No Panties :D

lisa123414

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Okay, so how about no panties?

Don’t get excited y’all, I was wearing pantyhose today, but not panties ok? And now I remember why I hate to bother with hose. Grabbing them out of the drawer as I rose extra-early this morning for a conference, I was not paying nearly enough attention. Hmm, the waistband is loose, but the legs look good so off I went to my meeting. When I got there, I could tell they were gathered at low hip level. The first trip to the bathroom confirmed my panty was now a bikini.

Pulling them up, “Shoot fire!” wouldn’t you know it, I put a fingernail through the sheer fabric from tugging too hard. I know it’s a long walk to my car, even longer drive to the nearest store, so I very gingerly pull the hose up my legs, hoping the run stays above the skirt line for a while.

The meeting room is not girl friendly, set up as an auditorium, there are rows of seats. The seats are tiered and low, and my high heels mean with feet on the ground my knees are higher than my hips. I try crossing my legs and realize that my short skirt is now distracting the speaker so I uncross my legs and demurely cross my ankles.

At the breaks and at lunch, rising from the low seats makes me feel like Venus. Taking a drink from my bottle of water, I look around the room and notice there are four women and sixty men in the room. I spent the afternoon trying to pay attention to the speakers but also watching, as my single run became two, and then after another trip to the ladies’ I also developed a run down the other leg.

Pretending to myself, that no one else could possibly have noticed my “racing stripes” I left the conference.
 
Okay, so how about no panties?

Don’t get excited y’all, I was wearing pantyhose today, but not panties ok? And now I remember why I hate to bother with hose. Grabbing them out of the drawer as I rose extra-early this morning for a conference, I was not paying nearly enough attention. Hmm, the waistband is loose, but the legs look good so off I went to my meeting. When I got there, I could tell they were gathered at low hip level. The first trip to the bathroom confirmed my panty was now a bikini.

Pulling them up, “Shoot fire!” wouldn’t you know it, I put a fingernail through the sheer fabric from tugging too hard. I know it’s a long walk to my car, even longer drive to the nearest store, so I very gingerly pull the hose up my legs, hoping the run stays above the skirt line for a while.

The meeting room is not girl friendly, set up as an auditorium, there are rows of seats. The seats are tiered and low, and my high heels mean with feet on the ground my knees are higher than my hips. I try crossing my legs and realize that my short skirt is now distracting the speaker so I uncross my legs and demurely cross my ankles.

At the breaks and at lunch, rising from the low seats makes me feel like Venus. Taking a drink from my bottle of water, I look around the room and notice there are four women and sixty men in the room. I spent the afternoon trying to pay attention to the speakers but also watching, as my single run became two, and then after another trip to the ladies’ I also developed a run down the other leg.

Pretending to myself, that no one else could possibly have noticed my “racing stripes” I left the conference.


I like this story. x3
 
And that is why a number of my friends will only do thigh highs. I think pantyhose are sexy, but I know for women they can be an utter pain. Most I know though either think of them as panties/hose so no need for more panties and others see them as just hose and wear panties too.

One woman I knew admitted too panties...pantyhose and another pair of panties to make sure they stayed up....crazy.

Thanks for sharing though I can imagine your day.
 
You are going to be responsible for a whole new set of fetishes in my poor little brain...
:kiss:
 
You are going to be responsible for a whole new set of fetishes in my poor little brain...
:kiss:

Oh, I hope so! I believe you are something of a fetish nirvana so being one is certainly something of which to be proud.

(umm, help?! don't look now but there seems to be a few fellows looking at my lack of panties, so to speak)
 
Oh, I hope so! I believe you are something of a fetish nirvana so being one is certainly something of which to be proud.

(umm, help?! don't look now but there seems to be a few fellows looking at my lack of panties, so to speak)
Well, yeah of course they're looking!:kiss:

I will gladly help you put them on. I can think of all sorts of fun things to do with panty-covered pussy... Or, we can take 'em off again. :kiss:
 
Well, yeah of course they're looking!:kiss:

I will gladly help you put them on. I can think of all sorts of fun things to do with panty-covered pussy... Or, we can take 'em off again. :kiss:
you, sweet one, are making this far too easy
 
Harlan Ellison is sick twisted MF. Which is probably why I enjoy him as a writer. He had a short story that had a woman daydreaming about diva models finding a hole in just the right spot in her pantihose. Of course she was sans panties as well.

From there he took a much darker path. But like I said. Sick and twisted.

And now we have Stella twisting Lisa in the wind on her index finger...

:D
 
Harlan Ellison is sick twisted MF. Which is probably why I enjoy him as a writer. He had a short story that had a woman daydreaming about diva models finding a hole in just the right spot in her pantihose. Of course she was sans panties as well.

From there he took a much darker path. But like I said. Sick and twisted.

And now we have Stella twisting Lisa in the wind on her index finger...

:D

I believe you should join us, dear poet,

please?


(you should not ignore a woman, naked and wanting, stripped down to her nightgown...)
 
I believe you should join us, dear poet,

please?


(you should not ignore a woman, naked and wanting, stripped down to her nightgown...)

I think that Stella and I could make quite a tag team doing decadent, naughty things to you. Without even discussing it with her, I think that I can promise you that between the two of us, at the end of the tryst, you would either melt into a puddle or spontaneously combust.
 
I think that Stella and I could make quite a tag team doing decadent, naughty things to you. Without even discussing it with her, I think that I can promise you that between the two of us, at the end of the tryst, you would either melt into a puddle or spontaneously combust.

and i must say, that i could not take you both, now separately, well lets just say my toes are curling :)
 
I think that Stella and I could make quite a tag team doing decadent, naughty things to you. Without even discussing it with her, I think that I can promise you that between the two of us, at the end of the tryst, you would either melt into a puddle or spontaneously combust.
What he said.
and i must say, that i could not take you both, now separately, well lets just say my toes are curling
Why not? If we were very careful?
 
I remember being your age-- young, dumb and full of cum-- but I do not ever remember thinking older women were anything but sexy.

Well, you'll learn.

-rolls eyes- Of course, because you're obviously such a Gandhi yourself.
And don't call me dumb without getting to know me, partner. -flicks your forehead- If you ask me, you're quite the cumbucket yourself.
 
-rolls eyes- Of course, because you're obviously such a Gandhi yourself.
And don't call me dumb without getting to know me, partner. -flicks your forehead- If you ask me, you're quite the cumbucket yourself.
I am very particular who I share my bucket with. :cool:
 
Stella, I bet you posed more than once in nothing but chaps...you cowboy you...:D
 
I am very particular who I share my bucket with. :cool:

Oh I'm sure, I'm sure.
You're the one who called me a kid. Doing that without even knowing someone personally, that's a real mark of immaturity. And while I admit I've done it myself... since you're ever so much wiser, I'd think you would know better.

Don't worry, you'll learn. When you do, maybe you can start lecturing me. For now though... I don't think you have much to teach me.
 
-shrugs- Really now. It's one thing to call me a kid, another to act like you're not one yourself. Screw your age. Doesn't matter if you're a child on the inside.
I know maturity when I see it, and believe me kid, you ain't it. At least not from what you're displaying.

If you want me to think of you as a role model of sorts, man up and quit being a jerk. Savvy?
 
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