Alone Time (In Pantyhose)

(This is based on real experiences)

i was in my 20s and living and working in London. It was the early 2000s. I'd broken up with my ex some time ago and sworn off relationships for a while. (He was immature and unreliable, not what I was looking for in a LTR, although the sex was undeniably hot -- often the way.)

I had a handful of one-night stands over this time but otherwise I had to satisfy myself with masturbation.

One Saturday morning all my roommates were out. I wasn't doing much today -- just meeting a friend for a few drinks later -- so I was looking forward to having the house to myself.

I intended to watch some TV and read. I'm a big reader and was working in publishing at the time. With my youthful looks and demure manner, people didn't realise what a horny slut I was inside my head. I had long brown hair and striking blue eyes. I used to wear a cute denim skirt with white flowers embroidered on it, with sheer tights (pantyhose) and Mary Jane shoes with heels. I enjoyed the way men looked as me as the skirt clung to my slim curves and nylon-covered legs. I was wearing the skirt and tights today.

Once the house was quiet and I lay on my bed reading a novel, I got tempted to play with myself. It was a while since I'd masturbated in a leisurely way, and I decided to tease myself slowly to orgasm.

I lay there squirming, in my skirt and pantyhose, as my pelvic area began to tingle and throb. I tried to concentrate on the novel but after a while the throbbing feeling focused more strongly on my clit and around my whole vulva. I squeezed my thighs together to get some satisfaction, but it wasn't enough. I was trying to tease myself by not allowing my fingers to stray down between my legs, but it was becoming difficult not to touch myself. Something about the silkiness of the sheer nylon clinging to my thighs and crotch was very sexy.

I laid down the novel and reached into my bedside drawer. Anal beads, dildos, wipes, lube, vibrators were all there, but they were for another day. Instead, I grabbed one of my Black Lace books. This cheap erotica aimed at women was great in the days before everyone had good access to the internet on their phone.

A lot of the stories were kind of silly, but a couple never failed to arouse me. One was a story about a woman, wearing a short skirt and no underwear, who went to fill her car up at the petrol (gas) station. She straddled herself over the thick tube and started to fill up her car while the petrol pumped aggressively through the hose. Its strong throbbing, pulsing movement on her bare pussy and clit would send her into ecstasy and she stayed there with the pump between her legs until she came. She was also watched by the guy working there, which only added to the excitement.

Reading that story, I just had to touch and stroke the moist, nylon-covered cleft between my legs. I had some little bikini panties on under the sheer hosiery and both of them were getting very damp. I moaned out loud, rubbing myself harder, splitting my legs apart so my skirt was pushed up around my waist. I wanted to be fucked, hard and deep, by a heavy, sweaty man on top of me, crushing me underneath him, groaning with pleasure at how good his erect cock felt inside my warm, wet pussy.

This brief fantasy reminded me of a really hot time with my ex, Martin. We'd been to visit a friend of his on the other side of London and had gone out drinking for the evening. Martin and I ended up spending the night on Tim's living room floor in a couple of sleeping bags, as it was late and the London Tube shut overnight.

We unzipped the bags and cuddled together underneath, undressing each other and engaging in foreplay. Then Martin slid me into one of the sleeping bags, fully naked, and zipped me up inside it. He lay over me and began to run his hands up and down my body over the sleeping bag. It was one of the most erotic things I've ever felt -- my naked body being stroked through the slick material of the sleeping bag. Martin was rock hard, and he kept muttering how good it felt, stroking my body but not being able to fully touch me. It was like he was being denied access to what he wanted, and it drove him crazy. When he finally unzipped me and plunged himself into me, we both orgasmed in no time. He was so turned on, his thrusts were all haphazard which meant he managed to stimulate my clit, so we came together, really loud. Tim must've heard us as it was a very small flat. The thought turned me on.

By now, laid on my own bed with this memory, I was completely soaked. My panties and sheer tights were a sodden mess. I peeled down the pantyhose, peeled off the saturated panties -- throwing them to the floor beside my bed -- and pulled up the tights again. It felt so good, so slutty, my creamy wet pussy covered only in the sheer, drenched nylon. I fingered myself, pressing the nylon in and out of my vagina. I imagined a guy fucking it into me with his big, hard penis... the feel of the nylon must be amazing on the sensitive head of his dick... but I had to stop for a minute, or I'd explode, and I didn't want to cum quite yet.

My mind went back to the night on the floor with the sleeping bags. In the morning Martin's friend Tim had looked at us as if he was embarrassed. He could hardly look me in the eye. He was a quiet, nerdy sort of guy and Martin had told me he didn't have much experience with women.

The idea of being overheard or watched while having sex is a big turn on for me. As I teased my clitoris, my legs spread open wide on my own bed, I imagined how Tim felt hearing me and Martin fucking like animals in the next room of his flat. Tim was tall and lean with dark hair and, although nerdy, he wasn't unattractive -- just lacking in confidence. I thought of him in his bedroom, at first annoyed that we were making a noise, but then starting to get aroused. I imagined him lying in his pyjama pants and T-shirt, hearing us sigh and moan. He lay there, irritated but turned on, his penis growing steadily in his pyjamas, his hand hovering over the bulge. Then he heard my moans getting louder and his cock stiffened further, making a huge tent. "Oh yes, yes, Martin," I whimpered. Then, Martin's deeper voice, "Fuck, this is so hot". Tim was envious, because Martin always seemed to have an attractive girl to fuck and this envy only added to Tim's lust.

Back in my own room, splayed out on the bed like a whore, I was getting dangerously close to creaming my pantyhose. The idea of Tim pushing down his pyjamas, taking out his cock, and stroking himself off to our passionate sex sounds was so hot. Reliving the sex we had after I was unzipped from my sleeping bag, and the gasps and moans I made as Martin fucked the living daylights out of me, I thought of Tim's cock twitching as he slid his fingers up and down his shaft, naturally lubed up by lots of young male precum. He paused for a minute to cup his full, aching balls in his hand, then, as he heard the crescendo of our mutual orgasm begin, he returned to his dick and jerked himself hard and fast. He heard Martin's hips slap against my ass cheeks; my moaning grew louder and louder. Finally I cried out, "Oh God, I'm gonna cum", and Tim felt his balls tighten and begin to pump. At that moment he imagined himself in his friend's place, shooting his load deep inside my tight pussy and making me cum hard on his ejaculating cock. He sprayed all over himself, over his stomach and chest, and his cock continued to pulse out streams of cum even after the first spurts had lost full power.

At the idea of this imagined climax of Tim's, I reached my own, fingering my slit and rubbing my swollen clit. I hovered for a second on the brink, knowing it would be intense as I'd edged myself for ages, and then it hit, and my round butt cheeks in their sheer nylon lifted from the bed as I spasmed and moaned like a little slut, cumming so hard I almost passed out. My head fell back flat on the pillow, my knees still raised, the whole area of my pantyhose's crotch flooded with my pussy juices. So wet, so slutty and very, very satisfied.