me horny.
"Mm … you look delicious in nylons. I especially like the lacy trim -- and that wet spot. Who would have thought?" Her eyes flashed wickedly. "Turn around."
Her tone was more demanding than usual, so I did a full turn.
"No! Turn around."
I turned and faced the wall then felt her lips on my nape. Soft and warm her tongue touched me. My heart pounded, my blood boiled and my cock grew harder and my tender bulb rubbed against the nylon.
"Arms up," she whispered before she bit my earlobe.
I winced and reached for the low hanging beam and hung on.
"Good boy." She ran her nails down my back, along my ribs and then to my chest where she pinched my nipples, making me sigh and flinch. "You like that, huh?" Her voice was husky and devastatingly sexy. "Don't move." I sensed her moving away, heard rummaging then the warmth of her breath on my neck. "Close your eyes."
My pulse raced. My throbbing cock chafed in the nylon getting me even more aroused. I had never seen this side of Marlene before. She put her scarf over my eyes and tied it around my head in a blindfold. I inhaled sharply wondering what she would do next, but not daring to ask. My breaths were short and shallow.
"You like that, don't you."?
I said nothing but gulped involuntarily.
"I'm glad."
She put her hands on my ass and rubbed.
The pantyhose magnified her usual arousing touch by a ten factor. Every sense was soaring, I prayed she wouldn't stop My nerves were tight as guitar strings; my lips trembled. In my mind, I begged her to touch my hips and thighs and cock soon.
"Very, very sexy," she purred.
Which look, I wondered, the one with me blindfolded or the one of me in nylons. I didn't dare ask.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "What is very important for you to remember, right now, is no matter what you hear, stay where you are." She moved away from me. I heard the sc**** of a chair on the rug. I didn't know what to think.
I heard Marlene rummage then felt the thick suspenders bind my left wrist and then my right. Without a word, she looped the loose ends over the beam and fiddled to make a knot.
I was completely helpless, tied, blindfolded, in tights I was cock-poppingly aroused.
"This is too good."
I felt her kisses on my neck, her breasts pressed against my back, her fingertips and nails running up and down my chest, pinching my nipples -- making me hiss with pleasure and pain
Marlene slid her hands slowly downward, stopping short of my erection before moving again. Her teasing was exquisitely maddening. My hard-on ached.
"What's the matter? Did you think I was going to open the door so people could gawk?"
I inhaled sharply.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
I heard the smirk in her voice.
"Dirty boy, huh, maybe I will. Just get dressed and go for breakfast and leave you here with the door wide open so everyone can see you tied up and wearing women's pantyhose."
My throats tightened.
She caressed my hips and upper thighs alternating with finger tips and finger nails.
Suddenly, she took my face in her hands and gave me a long lusty kiss that left me breathless.
Before I could recover her mouth was on one nipple licking and nibbling. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Mm, you look so sexy and your cock is so twitchy. I can see the fight -- your cock wants out and the pantyhose are keeping it in. Pretty as a picture."
I stopped panting for a moment.
"Now there's a real idea, pictures! Let me get my phone." Marlene giggled and ran across the room.
"This will be priceless. You all bound and blindfolded and pre-cum messing up your nylons."
"But they're yours," I protested.
Her camera app snapped -- five, six, seven times.
"Like anyone would believe that once I post them."
"What!?"
"I can't post these."
I sighed relief.
"Nope, can't see your face. I'm not sure if I can adjust it -- so I might just have to take it off to show your handsome face."
A maelstrom of emotions ripped through me: excitement, humiliation, arousal and fear all made their appearances.
"You know," I heard Marlene cross the room. The camera makes your nipples look pale."
I swallowed hard.
She nibbled my earlobe and whispered, "I think a touch of red lipstick on each one will photograph better."
I shuttered. Pictures -- on the Internet. My life was over.
"Maybe a little on your lips too."
And while I knew it, suddenly it was crystal clear -- she was in complete control. There was nothing I could do to stop her from completely having her way with me.
After the pop of the lipstick top, I felt the soft wax swirl. First on the left and then on the right.
"Delicious!" And Marlene sensuously kissed each nipple in turn. My heart raced and my cock raged.
"The only thing I have to figure out is: where to post. Is it better on social media or a porn site?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Marlene grabbed my ass then spanked it hard. "Spread your legs."
I swallowed audibly and smartly obeyed.
Her hands ran up and down my nyloned ass and thighs.
I was panting, hoping, praying she would at least touch my cock but wondered -- if I asked, she would tease me more. I wasn't sure how much I could take, but with no way of relieving myself or retaliating I took what she gave.
Squatting, she pressed her cheek against my ass, ran her nails up and down my hamstrings then reached between my legs, rubbed my balls and massaged my cock.
My cock throbbed under her touch and I panted harder.
"Mm. What do we have here? You're a little drippy, my dear. Mm -- what to do." Her finger pressed against the moist tip coaxing more pre-cum spreading it around. The heat of her hand on one side of the tights, my aching cock on the other, every touch was ecstasy, every withdrawal agony.
She bit my ass cheek hard then rubbed my cock, again and again and again. The pain of the bite and the delight of the rub -- the pairs came faster and faster until her bite was continuous and she was rubbing me furiously through the tights.
Marlene had me hanging in the perfect balance -- just enough pain to keep me from cumming and enough pleasure to keep me right on the verge.
Not daring to say a word, I whimpered.
She laughed and moved around me and put her mouth on my cock. Her tongue traced my pulsing head through the nylon. She sunk her nails into my ass and worked her mouth over me. I gasped when she pinched with her fingers and grabbed a hunk of foreskin with her teeth. When she shook her head back and forth -- I nearly cried -- except that she had my sack in her hand and was rolling my balls and making me wet.
My whole body hummed and vibrated intensely -- and in a moment when I thought about the start of this -- the kinkiness of pulling on pantyhose, I felt ashamed and perverted. And yet Marlene's reaction -- how she attacked me with unfettered desire -- made me forget the dark emotions and focus on the exquisite pleasure.
Her hands and mouth were all over me, using the silky nylons to enhance her wet mouth by making them rough on my cock. She continued with no sign of stopping.
My release built from deep within. Muscles in my hips and thighs worked in concert contracting, drawing my cum upward, pulling the blood from my brain to fuel my orgasm. My body tensed and my thighs quivered. My whole body shook.
Her mouth became wetter; her head shook faster. "Yeah Baby, cum for me. I want you to explode. I want your sticky cum all over my girlie pantyhose. I want to see your thick white spunk ooze through the nylon. Mm -- the thought of it makes me want to cum. I'm waiting for you to be first. I'm playing with my pussy and I'm going to keep licking you until I taste your thick spunk on my lips -- on my tongue -- down the back of my throat."
And that was it -- her words put me over the edge. I barked a grunt and blasted, feeling my own hot cum against my belly and her tongue not stopping. I grunted and groaned again and again as Marlene kept licking and rubbing and nibbling my cock. My head felt light. I heard her chuckle, then felt her stiffen and her nails dig into my ass again and let out her own muffled groan.
She settled down, stood up and kissed me hard on the mouth.
"Wow Baby, you got me so aroused!"
She stepped around me and slapped me on the ass. "Come on sweet cheeks, let's go skiing. If we don't leave now, we'll be at this all day."
Still tied and blindfolded I said nothing.
She slapped my ass even harder. "Mm … I suppose I have to untie you first but you'd better get moving." She stepped closer to me and lightly ran her fingernails down my back making me shiver. "If you don't," she whispered, "I won't let you wear my pantyhose again. Do you understand?" She pulled something and my hands came free. "And we both know how sexy you are with the French lacey pantyhose, how good they feel, how aroused you get and how badly you want it."
Everything she had just said was true -- and it stung because she had just spoken the perverted little secret I didn't want to admit to myself. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.
"I'm half-dressed already and ready for a day on the slopes!"
"I know Baby. I'm not worried." Marlene removed the blindfold and looked into my eyes. "I only wonder if you'll be ready for tonight."
My heart thudded with anticipation.
"Ready to get ready," Marlene asked. She pinched my bare ass and got me moving. I rummaged through my gear bag tossing out ski socks, gloves and high-performance compression top on to the bed. My breathing stopped and I pushed my hand deeper, searching. The bag was empty. "Shit."
"What?" Marlene looked so damned sexy, her voluptuous body crammed into skin-tight top and hip-hugging tights.
"I left my long running pants drying in the bathroom."
She glowered, crossing her arms under her heavy breasts.
"I'm going to freeze my ass today."
"You're not backing out -- I don't care how cold it is." She shifted her weight from one thick thigh to the other. "We spent two hours on the road last night getting to this backwoods place you call a lodge. Now we're going skiing, damn it." Her jaw was set. "Put two pairs of underwear on if you have to but we are skiing today."
I turned away and stared at the frost on the window. A base layer would be essential. This is so going to suck, I thought.
"Brand new."
A package landed with a light plop at my feet.
I bent over and picked it up. Nylons -- black, medium weight, semi-opaque, size M/L -- it said on the package. My eyes widened as I turned. "Tights?"
"For less than five bucks, they're the same as your $50 running tights."
I made a face. "Mine are heat and moisture managing, multi-sport, exercise pants worn by NFL players and NASCAR drivers."
"Glorified pantyhose -- the only difference is $45. Wear them or don't. Freeze your nuts. See what I care." Marlene frowned. "But," she wagged a finger at me, "don't you dare get out there, take two runs then go inside. Your ass is on the slopes all day, same as mine."
I took the tights out of the package. "They look kinda small. They probably won't fit."
"Oh, shut up. Stretch them out, roll up the leg, put your foot through and then pull up."
I gave her a lost look.
"Mother of … like you've never watched me." Exasperated, she pushed me back onto the bed put the nylons on over my feet and up to my calves.
Unlike my sports base-layer, the tights were small through the waist and bound my knees close together. "Now pull them up." Marlene smirked.
I wiggled and shimmied. Gathering, stretching and pulling the soft, sleek fabric over my thighs was awkward. I hooked my thumbs inside, gathering more fabric. I can't believe I'm putting on women's pantyhose, I thought. But they're not pantyhose I told myself, they're tights, there's a difference. Right, like there's a difference between putting on girls' pajamas and putting on girls' footy pajamas. First, I pulled the tight nylon up, away from my body and then eased it back, allowing it to settle over my cock and balls. Smooth nylon brushed my exposed head and made me shiver. Then I really noticed the top of the nylons. I hadn't occurred to me there would be any difference in the panty part of the hose, but there was. From front to back there was a semi-opaque swath. Lace-edged and in a Brazilian-cut shape they were absolutely a feminine French design. My heart sank.
"Nice -- very nice. You look cute in pantyhose."
I scowled and looked around the room for my ski pants. I wanted to cover up quickly and be done. As I moved, the feeling of the material pressed against my skin was like fingers massaging -- much smoother and silkier than my $50 ones. The truth I couldn't deny was that I liked it. I didn't like the truth, but the feeling of the nylons.
"Go on," she whispered. "I'm watching."
I pinched, pulled the tights away from my skin, tugged upward and let it snap back. I must have done this 14 or 15 times to get them evened out -- so the opaque part was almost uniform. Finally, I tugged up on the top of the thighs and down from the waist and created a looser fold for my now pulsing cock.
I looked in the mirror, turned sideways to admire my profile and adjust my sack -- making it a little less tight. I look good, I thought. Then, I gulped. My cock twitched wanting attention. I touched myself on the pretense of adjustment and felt a wet spot. I was completely turned on by the deviance of wearing women's pantyhose. It's not perverted, I thought, more -- daring. And it's not like there are pictures involved. High heels or something would make it deviant.
My heart pounded.
The room felt way too hot.
I blushed.
I cleared my throat and glanced up.
With her mouth open and her index finger resting on her lower lip, Marlene's eyes sparkled.
I stopped, frozen for a moment. My pulse quickened; my cock thickened. Her stare made it kinky and me horny.
"Mm … you look delicious in nylons. I especially like the lacy trim -- and that wet spot. Who would have thought?" Her eyes flashed wickedly. "Turn around."
Her tone was more demanding than usual, so I did a full turn.
"No! Turn around."
I turned and faced the wall then felt her lips on my nape. Soft and warm her tongue touched me. My heart pounded, my blood boiled and my cock grew harder and my tender bulb rubbed against the nylon.
"Arms up," she whispered before she bit my earlobe.
I winced and reached for the low hanging beam and hung on.
"Good boy." She ran her nails down my back, along my ribs and then to my chest where she pinched my nipples, making me sigh and flinch. "You like that, huh?" Her voice was husky and devastatingly sexy. "Don't move." I sensed her moving away, heard rummaging then the warmth of her breath on my neck. "Close your eyes."
My pulse raced. My throbbing cock chafed in the nylon getting me even more aroused. I had never seen this side of Marlene before. She put her scarf over my eyes and tied it around my head in a blindfold. I inhaled sharply wondering what she would do next, but not daring to ask. My breaths were short and shallow.
"You like that, don't you."?
I said nothing but gulped involuntarily.
"I'm glad."
She put her hands on my ass and rubbed.
The pantyhose magnified her usual arousing touch by a ten factor. Every sense was soaring, I prayed she wouldn't stop My nerves were tight as guitar strings; my lips trembled. In my mind, I begged her to touch my hips and thighs and cock soon.
"Very, very sexy," she purred.
Which look, I wondered, the one with me blindfolded or the one of me in nylons. I didn't dare ask.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "What is very important for you to remember, right now, is no matter what you hear, stay where you are." She moved away from me. I heard the sc**** of a chair on the rug. I didn't know what to think.
I heard Marlene rummage then felt the thick suspenders bind my left wrist and then my right. Without a word, she looped the loose ends over the beam and fiddled to make a knot.
I was completely helpless, tied, blindfolded, in tights I was cock-poppingly aroused.
"This is too good."
I felt her kisses on my neck, her breasts pressed against my back, her fingertips and nails running up and down my chest, pinching my nipples -- making me hiss with pleasure and pain
Marlene slid her hands slowly downward, stopping short of my erection before moving again. Her teasing was exquisitely maddening. My hard-on ached.
"What's the matter? Did you think I was going to open the door so people could gawk?"
I inhaled sharply.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
I heard the smirk in her voice.
"Dirty boy, huh, maybe I will. Just get dressed and go for breakfast and leave you here with the door wide open so everyone can see you tied up and wearing women's pantyhose."
My throats tightened.
She caressed my hips and upper thighs alternating with finger tips and finger nails.
Suddenly, she took my face in her hands and gave me a long lusty kiss that left me breathless.
Before I could recover her mouth was on one nipple licking and nibbling. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Mm, you look so sexy and your cock is so twitchy. I can see the fight -- your cock wants out and the pantyhose are keeping it in. Pretty as a picture."
I stopped panting for a moment.
"Now there's a real idea, pictures! Let me get my phone." Marlene giggled and ran across the room.
"This will be priceless. You all bound and blindfolded and pre-cum messing up your nylons."
"But they're yours," I protested.
Her camera app snapped -- five, six, seven times.
"Like anyone would believe that once I post them."
"What!?"
"I can't post these."
I sighed relief.
"Nope, can't see your face. I'm not sure if I can adjust it -- so I might just have to take it off to show your handsome face."
A maelstrom of emotions ripped through me: excitement, humiliation, arousal and fear all made their appearances.
"You know," I heard Marlene cross the room. The camera makes your nipples look pale."
I swallowed hard.
She nibbled my earlobe and whispered, "I think a touch of red lipstick on each one will photograph better."
I shuttered. Pictures -- on the Internet. My life was over.
"Maybe a little on your lips too."
And while I knew it, suddenly it was crystal clear -- she was in complete control. There was nothing I could do to stop her from completely having her way with me.
After the pop of the lipstick top, I felt the soft wax swirl. First on the left and then on the right.
"Delicious!" And Marlene sensuously kissed each nipple in turn. My heart raced and my cock raged.
"The only thing I have to figure out is: where to post. Is it better on social media or a porn site?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Marlene grabbed my ass then spanked it hard. "Spread your legs."
I swallowed audibly and smartly obeyed.
Her hands ran up and down my nyloned ass and thighs.
I was panting, hoping, praying she would at least touch my cock but wondered -- if I asked, she would tease me more. I wasn't sure how much I could take, but with no way of relieving myself or retaliating I took what she gave.
Squatting, she pressed her cheek against my ass, ran her nails up and down my hamstrings then reached between my legs, rubbed my balls and massaged my cock.
My cock throbbed under her touch and I panted harder.
"Mm. What do we have here? You're a little drippy, my dear. Mm -- what to do." Her finger pressed against the moist tip coaxing more pre-cum spreading it around. The heat of her hand on one side of the tights, my aching cock on the other, every touch was ecstasy, every withdrawal agony.
She bit my ass cheek hard then rubbed my cock, again and again and again. The pain of the bite and the delight of the rub -- the pairs came faster and faster until her bite was continuous and she was rubbing me furiously through the tights.
Marlene had me hanging in the perfect balance -- just enough pain to keep me from cumming and enough pleasure to keep me right on the verge.
Not daring to say a word, I whimpered.
She laughed and moved around me and put her mouth on my cock. Her tongue traced my pulsing head through the nylon. She sunk her nails into my ass and worked her mouth over me. I gasped when she pinched with her fingers and grabbed a hunk of foreskin with her teeth. When she shook her head back and forth -- I nearly cried -- except that she had my sack in her hand and was rolling my balls and making me wet.
My whole body hummed and vibrated intensely -- and in a moment when I thought about the start of this -- the kinkiness of pulling on pantyhose, I felt ashamed and perverted. And yet Marlene's reaction -- how she attacked me with unfettered desire -- made me forget the dark emotions and focus on the exquisite pleasure.
Her hands and mouth were all over me, using the silky nylons to enhance her wet mouth by making them rough on my cock. She continued with no sign of stopping.
My release built from deep within. Muscles in my hips and thighs worked in concert contracting, drawing my cum upward, pulling the blood from my brain to fuel my orgasm. My body tensed and my thighs quivered. My whole body shook.
Her mouth became wetter; her head shook faster. "Yeah Baby, cum for me. I want you to explode. I want your sticky cum all over my girlie pantyhose. I want to see your thick white spunk ooze through the nylon. Mm -- the thought of it makes me want to cum. I'm waiting for you to be first. I'm playing with my pussy and I'm going to keep licking you until I taste your thick spunk on my lips -- on my tongue -- down the back of my throat."
And that was it -- her words put me over the edge. I barked a grunt and blasted, feeling my own hot cum against my belly and her tongue not stopping. I grunted and groaned again and again as Marlene kept licking and rubbing and nibbling my cock. My head felt light. I heard her chuckle, then felt her stiffen and her nails dig into my ass again and let out her own muffled groan.
She settled down, stood up and kissed me hard on the mouth.
"Wow Baby, you got me so aroused!"
She stepped around me and slapped me on the ass. "Come on sweet cheeks, let's go skiing. If we don't leave now, we'll be at this all day."
Still tied and blindfolded I said nothing.
She slapped my ass even harder. "Mm … I suppose I have to untie you first but you'd better get moving." She stepped closer to me and lightly ran her fingernails down my back making me shiver. "If you don't," she whispered, "I won't let you wear my pantyhose again. Do you understand?" She pulled something and my hands came free. "And we both know how sexy you are with the French lacey pantyhose, how good they feel, how aroused you get and how badly you want it."
Everything she had just said was true -- and it stung because she had just spoken the perverted little secret I didn't want to admit to myself. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.
"I'm half-dressed already and ready for a day on the slopes!"
"I know Baby. I'm not worried." Marlene removed the blindfold and looked into my eyes. "I only wonder if you'll be ready for tonight."
My heart thudded with anticipation.
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