Arguably, a favorite pantyhose among enthusiasts (such as yours truly) is the revered Wolford Neon 40. It’s everything you want in pantyhose: silky, shiny, comfortable, durable and looks incredibly hot on any pair of legs. Yet there is one type of Wolfords, unfortunately discontinued for a number of years, that trumps even the Neon 40.
The Wolford Fatal Neon.
Discovered
On his day off from work around noontime, Sam dries himself after a shower and slips into his favorite pair of Wolford Neon 40 pantyhose in a gobi (suntan) color. He grabs his strands of nylon cord, sits on his bed and begins to go to work.
Starting with the ankles, he brings them together, wraps the cord around and around tightly binding them, then makes several loops around in the center, cinching his ankles together nice and tight. He finishes it off with a knot guaranteed not to undo itself.
He repeats this step, now with his knees, and finds an erection jutting out from wiggling his pantyhosed legs together testing the bounded knots.
Sam loves to be tightly bound wearing nothing but pantyhose, a unique take on the fetish if you will. He found long ago that, while “struggling” to break free, hog-tied and on his belly, he can masturbate by grinding his cock on the bed. It’s a bit of exercise, too, but very satisfying to him nonetheless.
As I sit here painting my toenails today, like a good little girl, and anxiously await my outfit for my night “out,” I finally receive that long awaited ring at the buzzer. Yes, it’s a package! I’m a bit nervous since that means I’ll finally out myself as girly me for a few moments in the next day or two. I’m eager to try on my first fem outfit however.
Hold on a second. I think this package is smaller than expected and begin to wonder if the club shorts and dressy top are skimpier than I had thought they would be. Then I rip the package open to find a gorgeous charmeuse teddy (Shirley of Hollywood). Oh, right, I forgot that I ordered lingerie about a month ago after coming home after a night of drinking with the chums.
Well, I can’t throw this on and take this out on a stroll around the block. At least not yet 😉
I’ve tried on so many brands of pantyhose (I’ll go out on a limb and say more than most women) that it is becoming increasingly difficult to make an impression with me with a new pair I haven’t tried yet. Usually, these new pairs end up in a box designated for the dogs.
But while surfing around and catching up on my (*cough*) news, I occasionally find myself drooling over a pair so elegantly worn that I can’t myself but to impulsively buy a pair or three. I could even have some wild masturbation sessions from the anticipation of receiving that upcoming package in the mail.
For a change, I wasn’t disappointed this time.
Silvia Grandi Silk 40 pantyhose had everything I looked for in my picky taste: semi-opaque, sheer to waist, nice shine and appealing colors. Not to mention they come from Italy, known for their quality and style in hosiery. They came every bit as advertised.
As a closet crossdresser (i.e. scaredy-cat), probably the one scenario that scares the absolute shit out of me is hopping into the bathroom, taking a shower, throwing on my feminine attire and then walking out of the bathroom only to find all my friends and family waiting outside. Happy Birthday!
In other words, there is no way I am ready to come out as tranny me. Not yet, anyway. Though the thought of it has continually crossed my mind only to be shot down again and again. What a total pussy I am.
Today, though, I came across a post from the I Love Wearing Tights blog that gave me a bright idea. To sum it up, a crossdresser recalls an episode of his life where, as a teenager, he went out to a riverside park, then got dressed in full drag behind the bushes and took a quick walk in the park. All of this done at night.
Then the dusty light bulb fluttered on and off in my head.
This is Part 4 of 4 of the story when two male friends decide to have a little fun in lingerie, pantyhose, heels and makeup after a casual evening at the bar.
Part 1: Two Friends, Maybe More
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Sticky Wet Pantyhose
So there we are, Eve and I lying on my bed making out like two crazed, horny teenagers. I can’t really tell what was going through my mind, probably due to the numerous beers consumed earlier, but all I can say is that it feels incredibly exciting and I was more than willing to “cross the line” where I haven’t been before.
To let out a little secret, I have had an attraction to other crossdressers for quite some time now. For me, there is something so sexy about a male who can transform himself into woman (the more passable, the better of course) but, oddly, I’m not in the least bit attracted to masculine, unfeminized males. Maybe you can say that I’ve grown a fondness for chicks with dicks.
I woke up refreshed but feeling unusually horny this morning. Enough so to make slide into some shiny Danskin tights, throw on a cute black teddy then into my usual bathrobe. I can’t remember what I dreamed about last night but it really has me in a feel sexy mood today.
After my morning coffee, I skip reading the news and head directly back to my bed and pull out the vibrator from a drawer nearby. It’s nice and slim, smooth and about six inches long which is perfect for some womanish masturbation.
I unsnap the crotch on my teddy, turn my little toy on and, remembering an idea from somewhere online, begin to penetrate my ass but through the pantyhose. The stretch on the tights limited penetration to just a few inches but it was all that was needed. Oh, did it feel nice and incredibly kinky at the same time!
Part 3 of the story of two friends in the midst of playfully crossdressing together after a night of drinking.
Part 1: Two Friends, Maybe More
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Curious Crossdressing
It was a subtle yet convincingly girlish “ooh” Adam (actually, now I’ll call him “Eve”) made. Just that one silky touch to her leg was enough to set me dizzy with excitement. Normally, being alone and caressing the pantyhose on my own legs has a similar effect. But to feel it on someone else, albeit another male, is almost too much to bear.
Eve reaches down and gently strokes my crossed leg while my excitement grows so much that I begin to tremble. She takes notice.
“Are you OK?” she asks with a smile, as if she knows exactly what she is trying to accomplish.
I smile back not saying a word, uncrossing my leg and, this time, gliding my nyloned leg against hers and letting out an “ooh” of my own in the best feminine voice I could muster. I could do this all day.
Eve then takes a seat on the bed next to me crossing her leg over and caressing my thigh with her silken toes. She then moves her head forward towards mine as if she were trying to kiss me but then pulls back. At first, it shocks me, but then I’m thinking, “Is it my beer breath?”
In one of my more recent posts on fantasizing of being a pantyhose model, there happened to be an assumption that I was the model in the the following image.
Truth be told, this is not me.
A couple of readers happened to comment how gorgeous I was and I even received an offer to model pantyhose from Actsensuous.com. I have to admit, for a few seconds, I felt like that actual beautiful model in the photo. Then I came crashing down to earth again.
The image above is the actual model for Skinkiss tights (with caffeine to “slim” the legs) and I have to agree she is lovely.
A real photo of me aspiring to be her can be found here.
We come to Part 2, continuing on with the story of two friends having an innocent drink at a bar, a crossdresser and a gay male (insert joke here).
Part 1: Two Friends, Maybe More
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Let’s Play Dress Up
Both Adam and I make the short walk to my place, half a block away. We enter and Adam sprawls himself in comfort on the sofa while I immediately head to the refrigerator and grab a couple bottles of beer.
My nervousness has calmed down slightly but I still feel rather giddy. This takes me years back (a lot of years) to when I was on my very first date with a girl named Mandy. Completely nervous and trembling the whole time, I was so excited about being on an actual date that it was too hard to contain.
“But me and Adam?” I’m thinking. We’re two friends and, while he may understand my feminine fetish and even crossdress himself, I don’t believe he gets a kick out of it. Besides, I’m not into men so nothing could happen between us.
Yet the night is still long, or so they say.