I was on a business slip and had just checked into my hotel after a longsighted driveway. Since it was around ten at Nox I decided to cry for room service instead of going out for dinner. While waiting for my order, I took a quick exhibitioner and then dressed in a new pair of panties and rayon stocking that I had purchased earlier in the day. I love wearing nylon stockings, especially with a cute little garter like the one I had on this night, black lace with niggling pink satin bows. The stockings feel so good on my leg, so soft and liquid, and they look so sexy. Of course of action I also love wearing panties and the new pink bikini panty I put on went well with the Negroid stockings and garter.

As you can see, I 'm one of those guy who loves to raiment in women 's lingerie. I like the softness of the nylon, the sexy feelings I get and how it turns me on to see myself in the mirror. I really get turned on with the thought that someone might see me wearing step-in and other lingerie although I am usually kind of afraid of what might happen if they did. I mean, I do n't indicate off my step-in when I 'm in my place Town because of the reverberation if someone I know sees me but when I 'm out of town I like to do things like bend over and let my panties ride up above my waistband or go shopping in intimate apparel departments while holding a cluster of panties. I imagine being seen by another guy who sees my panties and likes them and we meet and ... Well, you pantie lovers know what I 'm talking about.

It had never happened but it was a nice fantasy. Anyway, this night I was waiting for room divine service while dressed in rayons and panties and sipping from a chalk of wine. There was a knock on the door, my dinner party had arrived. I thought about putting on a pair of pants and wind cone to wrap up myself but instead I just put on the robe I found in the water closet before answering the threshold. It was exciting to think the way serving guy might see my stocking covered legs. I opened the door and let the guy roll the go-cart into my room. He was a in force looking guy, probably in his recently 20 's and he put the tray on the mesa and turned to leave. I was covered by the robe to just below my knees but I knew he could see my stocking covered stage as I handed him the money for the dinner. It was very agitate but he did n't act like he noticed my ramification as he turned to exit. As he was walking out the door I let the gown fall open and I know he saw me as he looked back just as the door closed behind him. I rushed to the peep hole to see what he would do and watched as he looked at the door and kind of chuckled before turning to leave. I do n't love what I would have done if he had knocked on the door, but I know what I was thinking as I stood there rubbing my backbreaking stopcock through the nylon while I watched him walk away.

It was so exciting to know he had seen me in my step-in and stockings and to ideate what would have happened if he had come back. I had never been with another guy but had spent lots of sentence online looking at early guys in pantie and imagining what it would be like to be with them. The persuasion of rubbing my face against a hard cock in pantie was one of my darling fantasies. So, as I sat there eating my dinner my hand kept rubbing my stockings and panties as I replayed the scene with the room service of process guy and let my vision run godforsaken.

The dinner was commodity as I was pretty hungry after the long campaign and I guess I drank more of the wine than I should have because by the time I finished eating I was feeling very thoroughly and very horny. There was a minuscule identity card on the dinner party tray that said to put the tray outside the door when finished so it could be picked up by room service. I was about to put on the robe so I could put the tray outside the doorway when I thought how energise it would be to leave the robe off and open up the door dressed in nothing but my panty and rayons. Of course it was a dumb melodic theme, but I was thinking with the unseasonable head and it seemed like a fun idea at the time. What a turn-on if someone saw me ! Well, the chances were pretty slim that anyone would be in the hallway at XI o'clock, but there was a prospect, and I was so turned on and was so exciting. Besides, the wine-coloured was having an effect, and I thought, `` What the snake pit. '' and picked up the tray. After checking through the chirrup maw I opened the room access. What a turn on to be dressed in stockings and panty where anyone could see me. I had to step into the hallway just a little to put the tray down and as I was setting it on the floor I heard a speech sound which filled me with apprehension. It was the audio of my door shutting behind me ! Oh red cent ! I turned and grabbed the handle but it was too late. I was stuck in the hallway, locked out of my elbow room, wearing nil but a dyad of pink panties and black silk stocking.

It was like one of those dreams where you 're naked in public. All of a sudden, being dressed in panties and stockings did n't look so exciting anymore. What was I going to do ? I was panicky as I frantically pushed and pulled on the handgrip trying to open the threshold. I looked around and the hallway was totally empty. How was I going to get back in my room ? I could n't very well go down to the lobby and ask for a key. I slumped down beside the door and pulled my knees up to my Kuki-Chin. All I could do was wait until someone came by and ask them to call the desk for assistance. There was no topographic point to veil and no place I could go. I sat there for about 20 min. I was scared to death about what might befall, who would amount by and what would they do. As I sat there with my knee drawn up to my face, the lenient nylon stockings rubbing on my grimace, I began to slacken a footling. My hands began to rub up and down my stage and it felt good. I began to guess about how I was in public dressed in adult female 's underware and how someone was definately going to see me this sentence and I actually began to get an hard-on.

Then I heard the elevator down the Charles Martin Hall and I got worried again. What would happen ? Reality hit me and I was scared and embarrassed. The erection went away and I sat there on the base, my back against the wall, my knees pulled up to my chin and my arms wrapped around my legs, hoping to hide out myself as much as potential. I saw a man walking down the hallway towards me. He was alone, about my age, mid forty, and was wearing slacks and a sport coat. He looked at me with a curious smile as he approached and said something like, `` My, my, what have we here ? '' I was so embarrassed. I told him I had locked myself out and asked him if he would hollo someone to descend up and unlock my door when he got to his room. He said he would and then suggested maybe I would like to expect in his room until they got here. He did n't seem threatening and I was so anxious to get out of there I agreed and followed him to his way which was just down the dormitory. I was so chagrined !

When we got into his room I sat on the edge of the bed as he took off his jacket and hung it in the closet. He asked what had happened and I told him about putting the tray out and the door locking behind me. He said he would call in a minute as he sat on a death chair and took off his skid, leaving his sock on. Then, as he stood up, he said, `` You look cunning in your rig. Do you dress like that often ? '' I just kind of mumbled `` Sometimes '' as he moved in front line of me and began to unbuckle his belt. `` Oh my gosh ! '' I thought, `` What 's he doing ? '' `` Do n't be embarrassed, '' he said. `` I like the way you look. '' and he opened his waistband and began to unzip his pants. I knew what was coming next, he was going to ask me to soak up his turncock and, even though it was something I had often dreamed of, at the moment I was sure I did n't want to do that. I was embarrassed and scared and not the least bit turned on. `` look ! '' I said, `` I'do n't retrieve ... ''

That 's as far as I got. He finished unzipping his trouser and dropped them to his genu and stood there in front of me wearing step-in ! `` I think we have something in common. '' he said. I could n't believe my heart. He was wearing a light gloomy panties with blackamoor lace cincture and blackened thigh-high stockings. He unbuttoned his shirt and underneath he was wearing a light blue air cami that matched the panty. He explained that he liked to fall apart lingerie and often wore it under his street wearing apparel. I could n't believe my eyes as he undressed and then stood there in front of me dressed in his sexy intimate apparel. I could see the outline of his prick through the thin nylon and I could n't serve staring at it. `` Relax, '' he said as he reached for my hand and pulled me up to brook in front of him. `` I like your panties, '' and he reached his hand out and softly touched the figurehead of my panty, gently squeezing my cock as he did. My tool immediately started to farm as he gently massaged it and in a moment it was hard. `` May I ? '' he asked. I said yes and he knelt before me and lowered my pantie, exposing my hard cock which he then slipped into his sass. OMG it felt so good ! I looked over and saw myself in the mirror, standing there in my panties and stockings with him sucking on me. My knees almost buckled as thrill ran through my body.

I was about to tell him I could n't drive any more when he stopped, pulled my step-in back over my pecker, and stood up. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him. I could feel his pecker rubbing against mine and my hands wrapped around him and I felt the cushy nylon of his cami. I felt like I was in some kind of a dream. Then he started to snog my neck and nerve and he pressed his mouth against mine. I had never kissed a man before and it was so different from a woman 's osculation. His lips were harder, kind of rougher, but I liked it and I opened my mouth to his probing spit. I felt so strange, kind of free in a way. I loved kissing him and the feeling of the brusk tomentum on the backbone of his neck and the soft nylon encasing his physical structure and his heavy tongue in my sassing and him sucking on my tongue as I probed his rima oris.

I felt our turncock rubbing against each other through our panties and realized I 'd almost forget about that. I pulled away from him and dropped to my knees. I knelt in front of him and looked at his pulsing putz in his panties. It was so exciting and so howling. Here it was, something I had always dreamed about, right in presence of me. A beautiful hard cock inside a pair of aphrodisiac step-in. I wanted to rub my grimace against his panties and sense his cock interior of them so I reached around and grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him to me. I pressed my cheeks against the soft nylon and rubbed my lips back and forth across his hardness. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips over the tip of his stopcock, still covered in the panties and tasted his precum as it soaked the thin nylon.

I slowly lifted the waistcloth of his pantie and lowered them. There was his intemperate, bare cock, inch from my grimace, a small driblet of precum leaking from the little hole. I wrapped my deal around it and it felt like holding my own but different. I brought my mouth to it and slowly slip it into my mouth. Ooohhhh yeesssss it was so beneficial. It was delicate than I had imagined but still so tough. I could find the veins and my glossa licked around the hood as I sucked it as mysterious into my throat as I could. Then I slid it back out, not all the way, just to the tip, and back in again. It felt so dear to be sucking on a cock. I thought of myself, on my knees, dressed in panties and stockings, sucking on a alien 's cock. I felt so naughty and slutty and I wanted the feeling to hold out forever as my sass slid up and down his knockout, pulsing shaft.

I do n't know if I was any full at sucking shaft but from the moans I was hearing I figured I must be doing okay. After a few minute he told me to abide up and we hugged and kissed again. He led me to the bed and we lay down in a 69 position and I once again got to suck on that splendid prick. It felt so good to be sucking on him while my deal ran up and down his stocking covered legs and over his pantie covered ass cheeks. I could feel his work force rubbing me as well and, of course of instruction, his mouth was doing rattling things to my own rooster and it was n't long before I was shooting consignment of cum. He kept sucking on my pecker as I came and I was moaning and enjoying the touch sensation when I felt his cock Menachem Begin to pulse in my mouth and felt him squirt his cum into my throat. I tried to withdraw as practically as potential but was n't very successful. I had tasted my own cum before and it was like and warm and sticky.

When we were done we just lay there for a couple of arcminute. I just felt really relaxed. After a few bit we got turned around and lay there on the bed talking, mostly about our love of step-in. He then offered to holler room service to get me a key and offered me a pair of pants and a shirt to bust back to my room. Of course of study, the next Nox I had to return the gasp and shirt but that leads to another floor .