Chapter 9

I had been invited out to the opening of a trendy new London club and was really looking forward to going. I would be accompanied by a gay friend of mine who really loves going to clubs.

He is a huge flirt, but as well as chatting to the sexy men, he loves to compliment the girls. I got ready for the evening out and put on a really sexy, tight black corset and sexy little black miniskirt. Underneath, I wore a pair of black stockings and a pair of silky satin black panties, and a black satin suspender belt with metal clasps.

I wore the highest black heels in my wardrobe and made sure I was ready for my friend at 9 o’clock. He arrived at nine as promised, and we left right away.

We got to the club and were asked to go in straight away. It was really glitzy, and the decor was really trendy. We were handed miniature bottles of champagne and some gorgeous canapés. The music was great and everyone was really enjoying themselves.

My friend and I were talking about the dress code, and he reckoned that while most ladies in the club did look great, I looked stunning. He said that more women should wear stockings and suspenders as it is so sexy, and if he was a woman, he wouldn’t consider wearing anything else.

It did seem that I was one of the the only ladies in the club wearing stockings and suspenders and I knew this because men kept on approaching me to say how great I looked and a couple of men even brushed past me so slowly and so close that they could feel the metal clasps on my suspender belt as they walked by.

It is really nice to be complimented by the others and always puts me on a high. My friend and I had a fabulous time dancing and drinking champagne, and I hadn’t noticed that one of my stockings had a huge ladder in it.

How annoying. I hate ladders; they look awful. I am usually so good at remembering to bring a spare stocking with me but had forgotten this time. Never mind, I decided instead that I would just remove my stockings and dance the rest of the night away with sexy bare legs instead.

I sat down at a table which was surrounded in really good-looking men. As I had been drinking champagne, I was a little tipsy, so I thought I would give a little show whilst taking off my stockings.

I played a sexy little game of Chinese whispers with the men around the table and told them I would take off my stockings for them in a real Burlesque-fashion but only if they didn’t invite a whole load more men into the show. I wanted to keep it discreet.

My friend watched and giggled as I teased the men with my leg and upskirt show. I sexily removed each of my heels and really slowly and seductively looked the men right in the eyes and removed each stocking. I rolled them down over my knees one by one, lifting my legs high in the air.

They would have been given a great glimpse of my satin panties while I performed for them. I left my suspender belt on and put on my heels again before getting up and blowing a real Marilyn-style kiss at the men round the table.

They were all smiling and looked somewhat impressed at what they’d just been treated to. I went over to where my friend was waiting and we both giggled at what I’d done. I always make him laugh when we go out together.

We finished our night out with more champagne and lots more dancing before heading home. The next time I go there, perhaps you’ll be there too.

Chapter 10

It was laundry day, and I had just finished placing my stockings in the washing machine. I turned the machine on to it’s most delicate cycle and went off to have a bath. I ran my bath and put in some of my favourite bubbles. I took off my silk dressing gown and stepped into my lovely, hot, bubbly bath.

I lay for ages amongst the bubbles and enjoyed the peace and quiet while I planned the rest of my day in my head. I planned what to wear and what I would do. I thought, as It was such a lovely sunny day, I would wear a really summery dress and some new satin-feel stockings I’d just bought the day before.

I would wear them with white lingerie and a white satin suspender belt with lace straps. I would arrange to meet my best friend and we would head off to the shops and spend, spend, spend!

I really wanted a dress I had spotted in a shop a couple of days ago, so hopefully if it’s still there, I’ll try it on.

I got out of my bath and patted my body dry with a lovely, soft white bath towel. I applied lots and lots of my favourite body lotion and then put on my underwear and my new satiny feel stockings and white satin suspender belt. I stopped what I was doing for a second as I heard a really weird noise.

It sounded like water spilling. I couldn’t think what it might be and couldn’t work out where it was coming from, but went into the bathroom in case I had left a tap on or something.

Nothing wrong in the bathroom. I listened again, and it was definitely coming from downstairs. I put on my fluffy pink slippers so that I wouldn’t ladder my stockings and dashed downstairs. Oh my goodness!

There was bubbly water all over the kitchen floor. It was pouring out of the washing machine. I turned off the machine and tried to open the door so that I could rescue my stockings.

The door was jammed shut, and my stockings were in there, immersed in water. Water was still spilling onto the kitchen floor, so I had to start mopping it up. What a great way to spend a Saturday!

I finished mopping up all the soapy water which took absolutely ages, and turned on my laptop. I googled a list of plumbers and eventually found a couple of emergency plumbers in my area.

I phoned one number, and there was no reply. The next I dialed, answered. I told him my predicament but he wasn’t all that keen on coming out on a Saturday. I was desperate, so I begged him and told him I would make it worth his while.

He told me he’d be around in 10 minutes. I dashed upstairs and put on a different dress to the one I had planned on wearing. This one was a very short, tight pink dress, very provocative-looking.

I applied some lip gloss and a pair of very high heels. I went downstairs and waited for the plumber to arrive.

Finally, after about half an hour, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to the plumber and asked him to follow me upstairs. I sexily walked upstairs in front of the plumber and wiggled my bottom as I walked.

He commented on my sexy rear and told me I had fabulous legs. I made him tea and gave him chocolate biscuits. I sat on a chair opposite him and watched while he got to work. He was actually a lovely guy and really quite sexy.

I really started to flirt with him, and when I realised he was married, I flirted with him even more. He wasn’t very close to fixing my washing machine, but he knew what the problem was.

I told him that I was a little concerned for the welfare of the silk stockings inside and was worried they would shrink or lose their colour. He said he’d open up the machine as soon as he drained the excess water away and was sure they’d be fine.

He asked me loads of questions about why I wore stockings and stuff like that, and he said he wished his wife wore them. He said they were really sexy. He asked if I was wearing a pair now.

I didn’t reply to this question but I made it very clear to him that I was wearing stockings by flashing him every now and then. I would sit in different positions on my chair and flash different angles of my sexy stocking-clad legs and let him get a glimpse of my suspender straps and metal clasps.

I flashed my knickers too and pushed out my breasts really obviously. I walked over to where he was working and pretended to be interested in him fixing my washing machine, but, really, I would just press myself up against him really provocatively so that he could feel my hard nipples or so that he could see right down my top.

He also saw me bend over numerous times in front of him and kept saying what an amazing figure I had and how sexy stockings looked on a lady. He asked if he could feel the silky stockings on my legs. “Of course,” I said, “but not until you rescue my precious, wet stockings from the machine.”

Eventually, the machine door was unlocked. A little more water trickled out. The plumber handed me the soaking wet nylons, and I quickly tended to them. They were luckily all okay, and I put them to one side and would hang them out when the plumber finished his work.

He asked again if he could look at my sexy legs a little more closely. I moved the chair right up next to him and gave him my legs to play with. He moved his manly hands up and down my legs, feeling how silky my stockings felt and he took off my heels.

He said he loved feet and caressed mine in the nylons. He unclipped a metal clasp accidentally but then unclipped them all. He took off one stocking really carefully and felt just how soft my leg felt.

He said he loved the fact that the suspender straps were left dangling waiting to be attached to a stocking. He finished repairing my washing machine and said he would have to go straight away or he would get carried away, and being a married man, he wanted to stay faithful.

I agreed and asked him how much I owed him for the work. He kindly said I had done enough, so I didn’t need to pay him any money. He left, and I felt quite satisfied I had pleased someone and got a kick out of being an exhibitionist and didn’t even need to pay him for repairing my broken washing machine.

I wonder what might have happened if he had of stayed a while longer. Hmmm, I may stay at home and think about that.