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One Bad Day
"Damn," I cursed under my breath. I had smacked my leg on the corner of
the file drawer and it snagged my hose. Now I had a run that ran from my
ankle to just above my knee.
I turned and opened another drawer that contained my emergency stash.
Pushing aside other necessities I looked for a package of stockings but
there were none to be found.
"Could this day get any worse," I moaned. I had gotten a ticket on the
way to work and the cop who stopped me didn't seem to have any interest
in looking at my legs or down my blouse. Not that I was showing all that
much skin, but I have skated out of tickets before. God knows one should
use the assets one has been given. Of course that stop made me get to
work late and I got some grief for not being at the meeting on time. Now
I've ruined the only pair of stockings I have and it isn't even ten
o'clock yet.
I got up and went to the ladies room. Once in a stall I pulled my skirt
up and unclipped my stockings from the garter and pulled them off. I
folded the garter belt and the good stocking placing them in my purse.
After my skirt was comfortably back in place I walked back out to my
desk, depositing the torn hose in the trashcan along the way.
I took the good stocking from my purse and put it in the drawer with my
emergency stash. I sat back and looked at it for a moment with pleasant
memories floating through my mind. Up until a year ago I almost never
wore stockings, rarely wore pantyhose. Even wearing skirts or dresses was
a seldom event. Now it is almost all I wear, even my underwear is always
sexy these days.
I worked my way through the rest of the morning and decided to walk over
to the downtown mall that was just a couple blocks away at lunch.
I went into the first store and picked up a couple packages of stockings,
in assorted colors. One pair to put on, the rest to keep in my desk so I
would be prepared for another accident the next time.
As soon as I left the store some little kid with an ice cream cone ran
straight into me. Now I had a large white stain in the middle of my black
skirt. The kid took off before I could say anything more than, "Really?"
And of course there was no parent in sight, or at least none that would
claim ownership of the little monster.
With a sigh I walk to the food court and tried cleaning it off but there
was still a large off-color blot in the middle which made it look like
I'd had some kind of accident. More shopping before I returned to my
desk.
I tried to ignore the problem with my skirt as I strolled along looking
in the various stores. At last I saw skirts on sale sign and went in.
"Oh, my," the sales girl exclaimed as she approached me. "I'm guessing
you are looking for a skirt."
"Yes," I nodded. "I don't suppose you hired some kid to run into people
with his ice cream to boost your sales."
"No," she snickered, "but that might not be a bad sales ploy. You'll find
a nice selection on the back wall on the left. 30% off marked price."
"Thank you," I headed toward the back of the store.
I sorted through several skirts and picked three to try on. They were all
black but different lengths and cuts. While in the dressing room I pulled
the garter from my purse, a package of stockings from the bag and put
them on.
I decided to take all three skirts, I pulled the tag from the one I chose
to wear and put my soiled skirt in the bag with my hose. I checked myself
carefully in the mirror since the skirt I picked was shorter than the one
I had been wearing. I don't want it too short in the office, it isn't a
pickup bar. Plus I had someone very special waiting for me at home.
"I see you found something," the sales girl was now behind the register.
"It looks very good on you."
"Thank you," I handed her the other skirts and the tags. "Now, as long as
nothing else goes wrong, maybe I'll survive the day."
"I hate it when days like that happen," she commiserated.
I paid for everything and left the store ready to head back to work. I
looked carefully for anything that could derail my return but fortunately
there wasn't anything that might cause me any new problems.
Before I left the mall, though, something caught my eye: a black
nightgown on a manikin in a store window. I stopped and stared at it for
a moment. It was floor length, silky, with a band of lace that wove its
way from just under the arm across the stomach, down across the hip and
circled to the floor. I knew I was going to have to buy it.
I walked into the store, told an associate what I wanted and the size. I
was in a hurry now having lost most of my lunch hour to fixing disasters;
I needed to get in and out. Still, I thought it best to have the
nightgown placed in a gift box with a ribbon wrapped around it.
I paid for my purchase and quickly made my way back to my office. I did
pay a lot of attention to the sidewalks. The way my day was going I would
break a heel in one of the cracks or some grate. Fortunately I made it
back without incident.
I threw the packages of stockings into the drawer and transferred the
stained skirt over to the back with the two new skirts. The rest of the
day went through without any new problems cropping up. I kept glancing
over at the box on my desk. I was getting very excited thinking about
getting home with it tonight.
I turned down an invitation to go out for drinks with some of the other
girls in the office, something we did most Fridays, but tonight I was
interested in delivering my gift.
I drove home carefully staying within the speed limits not wanting to
risk another ticket though it was killing me wanting to get there as
quick as possible.
By the time I got the car parked the sun had set. Our apartment was on
the opposite side from where I was so I couldn't see if the lights were
on. What a shame it would be after all this anticipation to find out I
was home alone.
I stood outside the door for a minute taking a breath. I couldn't believe
how excited I felt. I slipped the key into the lock and slowly pushed the
door open.
I was almost dark inside, no lights were on, but there was a fire in the
fireplace burning casting a flickering light across the far side of the
room. I could see a figure lying on the small rug in front of it.
I stepped inside and dropped my bag of skirts gently to the floor. I
noticed a glass of wine sitting on the small table by the door and after
shifting the gift to the other hand I pushed the door closed. I slid my
shoes off my feet so as to not make any noise when I crossed the hardwood
floors. I picked up my wine and went to the fire.
The figure on the rug gave no indication of being aware I was in the
room. A glass of wine sat on the floor. Black stockings glimmered below
the hem of a short black velvet dress, long blond hair shimmering against
that same blackness.
I squatted down and carefully laid the gift on the floor to be opened
careful not to spill either of the glasses of wine. While the ribbon was
being untied I began sliding my fingers up the thigh covered in the silk.
By the time the top of the box was coming off my fingers were well under
the dress on the bare skin above the stocking tracing the garter ever
higher.
I heard a gasp as the contents of the box were given a thorough
examination. Now I wanted another gasp as I traced the lace panty and
felt the hardness within it. Not a gasp but a groan, just as good.
I felt a hand slipping under my skirt and up between my thighs. He would
soon know how excited I really was. I felt like I was practically
dripping.
I moved and got completely on my knees now knowing my balance was about
to become very unstable. Then I went back to work pulling his cock from
the panty that had held it. I leaned to take him into my mouth and felt
his fingers slip into me with ease. He thumbed my clit while slowly
working two other fingers in and out. I licked and sucked enjoying the
taste of him, the firmness of him in my hand and in my mouth.
At last I couldn't wait any longer. I moved to straddle my lovely husband
in his black velvet dress. I pulled my black silk panty to the side with
one hand while guiding him into me with the other. I gasped as I settled
down onto him.
When I opened my eyes again I saw him pulling his fingers from his mouth
having licked them off. It just got me hotter seeing that. I placed my
hands on his chest and began rubbing his nipples through the dress. I
could feel more lace under the dress, probably a bra. I felt his hips
rise to meet me as I began moving up and down his shaft.
His hands flipped my skirt out of his way and he grabbed my ass. I could
feel his fingers sliding on the smooth material of my panties. I could
also feel our legs sliding against each other. I was getting very close.
I sat up taking him as deep within me as I could get him. His hands were
under my blouse now caressing my breasts atop the thin material of my
bra. I felt him swell and it drove me over the edge. Waves of orgasmic
bliss flooded over me as I felt him flooding me.
I stopped moving and squeezed feeling his cock pulse within my body.
Everything finally slowed and I leaned forward laying on top of him being
careful not to get any of my makeup on his dress.
"You like your gift?" I whispered.
"Oh, yes," he whispered back, "both of them."
I smiled and kissed him gently on the lips. I slowly moved off the top of
him and slid my panty back into place. I didn't want any spillage until I
was able to clean up a bit.
I slipped his panty back in place and slid his dress down.
"Would you mind if I put my new nightgown on now?" he asked.
"Not at all," I stood up knowing he was getting a very nice view up my
skirt. He always likes looking. "I'll go pick out something nice for me
to wear and be right back."
I stooped and picked up my wine glass amazed that neither of them had
gotten knocked over in our exuberance. As I started down the hall I heard
the zipper being undone on the dress my husband was wearing as he
prepared to put on the nightgown I had gotten him.
I laughed quietly to myself as I made my way to the bedroom. It was only
a year ago that I was thinking that our lives had become so boring, our
sex life almost non-existent. Divorce was a thought that often played in
my mind.
Then I came home early from work one day and found him sitting at the
computer wearing one of my dresses! I was furious. How could this man I
married want to wear my clothes? After a lot of yelling, a lot of tears,
and a lot of talking I decided to give him one chance. And I am so glad I
did.
Within a month of that day I found how much more alive he seemed to be.
After sneaking around for more than twenty years he suddenly felt free to
express himself. At least half the time I came home to find him wearing
something feminine, and soon I started not recognizing the clothes. It
opened so many more doors for us to explore.
It wasn't easy for me at first. He doesn't look very feminine, he doesn't
really try. The first time he came to me in a dress I was repulsed. The
idea of feeling nylon hose on someone else's leg, of lifting a dress, of
feeling a bra under a silky blouse did not turn me on in the least. Then
the first time I placed my hand on his thigh while we kissed and felt the
smoothness I became curious. The familiarity of the way he kissed me
allowed me to get past the strangeness of the clothes on his body.
It took more than once to get comfortable with it. He was patient with me
and I tried so hard to be patient with him. There were times I said "No,
I can't do this!" but then he would close up again. I started missing the
man I found I was falling in love with all over again. So I would ask him
to give me another chance.
Eventually I found myself enjoying seeing him in his dresses. I soon
realized how easy it was for me to reach under his skirt and grab a feel.
Then I longed for him to do the same. Regardless of how my slacks fit, or
what they were made of, it took time to get them off and out of the way.
I wanted him to be able to put his hands on me as easily (and often) as I
did him. I started wearing more skirts and dresses. He noticed right away
and did not disappoint me.
Three months after that day I did something I never thought I would ever
do. I bought my husband a dress. I couldn't believe it, it was another
day I had decided to walk the mall at lunch. I spotted a dress in a
window and I found myself thinking how good it would look on him. At
first I was shocked at myself, then I smiled and accepted that it was
perfectly normal part of our life. Once I crossed that hurdle the dam
burst. I bought him many presents over the next several months like I did
today: dresses, lingerie, and nightgowns. And he has done the same for
me. Once allowed to express his true self he showed what an incredible
feel he has for women's clothes on me.
And though we keep this particular fun here at home, we have found many
new things outside our home to do now that we talk about everything so
openly.
I grabbed a short white silk night shirt from my drawer and a tiny white
g-string. After cleaning myself up I put them on. Before I went back to
the living room I went to his lingerie drawer and found a clean black
thong panty for him to wear, I knew he would prefer it after he got the
nightgown on. This one was smooth and had only the tiniest string at the
hips and would barely show through the lace. I think he'll look really
sexy in it.
I picked up my empty wine glass and proceeded to go back to the fire. I
couldn't wait to see him in the gift. I guess this day wasn't so bad
after all.
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