(OOC)
Foreword:
Hi all, this is my first, but hopefully not last, posting.
This intro is long, but provide a lot of useful info, clues and possible sub-plots together with some characters that might get involved later on, so please read it through. It may even be worth while to return to it later on. I hope I've written it well enough to make a nice reading.
There are many ways this story might evolve.
Anything from a bad attempt to have sex to a steaming orgy with nylon fetishists or more...
Enjoy!
(IC)
The General Setting:
Nowadays, in a mid size city, USA
The Background:
I'm a college student in the mid twenties on my third year of science studies.
My appearance; white male, 5'9" tall, 145 lbs, average build with a hint of ceg, short greyish brown hair, clean-shaven face, grey eyes, long thin fingers, small feet and a hairy chest.
I'm a bit shy and inbound, and I don't have that many friends. I guess most people would call me a nerd, because I don't like the type of parties normally thrown on campus. Too much drinking, smoking and loud noice. I prefer more quiet and sober surroundings. Since I don't visit many parties contacts with the opposite sex have been mostly of the study-related type and hardly ever sexually oriented, which has made me somewhat frustrated. I have no problems chatting or discussing with women, but if I dare to make moves/comments in a direction they feel might end up with us having sex they turn to ice and button up as if I'm a leprous. This puzzles me since I don't look or smell that bad. The few women that actually have had sex with me are satisfied, but the word doesn't seem to have spread. Perhaps women feel I'm about to get desperate for sex and get scared...
Now I've turned to a sexually related contact service on the net. There haven't been a single reply to my ad, as expected, but low and behold, I did get in touch with one of the women who's ad I replied to. Seems to be a jackpot. She calls herself Pussy Galore (PG for short) and she claims to be a student at my college, but all I relly know about her is her anonymous e-mail address. She seems to know the local area though, and I have no reason to doubt her info.
We've had some wonderful and steamy cybersex sessions. She really likes sexual role-playing and use a different persona each time. When she described her involvement in a lesbian act during one of our sessions she did it with such exquisite detail that I had to ask out of character if it was something she'd actually done. She confessed to have done it a few times. Later on we disclosed more about our actual sexual experiences, preferences and status.
I call myself Mr Dupont, and told her;
- about my shortcomings in attracting the opposite sex,
- that I'm something of a nylon fetishist and get somewhat turned on simply by seeing female legs in nylons and high heels (stockings or pantyhose doesn't really matter, but top of the line is a woman with high heel sandals, nearly skin colored pantyhose, a really short pleated mini skirt, and if/when she bends over deeply forward the skirt slides up to reveal that both her panties (if any) and pantyhose are of the open crotch variety, exposing her easily accessible wet pussy, ready to take my stiffy),
- that I'd like to try group sex (threesome or more, preferably with even pairs or more women),
- that I'd like to try light bondage, where the tied up part can do little but receive pleasure,
- that I don't like violence, urine or faeces.
Here's the story PG told me, as I recall it. It might be all hoax, but I don't think so;
Her sexlife was a mess. It had started out about the same way as mine, for much the same reasons, but in her case men hesitated to get close simply because she was too good looking. It seemed they thought she'd turn them down right away if they tried, so no reason for them trying. Then her room-mate Liz (fake name) initiated her in the plasures of female to female sex. Since PG hardly ever got any hot dates with men Liz helped her get sexual satisfaction. For PG it was only a matter of sex, never any romantic emotions involved. Liz, who was bi-sexual and had a boyfriend called Jeff (fake name), expected PG to return the favours, which she willingly did. Sometimes PG was invited to participate when Jeff was at their place to have sex. She usually accepted, but always had to play a lesbian part, and never got to touch Jeff. The first time they had a threesome she got to sixtynine Liz while Jeff recuperated from his first orgasm and got ready for a re-run. PG got really turned on under Liz, and when she glanced to the side she could see Jeff masturbate while watching the two chicks eat each other. She desperately ached for some real cock when Jeff approached and inserted his erect penis into Liz's throbbing pussy, and began sliding it back and forth directly above PG's head. ”Please let me suck your cock” PG begged. Liz froze. ”Don't ever ask for Jeff's cock! Not now, not ever!” she sneezed. To underline it she bit PG's clit hard enough to make it hurt. ”Jeff” she continued, ”never stick your dick into this lesbian! She won't appreciate it anyway. Understood?”
From then on PG was rumored to be a true lesbian, and Liz scared off all men trying to get a date with PG. The closest PG got to a cock was when Liz used a strap-on dildo for her on special occasions.
Now PG was really looking forward to have sex with a less dominant real man of her own.
I was right about her fondness of role-playing. Her sexual fantasies usually were about two (sometimes more) strangers meeting by chance, getting hot and having sex just because they feel like it, parting never to meet again. The variations were by place and situation.
PG also had some other peeves, but I can't recall them right now (hint, hint).
The Setup:
At this time we agreed to meet in real life. We thought a meeting on neutral ground during some weekend while our room-mates are gone, and why not mix it with one of her fantasies...
We found a weekend when Liz is supposed to visit Jeff's parents, and my room-mate Jim is supposed to visit his parents. They will booth be gone from friday evening to sunday afternoon.
I am to rent a room at a local motel, registering as Mr Dupont. My "character" is a salesrep for some company, a long way from home and bored after a slow week. I will check in early saturday afternoon, PG is to arrive at 5 p.m. with some food for us, acting "room service". When she wants her tip I won't have any cash, and we'll ad-lib from there...
We agreed not to get into details about our looks before the meeting, to keep some surprise for later. She knows I look "average", and she's supposed to be really hot...
To make the meeting a bit more relaxed we've agreed on some rules;
- I am to pay the motel bill, she will pay the food and beverage.
- I am to provide and use condoms, no need to make babies or spread VDs...
- If one of us take some sexual initiative that the other don't like, a simple "no" or light physical resistance should suffice to stop it, and the initiator should not try it again. Then it's up to the stopper if that action is to be resumed later on.
- As a safety measure, in case one of us is a psycho or so, we have agreed to leave a transcript with all agreed details for our room-mates. If all goes well we will get home and remove the transcripts before the room-mates arrive on sunday afternoon, otherwise the police will get some clues to what's happened.
The Action:
Ten days ahead of our meeting I reserve a single room at a cheap motel in the other end of town. I ask for a specific room number and get number twelve. I forward the confirmation to PG.
I want to go by car but don't own one. I arrange to borrow my room-mate Jim's car, provided I'll drive him to and from the airport, don't drive to far and fill up the tank.
Next I'll get the proper clothes and props. I take a trip down town.
First I buy a pack of banana-flavoured condoms. I'm not sure PG want to suck my cock at all, in the raw, or with a condom, but better safe than sorry...
If I'm to be a salesrep I need the right attire. I buy a brown, well used and cheap polyester suit, and an ugly tie to go with it. The arms and legs of the suit are about one inch too short, which I think is perfect for the role.
I'll also need some sample merchandise... What company should I represent? Let's make it "Her Hot Hoisery Inc."! I buy a couple of various cheap stockings, as well as some megapacks cheap pantyhose. I also find one of those machines for printing a small quantity of your own business cards, and make a set for Mr Antoine Dupont, sales representative of "Her Hot Hoisery Inc". This level of role-playing should make a good impression on Pussy Galore. She could get away with casual clothes and a bag of take away burgers, but with all my spendings and preparations I really hope she'll do better than that.
When I got home I modified most pantyhose into something more ... special. Feeling the nylon sliding on my hands and arms, thinking of how to use them, I got very excited and just had to masturbate. I slipped a pantyhose leg on my stiff rod and let it slide up and down as I jerked off. Ohh it felt so good! When I realised I was about to cum I tore it away, just before squirting my load all over the nylon in front of me. Ooops, it wasn't my original intention to impregnate the fabric with my semen. I'd better clean it off... I got some toilet paper and wiped off as much cum as I could. It won't be totally clean, but I don't think she'll notice and it will get me even hotter knowing residue of my sperm is there...
I roll up the nylons and stash them together with the other items I bought in my old suitcase for now.
Come saturday.
I left Jim at the airport last night. It turned up his girlfriend was to join him on the visit. I don't know her, have only seen her briefly a few times and can't remember her name, she's also a student, and fairly good looking to that.
I had some trouble sleeping, wondering if PG will turn up as decided. What will she really look like? Do I know her from school? Is she such a horny slut as I've been led to beleive?
I take out the suitcase and open it. The stains on the nylons have dried and are hardly visible.
I put on a new pair of underpants, a new pair of dark grey socks, a white shirt, the suit and tie I bought and finally a pair of brown leather shoes.
I spread the business cards, a few in each of my pockets and some in my wallet, to have them handy. I also open the pack of condoms and put two in my shirt pocket. The rest I leave with the packet in the suitcase.
Better pack a toilet bag while at it, just in case... there's plenty of room for it in the case. I expect to not stay overnight, but you'll never know...
An envelope with printouts of my e-mail correspondence with PG is placed on Jim's desk.
After a quick lunch I take the suitcase and put it in the car trunk. It's windy and rain, not very nice weather. I drive to the motel and check in as Antoine Dupont, paying cash in advance. I get the key and head for the room, number twelve as promised.
It's a fairly small and simple room, but well kept. Two simple armchairs on either side of a low, small table. A desk with one chair, a small TV, telephone and some pamphlets. A mid-size bed, sagging in the middle and a bit squeaky. A bathroom with sink, toilet and shower. There are two glasses, one bathrobe and some towels. That's all.
I take off my jacket and hang it on the chair. Scanning the pamphlets I realise that this motel really do offer room service.
What time is it? Half past three. I open the suitcase, take out the condom packet and put it at the head of the bed. Then I examine my "sample merchandise", wrapping each pair neatly and put them back in the suitcase, sorting them in a logic manner based on style and suggested use.
Now I'm aroused again. Better take a shower to make a clean impression. I undress, putting my clothes on the chair, and bring the toilet bag.
The shower is warm and nice. I fantasise about what to do with Pussy. ... As tip I think I'll offer her my "lollipop", au naturell or banana flavoured as she please. Then I'll touch and lick her to orgasm before fucking her brain out. ... Needless to say I soon bring myself to orgasm.
That's better, now I'll be able to hold back and not come prematurely. I use some soap to wash my groin, penis and armpits.
When I turn the water off I can hear knocking on the door.
- "Who is it?" I shout.
- "Room service!" a female voice reply, "Please hurry before I get soaked!".
"Shit! Is it allready that late?" I think to myself. - "Just a minute!" I reply.
I rub most of the water off with a towel. No time to dress. Should I open the door in the nude, wrapped in a towel or wearing the bathrobe? Bathrobe, I quickly decide.
As I put it on I take a quick glance at my watch. 4:15. "Hmm, it isn't that late after all... wonder why she's so early?" I think to myself as I open the door slowly, ready to slam it shut if the situation looks too strange outside...
Foreword:
Hi all, this is my first, but hopefully not last, posting.
This intro is long, but provide a lot of useful info, clues and possible sub-plots together with some characters that might get involved later on, so please read it through. It may even be worth while to return to it later on. I hope I've written it well enough to make a nice reading.
There are many ways this story might evolve.
Anything from a bad attempt to have sex to a steaming orgy with nylon fetishists or more...
Enjoy!
(IC)
The General Setting:
Nowadays, in a mid size city, USA
The Background:
I'm a college student in the mid twenties on my third year of science studies.
My appearance; white male, 5'9" tall, 145 lbs, average build with a hint of ceg, short greyish brown hair, clean-shaven face, grey eyes, long thin fingers, small feet and a hairy chest.
I'm a bit shy and inbound, and I don't have that many friends. I guess most people would call me a nerd, because I don't like the type of parties normally thrown on campus. Too much drinking, smoking and loud noice. I prefer more quiet and sober surroundings. Since I don't visit many parties contacts with the opposite sex have been mostly of the study-related type and hardly ever sexually oriented, which has made me somewhat frustrated. I have no problems chatting or discussing with women, but if I dare to make moves/comments in a direction they feel might end up with us having sex they turn to ice and button up as if I'm a leprous. This puzzles me since I don't look or smell that bad. The few women that actually have had sex with me are satisfied, but the word doesn't seem to have spread. Perhaps women feel I'm about to get desperate for sex and get scared...
Now I've turned to a sexually related contact service on the net. There haven't been a single reply to my ad, as expected, but low and behold, I did get in touch with one of the women who's ad I replied to. Seems to be a jackpot. She calls herself Pussy Galore (PG for short) and she claims to be a student at my college, but all I relly know about her is her anonymous e-mail address. She seems to know the local area though, and I have no reason to doubt her info.
We've had some wonderful and steamy cybersex sessions. She really likes sexual role-playing and use a different persona each time. When she described her involvement in a lesbian act during one of our sessions she did it with such exquisite detail that I had to ask out of character if it was something she'd actually done. She confessed to have done it a few times. Later on we disclosed more about our actual sexual experiences, preferences and status.
I call myself Mr Dupont, and told her;
- about my shortcomings in attracting the opposite sex,
- that I'm something of a nylon fetishist and get somewhat turned on simply by seeing female legs in nylons and high heels (stockings or pantyhose doesn't really matter, but top of the line is a woman with high heel sandals, nearly skin colored pantyhose, a really short pleated mini skirt, and if/when she bends over deeply forward the skirt slides up to reveal that both her panties (if any) and pantyhose are of the open crotch variety, exposing her easily accessible wet pussy, ready to take my stiffy),
- that I'd like to try group sex (threesome or more, preferably with even pairs or more women),
- that I'd like to try light bondage, where the tied up part can do little but receive pleasure,
- that I don't like violence, urine or faeces.
Here's the story PG told me, as I recall it. It might be all hoax, but I don't think so;
Her sexlife was a mess. It had started out about the same way as mine, for much the same reasons, but in her case men hesitated to get close simply because she was too good looking. It seemed they thought she'd turn them down right away if they tried, so no reason for them trying. Then her room-mate Liz (fake name) initiated her in the plasures of female to female sex. Since PG hardly ever got any hot dates with men Liz helped her get sexual satisfaction. For PG it was only a matter of sex, never any romantic emotions involved. Liz, who was bi-sexual and had a boyfriend called Jeff (fake name), expected PG to return the favours, which she willingly did. Sometimes PG was invited to participate when Jeff was at their place to have sex. She usually accepted, but always had to play a lesbian part, and never got to touch Jeff. The first time they had a threesome she got to sixtynine Liz while Jeff recuperated from his first orgasm and got ready for a re-run. PG got really turned on under Liz, and when she glanced to the side she could see Jeff masturbate while watching the two chicks eat each other. She desperately ached for some real cock when Jeff approached and inserted his erect penis into Liz's throbbing pussy, and began sliding it back and forth directly above PG's head. ”Please let me suck your cock” PG begged. Liz froze. ”Don't ever ask for Jeff's cock! Not now, not ever!” she sneezed. To underline it she bit PG's clit hard enough to make it hurt. ”Jeff” she continued, ”never stick your dick into this lesbian! She won't appreciate it anyway. Understood?”
From then on PG was rumored to be a true lesbian, and Liz scared off all men trying to get a date with PG. The closest PG got to a cock was when Liz used a strap-on dildo for her on special occasions.
Now PG was really looking forward to have sex with a less dominant real man of her own.
I was right about her fondness of role-playing. Her sexual fantasies usually were about two (sometimes more) strangers meeting by chance, getting hot and having sex just because they feel like it, parting never to meet again. The variations were by place and situation.
PG also had some other peeves, but I can't recall them right now (hint, hint).
The Setup:
At this time we agreed to meet in real life. We thought a meeting on neutral ground during some weekend while our room-mates are gone, and why not mix it with one of her fantasies...
We found a weekend when Liz is supposed to visit Jeff's parents, and my room-mate Jim is supposed to visit his parents. They will booth be gone from friday evening to sunday afternoon.
I am to rent a room at a local motel, registering as Mr Dupont. My "character" is a salesrep for some company, a long way from home and bored after a slow week. I will check in early saturday afternoon, PG is to arrive at 5 p.m. with some food for us, acting "room service". When she wants her tip I won't have any cash, and we'll ad-lib from there...
We agreed not to get into details about our looks before the meeting, to keep some surprise for later. She knows I look "average", and she's supposed to be really hot...
To make the meeting a bit more relaxed we've agreed on some rules;
- I am to pay the motel bill, she will pay the food and beverage.
- I am to provide and use condoms, no need to make babies or spread VDs...
- If one of us take some sexual initiative that the other don't like, a simple "no" or light physical resistance should suffice to stop it, and the initiator should not try it again. Then it's up to the stopper if that action is to be resumed later on.
- As a safety measure, in case one of us is a psycho or so, we have agreed to leave a transcript with all agreed details for our room-mates. If all goes well we will get home and remove the transcripts before the room-mates arrive on sunday afternoon, otherwise the police will get some clues to what's happened.
The Action:
Ten days ahead of our meeting I reserve a single room at a cheap motel in the other end of town. I ask for a specific room number and get number twelve. I forward the confirmation to PG.
I want to go by car but don't own one. I arrange to borrow my room-mate Jim's car, provided I'll drive him to and from the airport, don't drive to far and fill up the tank.
Next I'll get the proper clothes and props. I take a trip down town.
First I buy a pack of banana-flavoured condoms. I'm not sure PG want to suck my cock at all, in the raw, or with a condom, but better safe than sorry...
If I'm to be a salesrep I need the right attire. I buy a brown, well used and cheap polyester suit, and an ugly tie to go with it. The arms and legs of the suit are about one inch too short, which I think is perfect for the role.
I'll also need some sample merchandise... What company should I represent? Let's make it "Her Hot Hoisery Inc."! I buy a couple of various cheap stockings, as well as some megapacks cheap pantyhose. I also find one of those machines for printing a small quantity of your own business cards, and make a set for Mr Antoine Dupont, sales representative of "Her Hot Hoisery Inc". This level of role-playing should make a good impression on Pussy Galore. She could get away with casual clothes and a bag of take away burgers, but with all my spendings and preparations I really hope she'll do better than that.
When I got home I modified most pantyhose into something more ... special. Feeling the nylon sliding on my hands and arms, thinking of how to use them, I got very excited and just had to masturbate. I slipped a pantyhose leg on my stiff rod and let it slide up and down as I jerked off. Ohh it felt so good! When I realised I was about to cum I tore it away, just before squirting my load all over the nylon in front of me. Ooops, it wasn't my original intention to impregnate the fabric with my semen. I'd better clean it off... I got some toilet paper and wiped off as much cum as I could. It won't be totally clean, but I don't think she'll notice and it will get me even hotter knowing residue of my sperm is there...
I roll up the nylons and stash them together with the other items I bought in my old suitcase for now.
Come saturday.
I left Jim at the airport last night. It turned up his girlfriend was to join him on the visit. I don't know her, have only seen her briefly a few times and can't remember her name, she's also a student, and fairly good looking to that.
I had some trouble sleeping, wondering if PG will turn up as decided. What will she really look like? Do I know her from school? Is she such a horny slut as I've been led to beleive?
I take out the suitcase and open it. The stains on the nylons have dried and are hardly visible.
I put on a new pair of underpants, a new pair of dark grey socks, a white shirt, the suit and tie I bought and finally a pair of brown leather shoes.
I spread the business cards, a few in each of my pockets and some in my wallet, to have them handy. I also open the pack of condoms and put two in my shirt pocket. The rest I leave with the packet in the suitcase.
Better pack a toilet bag while at it, just in case... there's plenty of room for it in the case. I expect to not stay overnight, but you'll never know...
An envelope with printouts of my e-mail correspondence with PG is placed on Jim's desk.
After a quick lunch I take the suitcase and put it in the car trunk. It's windy and rain, not very nice weather. I drive to the motel and check in as Antoine Dupont, paying cash in advance. I get the key and head for the room, number twelve as promised.
It's a fairly small and simple room, but well kept. Two simple armchairs on either side of a low, small table. A desk with one chair, a small TV, telephone and some pamphlets. A mid-size bed, sagging in the middle and a bit squeaky. A bathroom with sink, toilet and shower. There are two glasses, one bathrobe and some towels. That's all.
I take off my jacket and hang it on the chair. Scanning the pamphlets I realise that this motel really do offer room service.
What time is it? Half past three. I open the suitcase, take out the condom packet and put it at the head of the bed. Then I examine my "sample merchandise", wrapping each pair neatly and put them back in the suitcase, sorting them in a logic manner based on style and suggested use.
Now I'm aroused again. Better take a shower to make a clean impression. I undress, putting my clothes on the chair, and bring the toilet bag.
The shower is warm and nice. I fantasise about what to do with Pussy. ... As tip I think I'll offer her my "lollipop", au naturell or banana flavoured as she please. Then I'll touch and lick her to orgasm before fucking her brain out. ... Needless to say I soon bring myself to orgasm.
That's better, now I'll be able to hold back and not come prematurely. I use some soap to wash my groin, penis and armpits.
When I turn the water off I can hear knocking on the door.
- "Who is it?" I shout.
- "Room service!" a female voice reply, "Please hurry before I get soaked!".
"Shit! Is it allready that late?" I think to myself. - "Just a minute!" I reply.
I rub most of the water off with a towel. No time to dress. Should I open the door in the nude, wrapped in a towel or wearing the bathrobe? Bathrobe, I quickly decide.
As I put it on I take a quick glance at my watch. 4:15. "Hmm, it isn't that late after all... wonder why she's so early?" I think to myself as I open the door slowly, ready to slam it shut if the situation looks too strange outside...
