"What size can I get for you?" The saleswoman asked. 'And what color?"
"How about... 2 pairs of black stockings in size 10, and 2 pairs of tan ones in size 6." Again, although I wanted stockings in two different sizes, she didn't ask about this strange request in any way, probably, and rightly, assuming that the larger size pairs were actually for me.
"Ok, great." She placed the four pairs I wanted on her cashier's counter a few yards away. She quickly returned and suggested showing me some other pairs of different brands, and I agreed.
With each of them, she would slip into one stocking with her arm and let me feel it, sometimes even going further and letting me smell it, rubbing the stockings around my mouth with her cute little hands.
I wondered if that was going beyond her otherwise perfectly professional style. Still, I couldn't care less; I was enjoying the process, forgetting about my embarrassment, and almost wouldn't want to stop.
I repeatedly peeked at her legs clad in her tan nylon stockings and imagined how it would be to touch them and lick them all over, to take off her heels and suck on her small pretty feet and toes, until she would give me a footjob.
Sharon and Sue must have noticed the considerable size of the pile of stockings I had gotten ready for purchasing and probably started worrying about me going broke in a nylon stocking binge.
The young, pretty sales representative certainly didn't mind and earned a special bonus; she eventually rang up 20 pairs of nylon stockings for me after Sharon indicated that we had gotten enough hosiery to last a lifetime.
When they walked out of the store with me and back to the car in the garage, I was still in some nylon trance, barely noticing them or their taunting remarks about my first hosiery purchase spree.
I was in the sky, fantasizing with this beautiful young salesperson, getting her undressed to just wearing a girdle with garters holding her nylons.
And panties that had gotten all wet in the meanwhile from her pussy juices as she secretly enjoyed selling all of her expensive fashion nylon stockings to a guy who likes to cross-dress.
As Sharon and Sue noticed my mental absence, they let me sit in the back on the drive to Sue's place. Sue sat next to Sharon in the front, the two of them chatting away and having a great fun time while driving, pretty much ignoring me in the same way as I was ignoring them.
As we arrived at Sue's house, Sharon and Sue told me that they would fix dinner for the three of us, even though it was not that late, but I realized that I was hungry, as well, since I had not eaten for quite a while. I first had to visit the bathroom and walk upstairs; I had been in Sue's house several times before and knew the layout.
My original thought was to finally spank my monkey after so many hot experiences and wild erotic adventures, but then I had a different idea. It was inspired by a pair of white panties Sue had placed in a bin a little to the left of the toilet.
I picked them up almost naturally, enjoying the sensation of the slick, smooth nylon fabric and their cute appearance. I moved them to my nose and was turned on even more when I inhaled the pungent scent of Sue's crotch, a musky, strong odor of female private parts, quite different from the scents I was used to from my sister's underwear.
The thought of experiencing more of Sue's intimate apparel was coming to me quite naturally during this unexpected discovery, so instead of using the time to jerk off while my sister and her friend were preparing us dinner, I walked into Sue's bedroom next door.
I opened the top drawer of her dresser. There they were: all the sexy female hidden treasures I loved so much: panties, bras, socks, in many different colors, styles, and fabrics, girdles with garters, and all kinds of nylon stockings, most of them in their original packages, some of them worn before and washed. I could hardly believe my luck to be able to explore my sister's hot friend's underwear and nylons!
After browsing the seductive display of Sue's private underwear for a while, feeling the fabric of her panties, girdles and stockings, soaking in the scents of the different pieces of lingerie, I had the urge to move to the next step, kind of oblivious to the fact that both Sue and my sister were in the house downstairs and could come up and catch me in the act at any time.
It was just too much of a golden opportunity to explore Sue's lingerie on my body, so I removed Sharon's kitten heels and the rest of my clothes, including my sister's hot stockings and girdle with garter belts. All nude now, I started putting on one of Sue's most sexy, shiny, smooth tan nylon stockings with reinforced heels and toes.
I took my time to experience the silky nylon fabric sliding over my feet, calves, knees, and thighs, pulling the stockings up as far as I could, and evening out the folds until they fit as tautly as possible.
Since Sue was a bit shorter than my sister and had smaller feet, the heel parts of the stockings were a bit off my heels, and the top band of the tan stockings only went slightly above my knees. Still, I found this mismatch in size almost more arousing than wearing my sister's stockings that almost perfectly fit the size of my feet and legs.
I slowly ran my hands up and down the soft, shiny fabric of Sue's tan stockings and got a massive boner from this very sensuous experience. The next step was to get one of her color-matched beige girdles with garter belts attached; I slipped into the smooth nylon girdle and slowly raised it until this smooth sexy piece crossed my butt, just barely, then resting underneath my waist.
Sue's waist was so small that the girdle almost hurt to wear, another experience that turned me on beyond belief. Finally, I carefully clipped the light-brown garters onto the top of the tan stockings, which was challenging to do again, even with the garter bands extended and stretched to the maximum.
Now I was dressed in a way that perfectly fit my fantasies, and a significant amount of translucent slick pre-cum emanated from the tip of my massive hard-on. I looked into Sue's full-sized mirror and was amazed at how hot and sexy I looked in her lingerie.
My eyes spotted several pairs of shoes next to her dresser. I was all over them immediately, checking them out one at a time, rubbing their soles, heels, and upper parts against my face, sniffing Sue's strong musky sweaty scent of her feet I had experienced in the car earlier, mixed with the aroma of natural leather.
I then rubbed her shoes against my hard cock, squeezing it with the right and left shoe of a pair, and digging into my boner with the tips of the shoes and their heels. When I explored one of her 5" black stilettos, I almost hurt myself badly when pressing the tips of the heels firmly into the shaft of my cock.
I could not put any of her shoes on since she was only size 6. But I managed to squeeze my feet into one of her high-heeled, open-toe white mules, unable to walk in them. I was in seventh heaven and could not stop being amazed at the exciting clothes and shoes I could sample in Sue's bedroom.
During my playing with her many pairs of shoes, I built up my sexual arousal almost to the point of no return, so I picked a pair of black nylon stockings from her drawer and started to rub it hard against my cock, getting the full sensation of the soft smooth fabric of her black nylon stockings that she probably just had worn a couple of days ago.
I must have been so focused on my fetish experience that I didn't hear Sue's footsteps behind me. Just as I was on the verge of a massive orgasm, ready to shoot my load across the room and her lingerie I was wearing, I heard her voice shouting at me behind my back, which made me freeze instantaneously.
"Mike! What the—I can't believe what I'm seeing here! Are you crazy or what?"
I turned around, completely ashamed and embarrassed, and looked her in the face, which had become as red as a tomato.
"Sue!" I stammered helplessly. "I... I... I'm SO sorry! I don't know how to explain this, but I was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say to justify my actions. Of course, there was no objective justification other than my being completely engrossed in my lingerie, stockings, and shoe fetish that had taken 100% control of my entire being.
After a little pause, Sue took a careful and close look at my appearance. Her face was still very red, but the color slowly turned pink. I expected more scolding from her and tried to get ready for it, but her mouth turned into a smile, or, instead, some kind of devilish grin.
"You know, what, Mike?" Sue said, apparently with some nasty idea in her head. "I think you should just keep wearing what you are wearing right now. No more, no less!"
I was dumbfounded and surprised by this turn. What did she mean by that? The same idea that my sister had earlier. No, as it turned out, her plan was much more embarrassing than I could imagine.
"It looks like you're not sure what I'm talking about," Sue explained. "What I mean is that you will stay in my nylons, high-heeled mules, garters, and all during the whole night. You'll be the sissy transvestite that you've always been but now it's going to be in the open!"
Her evil grin turned into a burst of taunting laughter. "I just came up here to tell you that dinner is ready. Come on and show yourself to your beloved sister!" She was laughing even louder and more intensely now, while my heart fell into my stomach and I almost freaked out of panic and anxiety.
It's true, my sister had seen me in a similar outfit for the first time earlier this day, and in that sense, not much would be new to her. But, still, this was different since I was wearing Sue's outfit and not my sister's, which was very inappropriate as a guest in her house.
While I was still deliberating these and other thoughts about what was yet to come this evening, the doorbell rang. I looked at Sue with a big question mark on my face. Who would that be on a late Saturday afternoon?
"Don't worry, Mike," Sue responded to my non-verbal inquiry, "this is my cousin Nancy, who happens to be in town this weekend. I also had the liberty to invite her to our dinner."
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. This was the end of the world for me, I thought. Not enough dealing with Sue and Sharon all night in my girly underwear outfit, but now there was a stranger, too, a woman I had never met! I thought that Sue couldn't do this to me.
"I'm coming down in a minute!" I told Sue, slipping out of her mules since I almost fell with the weakness in my knees and legs, induced by my anxiety and terror of the upcoming situation.
"No way, Mike!" Sue sternly commanded. "You will walk down the stairs ahead of me and wear my mules, too!" There was no escape from my total humiliation and embarrassment. I realized at this point that I would have to go along, play by the rules, and follow whatever they would ask me to do.
Walking down the stairs in Sue's size six high heels was much more difficult than walking on an even floor (and even that was essentially undoable). I almost fell down the stairs several times and had to hold onto the railing to prevent a nasty accident from happening.
As I finally arrived on the first floor, my sister had just walked into the dining room with Nancy to offer her a seat. She returned to the hallway, spotting me with Sue's hot tan stockings, white heels, and beige girdle with garters, sitting very low on my waist.
"I see you took off your clothes for tonight," she whispered in my ear with a smile of irony and surprise. Moments later, she realized that I didn't wear hers but Sue's lingerie, and her face turned into a much more upset expression.
"I won't even say what I think about you!" She angrily hissed into my ear, since Sue was standing close by. "This will be an exciting evening; you can be assured of that!"
"Let's say hi to Nancy," Sue suggested, pretending to be all matter-of-fact, as if everything and everyone were perfectly normal and acceptable. She grabbed my arm and led me into her dining room.
"Hey, Nancy!" Sue exclaimed and hugged her cousin. "Great, you could join us for dinner. It's so good to see you! May I introduce Mike to you? I mentioned that Sue's brother would have dinner with us tonight, right?"
Nancy looked up at me for the first time. She clearly wanted to say hi or something to me but when she saw me standing there in front of her naked except for a beige girdle, garter belt, tan nylon stockings, and white high heel mules which were much too small for me, she froze in astonishment and just stared at me, unable to say a word. A longer pause followed, with no one saying anything, embarrassment mounting in the room.
Finally, my sister broke the silence. "Yes, this is my brother Mike. I am sorry if his outfit today makes you uncomfortable, but he sometimes likes to wear ladies' clothes, and Sue and I don't mind it in private. You know, it's all family!" Sharon tried to put on a friendly smile, but was not getting there. Nancy was still sitting there like a stone statue, her mouth open, but not a single word would come out.
Sue asked us to sit at the table and get started with the appetizers to avoid another long, embarrassing silence. She had already served bread and salad for everyone and was now asking for drink preferences. The rest of us shared a bottle of French red wine, except for Nancy, who voted for a beer.
Drinking some wine and starting to eat calmed me down a little bit, but I was still in total emotional upset and at a very high level of anxiety. Finally, the conversation started, and Nancy seemed to be able to either adjust to my unusual outfit of the day or ignore me completely.
In fact, for most of dinner, the three women talked among themselves, and only rarely did they ask me something, or was I in the mood to interject a brief remark. I was checking out Nancy a little bit, and noticed that she was no less attractive than her cousin, and relatively more attractive.
She was a redhead and wore her hair down to her shoulders; she had an adorable, young-looking face, although she was probably a couple of years older than Sue. She wore a very sexy red dress with short sleeves and large décolleté that allowed everyone to guess the size and shapes of her rather impressive boobs, probably 42D or 42DD I mused.
When she got up during dinner to go to the bathroom, I saw her black spiked high heels and nylons, semi-opaque, elegant, and expensive. Thinking of being surrounded by three hot women, all around my age, all in hot nylon stockings and great shoes, almost made me forget my embarrassing predicament and the situation I found myself in.
After the main course of dinner, there was a little break of sorts, another bottle of wine was served, and finally, I relaxed enough to be more a part of the general conversation. But just as I thought my predicament wasn't so dire after all, I felt a nylon-covered foot touching my left leg and slowly moving up and down on my tan nylons.
Sue sat on my left, obviously trying to increase my embarrassment. She was very gifted in that whenever I took a turn in the conversation, she would improve her foot massage of my leg and that way distract me enough so I would sometimes lose the thread and appear unfocused and distracted -- which I, of course, was, but no one else knew.
Not too much later, a shoe, this time to my right, touched my right leg and similarly teased me as Sue's foot on my left leg. I knew it was my sister who sat to my right. It was too close in time and too apparent that it could be a chance thing; I was pretty sure they had discussed it before.
Sue and Sharon got bolder during dessert, teasing my sister, slipping out of her heels, and continuing with her nylon stocking-encased feet. Eventually, all four feet landed on my upper thighs, surprisingly skillfully, without alerting Nancy, who sat opposite me at the table and focused primarily on the wonderful dessert, apple pie, and ice cream.
We were almost finished with dinner, as my sister grabbed my meanwhile rock hard cock with her nylon-clad feet and started a hot and intense foot massage, using all of her feet from heels to toe to make me completely crazy of lust and sexual arousal.
I was close to coming when Sue, who had put on her heels again, added to the pleasure by squeezing her spikes into the shaft and then the glans of my boner. But as if these two bitches had known the perfect moment, they withdrew exactly three seconds before I would have exploded on...
