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Pamela's Pantyhose? Nevermore
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Pamela's Panty-hose? Nevermore!
I read with a smile the phrase in Will Ray's note on photoswap, "two letters
to the editor in pamela's pantyhose".. My own true love and fiancee is named
Pamela, and she wore pantyhose to work all the time when I first began dating
her, last January (1990).. Soon after our first bonding and wonderful love-
making, I bought Pamela beautiful garter belts, a Merry Widow with garters
and several pairs of finest sheer stockings (including silk ones from Italy).
When Pam and I went to a concert soon after, she said to me as we walked from
the garage to the concert hall, "Jerry, I really love the feel of these stock-
ings! They are so sensual - and I can feel them move a bit as I walk along. I
wore stockings last in 1970, so I forgot all about how they feel. They do make
me feel a little uncertain though, as I feel the wind come under my skirt and
all the way up to the crotch of my panties - that is a strange (but not un-
friendly) sensation!"
Because of her comment, I decided to buy her some knee-high stockings to
see how Pamela would like them. She wore them under a long jeans skirt when
we went over to visit her mother's recently. As Pam sat comfortably opposite
me I could see the tops of her knee-highs and their not lovely top elastics
and some of her (lovely) legs showing too.. when I told her about this pri-
vately later, she turned beet red and said she'd probably only wear the knee-
highs under slacks or jeans in the future - even thought I assured her that
she looked charming and so desirable as I had viewed her.
Now I took the step which moved us inexorably to the most exciting permanent
change I would have ever thought possible for Pamela and me: I looked very
carefully through the entire hosiery section of an upscale department store
and found some "thigh high sheer stockings"... I got these for her and Pam
thanked me, saying she had not known this type existed.
On our next date, after a great dinner and relaxed drive under moonlight,
Pamela and I retired to my motel room where she sat on the edge of my water-
bed. We just dropped back together, fully clothed onto the bed, and rocked
in laughter and happiness. I hadn't seen her for several weeks, so we just
hugged and held each other for the longest time, enjoying every minute of
our experience. Ater our soft as baby skin kisses produced yearning sighs
from Pamela's throat, I began caressing her face, her hair and her neck. She
put her mouth up to my ear and breathed the warmest, wettest air in there,
bringing me to an advanced state of love readiness seconds later! I softly
rubbed her shoulders and caressed her down her sides, only barely making the
gentlest contact with her sensitive, lovely breasts. Pamela was caressing my
back eagerly and unbuttoning my shirt to insert her hand in to feel my chest
and to tease my nipples to stiff readiness. As I continued to caress down
her skirt, she responded with little urging mews and invitingly spread her
legs slightly apart for me. I reached under the hem of her long skirt, and
first felt her silky stockinged legs - then I was aware of not one but two
layers of slip Pamela wore (she later told me that one slip was too short
for the skirt but had a very pretty top to be seen under her transparent
blouse, and the second slip had the right length.) This extra amount of
underwear was intriguing me strongly! I caressed gradually higher up Pam's
leg, felt the sexy top binding elastic and moved onto her super soft leg
and thigh skin... so warm, so responsive to my touch! As I moved closer to my
"heaven" I realized that there was no deterrant to the progress of my hand,
even to the sensual globe of her buttock cheek!!! What a great surprise for
me - Pam wasn't wearing any panties!! It blew my mind, and we advanced to one
of the fullest episodes of wanton and abandoned loving we have ever had. We
both came several times and felt totally united, as if this were the very first
time our bodies had ever joined. The water bed was our friend, adding its own
motion to encourage new angles, new directions, new delights to each of us.
Later, after lovingly reviewing our happiness in light soft talking, I asked
Pamela about the reason for not wearing any panties.. it had turned me on so
very excitedly. She said that she learned by wearing garter belt, stockings
and panties that she really loved the feel of the wind under her skirt, climb-
ing all the way to her crotch - but not quite getting TO her. So, she told me,
that she experimented one day wearing the thigh-high stockings and no panties
to her office... she said, "It was so terrific.. I came in the car, just from
the motion on the car's seat and vibration of traffic. Then, at the office, I
could feel (really FEEL) the seat of my chair. And I felt wickedly erotic as
I stood talking with men who work with me, knowing that under my skirt there
was no impediment to their seeing my pussy were I to lean down to the bottom
drawer of a filing cabinet to extract something! Now, I have not had a urinary
infection for weeks, and I always used to get them when I wore pantyhose all
the time. So, this is how I dress almost every day.. now. I'm so glad you
approve!!!" (note to female readers... please give this sensual dressing
technique a try... you may solve any of several genital discomforts related
to airless confinement of pantyhose (not pretty for us men to gaze upon any-
way) - you may achieve a great double benefit when you feel turned on by what
you FEEL, and your lovers, boyfriends, husbands are electrically excited when
you let them KNOW what is under your dress or skirt!!! Have fun!) Yours,
ErosJer
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