Three Roses; Stephanie, Van and Jea

"Now you'll want to pair some very sheer, nude pantyhose with that little black dress and these black suede pumps, Stephanie sweetheart." Van dispensed fashion advice while applying her makeup in front of her vanity desk mirror.

"But my legs haven't gotten enough sun yet. Won't that clash with the black?" I may have gotten quickly used to being Stephanie but I still was a little bit shy, especially considering Van's boss and playmate was a true fashionista.

"Oh my girlie boy, you're going to put on a garter belt and sheer black stockings over those pantyhose," Van seductively whispered in my ear. "Trust me, you'll love how it feels and looks. I will too and most of all, so will Jean. Now here's a pair of Oroblu ultra sheer tights. 7 denier - denier refers to the weight of the fabric. The lower the number, the more sheer and see through the hose are. They're made in Italy," she explained. "Now slip into these and I'll get the garter belt and stockings."

My smooth cock twitched just listening into Van's description of the hose. I felt like I was becoming lost in a luxurious pink fog. How was this even happening? The packaging of the hosiery made me start to get hard. A far cry from the little plastic egg my mom's Leggs pantyhose came in. I delicately opened the package and admired the sheerness of the hose. Sliding into them sent jolts of pleasure like electricity up and down my smooth legs. Pulling the waistband up over my cock made me sigh with pleasure. This was all very intoxicating stuff. My inhibitions were melting away with each new brand of hosiery I discovered.

"That's my sweet girlie boy," Van squealed as she put the final touches on her makeup. "I knew you would love them. Now let me get your garter belt and let's get the show on the road." In a flash Van secured the lace black garter belt around my waist and motioned for me to sit on the edge of the bed. She then glided over to her dresser and produced a pair of the sheerest black stockings I had ever seen.

"Cervin reinforced heel and toe stockings made in France. You'll love the refinement and sensual feel of these stockings and so will Jean. She won't be able to resist you," said Van as she delicately raised up my right leg and began to slip a rolled up stocking on it.

"Jean is coming over here tonight? I squeaked, my voice a potpourri of excitement and terror. "Is there something I should know?" The thought of someone from the outside world intruding on this real life fantasy was almost too much for my newly minted girly brain to process.

"Oh baby she's really something," Van enthusiastically replied. "Jean is always dressed to impress in luxe, femme, form-fitting office wear. Her hair is positively angelic and her makeup is flawless and transcendent. You'll love her and she will absolutely adore you. You both are amazing women with a little something extra, if you know what I mean," she winked as she finished up attaching the stockings to the garter belt clips. "Now come over to the vanity and we'll get your makeup game as equally transcendent."

Van applied my makeup with care, explaining that for a night like this, I should go for a makeup style that balances elegance and sophistication. She applied primer and foundation remarking that I had pretty accomplished makeup skills for just using what I found in my Mom's vanity. After concealer and powder, Van gave me a smoky eye and added a winged eyeliner with a precision I had yet to master. The came the contour and blush. I couldn't recognize myself in the mirror. Stephanie was being brought to life by Van's delicate touch - so lithe and femme. At last she produced a tube of lipstick in the shade of nude pink and carefully applied it to my lips.

"Girl, you will smolder tonight. Now stand up so we can spray a whisper of Obsession on you and then get you into that black bodycon dress," Val sprayed a delicate cloud of the perfume and motioned me to stride through it. "Perfect girly boy. Jean will be absolutely smitten with you!"

I stepped through the fragrant cloud Van had sprayed. "I'm so nervous I'm trembling," I whispered. Things were moving so fast but again, I didn't want them to slow down. I fastened the bra Van had put out for me and put in the inserts. Van then motioned to the black dress she had laid out on the bed. I shimmied into the figure flattering garment and smoothed it out, throughly enjoying each sensation the layers of hosiery and lycra triggered with my movements. I swooned momentarily as my cock hardened leaving a noticeable bulge in the dress.

"God I love your bulge," sighed Van as she clipped on some rhinestone stud earrings on my earlobes. "Wait until you see Jean's. You are in for the most amazing experience." Van then fasted a wide rhinestone choker necklace around my throat and then handed me a pair of black slingback heels.

"Jean is a crossdresser? I stammered as I slipped into the heels. My heart tried to gallop out of my throat and down the street. "I've never..."

"Baby, listen," Val said reassuringly. "I know this may sound shocking but Jean is more than that. She is the most exquisite woman with something extra I have ever known. Working for her has transformed my life. Your brother and I are getting a divorce. We're separated. I haven't told your parents yet. Jean and I are in a relationship." I swooned again and sat back on the bed. Talk about earth shattering news. I began to wonder how long I could keep pace. Again, that feeling of crossing a threshold came over me but I simply was too lost in a pink fog to resist.

"I'm okay with it. You're a completely different person to me than the one I met previously and I want to keep sharing this with you... and Jean."

"Good!" Van chirped as she finished getting dressed herself. She looked stunning in a black lace bustier with shiny gold miniskirt and burgundy flamenco jacket. Her legs sheathed in off black sheer pantyhose with suede burgundy pumps completed the ensemble. "I hear her Jag pulling into the driveway. Showtime, girly boy." Van blew me a kiss and motioned for me to follow her into the living room.

A sliver Jaguar XK-E pulled into the driveway. The driver's side door opened and a single shimmery, long leg emerged in a sexy beige leather pump. Her nude hose were the shiniest I had ever seen. What followed made nearly made my mascara run; an elegant woman emerged with a perfectly coiffed, shoulder length shag haircut in chestnut brown. She was dressed in a form fitting, hot pink dress. I noticed her Chanel sunglasses as she confidently strode to the door. She wore a choker of oversized pearls. The whole ensemble made me tremble in my heels.

"Jean honey, you know how to make an entrance," Van laughed as they embraced check to cheek at the door. And her she is, the girl I have been gushing about," Van motioned for me to meet them at the door. "Stephanie Moon, meet Jean Tate."

"Stephanie darling, what a beautiful joy it is to finally meet you, Van has been telling me what a captivating young lady you are," Jean's voice was like a silken birdsong. She sounded to me like an actress out of a Billy Wilder film. The bulge in my dress, swollen and throbbing in the sheer pantyhose had to have been noticeable. Before I could utter a word, Jean pulled me close into a tight embrace. Never mind my apprehension about my cock making its presence known - I now felt a similar bulge in Jean's tight fitting dress. I had never experienced anything remotely like this before in my 19 years of fumbling through existence. Jolts of pleasure shot up and down my body. I could tell she was wearing Chanel No 5 perfume and did I notice she was ever so slightly wiggling her bulge against mine? Swoon.

"Come, let's sit on the couch," Jean sang as she broke off the sensual embrace and led me by the hand to sit next to her. The hiss of her pantyhose as she crossed her legs was enthralling. She must have noticed my eyes were pinned to her marvelous legs like thumbtacks on a cork board.

"Donna Karan Essentials, Stephanie darling. Aren't they lovely? Just like you." Jean took off her black leather driving gloves and delicately placed her hand on my pantyhose knee. "I'm sure you'll prove yourself a fast learner. You'll be perfect for Park Avenue hosiery. After all, you've been reaching for this moment ever since you first found that first pair of silken pantyhose in your mother's lingerie drawer. Her hand gently made slow and soft circles around my hose clad knee. "Van dear, please get us a drink, scotch honey. Our Stephanie is trembling! Let's all relax on the couch here and chat with our new salesgirl."

I was trembling. Never in my most absurd flights of fantasy did I ever entertain the idea that I wouldn't be doing anything at my sister in law's place this summer beyond painting window casings and hacking at weeds - far from the silken temptations of my mum's lingerie drawer and dresses. It wasn't fear that made me tremble however, it was anticipation.

"Jean, I would like that very much. I love being a girly." As I responded, I reached out and tentatively put my hand on Jean's knee. Her pantyhose were luxuriously smooth and she didn't resist. My cock throbbed inside my own silken cocoon. Being in the presence of these two was a pantyhose fetishist's dream. It truly drove the final nail in the coffin of Stephen's persona. It was the Stephanie show from here on out.

"You love being a woman," Jean corrected. "Hosiery is makeup for legs. It's an expression of a confident woman's femininity and inner strength. It is a second skin that allows us to present ourselves to the outside world with a measure of control. It can draw the measure of attention we want based on our choice of what to wear. That is our power as women whio understand how do dress for pleasure," Jean broke off from her inspirational monologue and called out to Van, "Darling, bring those scotch tumblers and that a joint over here to the couch. Let's celebrate."

"Ooh Stephanie sweetheart! We get to work together! Saleswomen at Park Avenue hosiery!" Van was positively ecstatic. She offered us each a tumbler of scotch and slid in next to us crossing her shapely legs as she did so. Oh god, I may have never been as horny as I was at that point. I took a hit off the joint and took a measured sip of the scotch, savoring the burn as it traveled from my lips to my tummy. I wanted them both. Was I greedy? Absolutely.

After we passed the joint back and forth Van got up and put some music on the stereo. The slow smoky sound of Chet Baker oozed out of the speakers. "Care for a dance, Stephanie darling?" Jean stood up and led me by the hand to the middle of the room where she cupped my backside and encouraged me to do the same. She was taller than me so she led.

The scotch and joint left me pleasantly buzzed and easy to lead. We ever so slightly began massaging our bulges against each other to the sultry jazz music. The slightest move I made caused the layers of nylon to slip against each other in the most intense and sensual way.

As we swayed to the music I heard the click of Van's heels behind me. She joined the embrace and lightly kissed the back of my neck. She whispered, "tonight we get everything we've ever wanted, girly girl." She gently thrust her hips into my ass. The sensation made me sigh the most feminine utterance of my life at that point. As we began to move in unison, I became aware of Jean's cock throbbing through her dress as it gently rubbed against my now raging hardon. It took every ounce of my willpower not to cum right then and there.

"Ladies, shall we take this to the bedroom?" Jean whispered as the song played to its conclusion. Without a word, Jean led Van and I down the hall into the master bedroom. "Stephanie darling, please unzip me? Jean turned and offered me the zipper on the back of her dress. Trembling, I slowly complied. The amazing garment fell to her heels. I kissed the back of her perfumed neck, leaving a perfect lipstick print.

Jean turned around now in clothed only in a bra and her sheer to waist pantyhose. Her hardon visible through the silky material. Van had slipped out of her clothes now only in pantyhose. She laid back on the bed and began massaging her pussy as she gazed hungrily at us.

Shimmying out of my little black dress as fast as I could, I watched Jean lay down with Van on the bed. They began to kiss passionately as their silky legs entwined. In a flash I joined them. My girl cock ached with desire and lust. I thrust my head between Van's pussy and Jean's cock while they kissed. Kissing and licking, I coated their hosed covered genitalia with lipstick and saliva. Stephanie was in full whore mode. Everything a pantyhose pervert desires was happening at light speed.

"Hump my legs, both of you. I want to feel your cum on my pantyhose," I commanded. Wordlessly Van and Jean complied, kissing me as they did so. The air was thick with the smell of perfume and sex. Both began to massage my cock through the pantyhose. The sensation of my stockings sliding back and forth against my pantyhose while they humped me drove me wild.

"You're both gonna make me cum. Cum on your beautiful Stephanie. I'm your pantyhose whore!" A series of moans and grunts followed. I orgasmed in great spasms, the force of which sent a thin rope of semen shooting through the nylon into my face.

Both Van and Jean groaned with lust and licked the hot ejaculate off my face as they orgasmed. I could feel Jean's cock explode on my silken thigh, emitting hot, sticky cum. She bit the earring off my earlobe as she did so.

Van's pussy had made my other thigh soaked. Her legs locked around mine like a vice, she buried her head in my shoulder and furiously humped me until she emitted a primal scream as she orgasmed. Now biting my neck, she held on for dear life as waves of silken pleasure overtook her. My cock throbbed with lust. The room seemed to dissolve, leaving us entangled in our hose in a void.

"Oh my God that was amazing," I panted trying to catch my breath. I looked around, taking in the image of us laying back on the bed. At that moment, I noticed both Van and Jean had the same tattoo on their right outer ankle; two roses. I found it odd that I hadn't noticed that detail until now but with the pace at which things overtook me, I could see why. I was just about to ask about the significance when Jean provided an explanation.

"Two roses darling, Van and I. A symbol of our love and passion. And now we have our third rose. Stephanie Moon, our beautiful woman who knows all about dressing for pleasure. Our third rose. You complete us. I was overwhelmed. I laid back as Van and Jean embraced me, my mind an ever expanding rose garden. I stepped over the threshold and lost myself in the blossoms.