Adventures In Hose Ch. 01

I gently rolled the pantyhose on my legs, marveling at the exhilarating feeling that they gave me. My imagination soared as I contemplated the humiliation of being caught wearing them in public and I felt my cock begin to stir in its nylon prison. My face slowly flushing in absolute pleasure, nothing felt so majestic and feminine as these sheer-to-waist pantyhose that I had placed on my long masculine legs.

As I stared at my legs I couldn't get it out of my mind how erotic the sheer nylon looked on my legs and how painful yet at the same time pleasurable my cock felt in the hose.

I gasped in open pleasure as I slowly opened and closed my legs, pleasure shooting through my cock. A loud gasp escaped my lips, as I couldn't help how much pleasure I was receiving from wearing these beautiful nylons that far exceeded anything that my hand could ever give me.

My imagination opened like some form of trap springing open, allowing the mockingbird loose so my mind could open up to new heights that I had never before felt.

Most people might be thinking that I am gay or bisexual for wearing pantyhose but the truth is that I am far from either. The fact that I cross dress hardly made me gay or even extremely feminine. No it was just a way for me to express that side of myself that I usually left closed to the general public.

Closing my eyes, that pleasurable feeling in my cock grew tremendously as I opened and closed my legs faster and faster. My cock was crying out for release as I denied it as much as I possibly could but finding to my dismay that it was getting harder and harder to deny that undeniable pleasure that one's cock held over a man.

"Ohh!" I groaned as my legs flailed about as my cum shot into the beautiful sheer hose

When I finally came down from my orgasm I looked over at the clock and noticed that it was half past three o'clock and time to get ready for college. Sighing heavily I got up and changed my hose into another non-soiled pair. Over them I put on a nice fresh pair of blue jeans and wore a short-sleeved T-shirt.

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The campus was rather plain looking but then again no one ever accused Shoreline Community College of being an extraordinary place. The buildings were all desperately in need of remodeling as was the entire campus for that matter. The overall look and feel of the entire place spoke of high school rather than a college.

Believe me when I say that the teachers could be rather traditional in their methods and some even seemed to believe that we were still in high school.

I'm an English major and am currently shooting for being a freelance writer. I know what many people think – that I should find something a little more meaningful or go for something where the money was at, but sad to say, I don't go for something just because of money. Call me Mr. Romantic but I prefer to be something more spiritually significant than being a lawyer or paralegal.

I was sitting in the back of the classroom, my mechanical pencil at the ready with a thoughtful frown on my face. My eyes and hands concentrating on my writing with a single-minded purpose. It was one of the few things that truly relaxed me these days. Being around so many beautiful women sometimes unnerved me to the point of incompetence.

Not that they even deemed to notice me. I, after all, am far from a rich catch, pretty ordinary looking compared to a lot of the jocks and big shots they were doubtlessly dating. A lot of girls considered me just too ordinary for their taste and I couldn't help but privately agree, with my above average height and longish dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes with freckles. Shudder. No, I was far from above average-looking but straight in the middle of being good looking and just plain ugly.

"Hey is it alright if I sit here?" a very feminine and sexy voice asked behind me, automatically causing my manhood to stir against my will.

Turning away from the paper I was working on, I found myself gapping and stuttering in surprise at the sight that greeted me.

One of the most beautiful women I've ever met greeted me and I could swear that my cock began to automatically harden in my hose. With long brown hair that nearly touched her waist and slightly tanned skin that made me think she must have Native blood in her and very dark green eyes that regarded me with an almost amused air. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. What was more, when I looked further down I couldn't help but notice that her breasts were very full and that she wore a short skirt that showed off nylon legs which I secretly hoped were pantyhose.

"Uh… Sure…" I managed, trying to overcome the immediate lust that I was quickly beginning to feel and feeling like an idiot at the same time to boot.

As she sat next to me I began to wish that I were gay as her presence drove me to an unbearable distraction. At first it was her light perfume that smelled faintly of vanilla and than it was her even more distinct femininity that nearly drove me crazy. I was more embarrassed than ever at this point as every once in a while she would touch my arm casually or smile at me with light humor in her cat green eyes.

After class Angie hung around as I bent to get my things. It was the hardest thing for me, for while I was getting everything I couldn't help but feel her eyes were all over me, sizing me up like I was some piece of meat.

"My name's Angie Swanson, what's yours?" Her voiced jarred me as I got the last of my papers into my bag.

I hesitated a fraction of a second trying to hide my confusion behind a small smile that was probably extremely shy. "Mark Thomas."

We shook hands momentarily; my eyes were stubbornly on the ground as I tried to fight back that blush that was beginning to wear on my nerves. It was embarrassing the way I was beginning to get aroused at her beauty. I mean I didn't have a lot of girlfriends or even friends that were girls as you probably well know by now, but I didn't want to be too obvious about it.

"Well, Mark, would you care to get together tonight after dinner to do a little studying?" The question came as a surprise since I was considered far from the best student in the class. Fact was, for the most part I felt like she could have done better with one of the top students in the class.

I was reluctant to say anything, for at this point her eyes were really starting to fuel my hormones, so I did the only thing a sensible young man could do. I nodded my head yes.

"Good. We'll get together at Beth's. What do you say?" Angie at this point had a very direct look in her eyes that completely disarmed me.

"Sure, sounds good to me," I murmured, confused and feeling like a high school student who was trapped in a twenty-five-year-olds body.

As we exchanged numbers, Angie 'accidentally' dropped her pencil as she turned around. Then she bent to pick it up, in the process showing off her gorgeous ass. I couldn't help myself at this point – a part of me just wanted to go up and rub her beautiful behind, but I was just too afraid to. I've heard of students at this very college who have gotten in trouble by the authorities for sexual harassment, and I definitely didn't want to be one of those numbers.

Still my cock hardened as any pureblooded American male's would, but I wisely kept my hands to myself. As I murmured something about having important things to take care of, Angie just looked over at me and gave a girlish giggle. Cursing, I knew she could see my erection and the way it curved downward, making a hurried excuse that I needed to get some things done at home, I rushed out the door.

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I was on my way home when my cell phone rang. Not pausing on the side of the road, I answered it. My hands trembling as I thought that it could have been Angie even though I gave her my home phone number, not my cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey this is Jennifer!" A bright and very sensual voice answered me, making me smile and almost grimace at the same time.

Jennifer was a very good friend of mine and extremely beautiful. Unfortunately that's all we could ever be since Jennifer was undeniably a lesbian, she told me after I asked her out, thus making me think less about myself than I had before. Despite my misgivings of being friends with a beautiful and unavailable woman, our friendship stood strong, perhaps because of the mere fact that she was unavailable.

"Hi Jennifer, how are things going at your place?" I asked, forcing myself to cheer up despite the inevitable lump of lead I was starting to feel in my stomach.

I had never told her my feelings ran deeper than friendship, and I knew that I could never admit them to her. I've long ago come to the conclusion that you don't have to have a physical relationship with someone you love, but at the same time, such love only serves to hurt you more if you allow it to grow too strong.

"Well I have some bad news and good news. Which do you want to hear first?" Her voice took on a less bright tone.

"Jenny you know me," I said jokingly, "Bad news always comes first. That way the good news sounds better."

"Me and Samantha broke up." Her voice was sad, but I immediately felt a wave of relief fill me at that news.

Not because of my feelings for Jennifer but because Samantha was one of the worse girlfriends that she could ever hope to get her hands on. More than a few times I've caught Samantha going out with men behind Jennifer's back, and she'd even had the nerve to call me an asshole right in front of Jennifer. It had been even harder on me when Jennifer told me to keep my distance from her for a while so she could sort the whole thing out.

"Okay, I told you to tell me the bad news first," I said playfully as I pressed down lightly on the accelerator.

"Look, I know you never liked Samantha, but she was one of the closest girlfriends that I've ever had," Jennifer said quite severely, which made me instantly regret my words.

"I'm sorry, it's just that Samantha was never right for you, and besides, she caused a strain in our friendship," I said with a note of anger in my voice.

"First off, it wasn't Samantha that caused a strain in our friendship. It was the way you acted jealous of her all the time by calling at inappropriate times to see if I was okay. And not only that, but disrespecting the relationship I had with Samantha."

"Yeah, so what's the good news?" I asked dryly, trying to control the annoyance in my voice.

"Well the good news is that I've met another woman that I'd like you to meet tonight."

I resisted the impulse to close my eyes, and instead concentrated rather heavily on the road. Christ, why couldn't she just keep her relationships to herself! I mean Jennifer knew how I felt about her, and still she stubbornly wanted me to meet every single girlfriend she ever had. It was like she was on a mission to hurt me for no apparent reason. The way I felt about her has grown from its 'just have a crush stage' to full blown helpless love. Damn, it serves me right for falling for a lesbian!

"Well, I have to meet a friend at Beths. If it's alright with my friend, maybe you could meet us?"

"Uh huh, so who's the new woman?" Her voice had a teasing edge to it, mixed with another emotion that if I didn't know any better would have been jealousy if it were anyone else.

Stopping at a stoplight, I gave an easy laugh at those words, "What makes you think that it's a woman? It could just as easily be a man."

"Get real, Mark. I know," Jennifer said with an easy laugh, "You hardly ever go to Beths unless it's a very important date and you know it!"

I couldn't help but laugh in agreement at that, not really knowing what to say. Reluctantly I told her about Angie, not knowing why I tried to keep it from Jennifer, maybe because I felt reluctant to bring up anything relating to my sex life. I just didn't know.

"I'd really like to meet this woman. She sounds pretty hot and as long as she's not scared of lesbians, we'll get along fine!"

"Okay, I tell you what. I'll call Angie and ask if it's all right. But I really gotta go. I'm almost home." I said as I took a right no more than a block away from my house.

After exchanging our goodbyes I hung up and as I parked my car and get ready for tonight, I couldn't help but think about Angie and more pointedly Jennifer. How would they get along and more pointedly what if Jennifer and Angie got along a little to well?

Time could only tell.

-End Of Chapter One-