Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 06

Alice awoke in a warm fluffy bed, as if the mattress was made of feathers and cotton balls (which most likely they were). The aroma of old wood and cinnamon lingered in the air and Alice slowly but surely came too from her sleep.

Rubbing her thighs together she could tell she was still in her nylons and her tea party attire. The gown felt comfy against her skin as she lay on the thick billowy mattress.

It had been a rather interesting sensation to have passed out from having too strong of an orgasm. Certainly a new benchmark in Alice's history of pantyhose sex. She also noticed her thighs were moist as well. Recalling the hatter and Gwen's combined efforts on the tea table, Alice remembered her gushing orgasm that was also something she had never experienced to such a magnitude. The only other time she'd cum to the point she had squirted was when her college roommate Sara and her had had pantyhose sex for the first time. It was all so amazing and new and completely sheer and silky that she was overcome in the heat of passion.

Idly remembering the combination of deep thrusting, tonguing and pantyhose stimulation, Alice felt quite naughty wondering if she could do it again. Blinking her eyes in the warm blue/yellow glow of the morning that poured through the oddly shaped window, she was immediately taken aback. There was a table (complete with dinnerware and napkins) as well as three iron chairs with torn cushions, and several other pieces of furniture, stuck to the ceiling. Likewise she noticed that the bed sat on the floor, or rather the ceiling as the entire room seemed upside down.

Staring blankly at the objects magically held up above her and the inverted chandelier that was strained at the end of its chain next to the bed, Alice attempted to let the sight sink in. "That's it.... I've gone completely around the bend," Alice muttered aloud.

"Silly Alice," chimed Gwen's melodious yet somewhat distant voice. "You can't go around the bend when you don't even know where the bend is." Looking up to the table where the voice emanated from, Alice saw Gwen swirl into form from a vaporous blue plume sitting neatly in one of the iron chairs on the ceiling, or was it the floor?

"There you go with your riddles again, Gwendolyn," Alice retorted with a smirk that couldn't help but turn into a smile.

"Tut tut Silly Alice," Gwen reprimanded astutely, "riddles only beguile the minds of those who don't know the answers. So a statement to me, a riddle to you. Not around the bend to me, but the bend around it seems to you."

Alice's head began to hurt and instead of arguing further, she switched the subject. "I suppose now you'll tell me that I know exactly where I'm going next, too?" Alice quipped while sitting up in the comfy bed.

"Nope," replied Gwen calmly as she started floating downwards from the ceiling, or rather upwards from the upside down floor. Twisting in flight, she floated down so her hips were straddling Alice's feet and her hand rested warmly on Alice silky thighs. "You already know where you're going lovely little silly Alice," Gwen quipped with a seductive grin.

Racing through her mind over the final moments of her orgasmic encounter prior, she suddenly recalled the pinpricks of lights that formed the golden yellow brick road leading into the distance. "The yellow brick road!!" Alice exclaimed, both proud and surprised at her recollection.

"Good girl," Gwen smiled devilishly. "Though sadly for you I can't stick around and Piff, Puff Poof you all day" Every time she spouted the Piff, Puff Poof she instantly disappeared and reappeared with a deep blue plume of roiling smoke.

Waving away the wisps of jasmine smoke that choked her nose, Alice started feeling suddenly anxious. "You mean you're not coming along for this adventure?" she said almost pleadingly.

With softening emerald green eyes that began glowing with compassion, Gwen's expression became slightly saddened and heartfelt. "Oh, silly Alice, if only that I could, but you've chosen to walk this part of your journey alone. All I'm here for is to get you ready."

"Oh for God's SAKE!" Alice shouted angrily, at her herself. "I certainly wish, that what I want would happen, and that what I don't want to happen would stop! I don't want to be alone, Gwen and I need you to come with me!"

With blazing green eyes Gwen leaned forward towards Alice with a devilish grin on her cute little lips. "Oh, you want to CUM with me do you? Wish granted sweetheart..."

Leaning forward more so that their lips met, Gwen pushed Alice back down onto the mattress with her kiss, instantly opening her mouth to luxuriate in a passionate kiss that Alice didn't bother to resist. Loving the sensual, but loving nature of Gwen's cinnamon tainted kiss, Alice ran her fingers through Gwen's hair as she held her head in the embracing kiss.

After a moment of wriggling tongues and heavy breathing that was starting to come in gasps, Alice felt Gwen's hand cup her pussy as two fingers found their way to her slippery opening. Scooting up so her pussy was directly above Alice's, Gwen spread and lowered her silky maroon and black lace sheer nylon covered legs so her hand was touching both Alice's pussy and her own slippery slit.

Breathlessly, as her hand slid wetly between the two women, Gwen smiled wickedly as her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned in ecstasy " CUM with me Alice!" she exclaimed and the magic in her fingers jolted both of their pussy's simultaneously. In the same instant that Gwen and Alice reached their orgasm, there was a shriek of pleasure that resounded from both of them. Both sets of silken legs quivered uncontrollably as Gwen's nimble fingers rubbed their clits firmly, and as Alice sat bolt upright, her lover disappeared in an enormous burst of blue smoke that enveloped the entire room.

Alice's body felt tingly and pressured all at the same time. The sensual warmth of her dress and pantyhose disappeared and she felt her arms and chest squeeze and relax. Her wet pantyhose were gone and she could feel her crotch sealing up again as if new pantyhose were growing in their place. Her ankles and calves squeezed again, as the sensation of sheer nylon stockings being pulled up her legs, hugged her knees and thighs. Another second whizzed by in the blue fog and she felt satin fabric over her body and chest concealed by a fitting dress. Last was a pull at her hair that made her head jerk back softly.

As the sensation subsided and the smoke cleared, Alice, still breathless from cumming so unexpectedly, looked down at her abrupt wardrobe change.

Her luxurious tea time gown had sadly vanished and was replaced with a powder blue satin dress that came down to her mid thigh. The chest was soft and smooth and covered her breasts so snuggly that her breasts looked enormous as they were strained and pressed together in a very obvious display of cleavage. There were rows of white lace down the front with glitter embedded into the fibers giving it a diamond look in the afternoon light. Her shoulders were lightly covered with smooth triangular shaped panels that ran from her breasts over to her shoulder blades leaving her upper arms bare. On her forearms Alice wore satin blue wrist covers that had a similar diamond sparkling white lace trim and a "V" shape that ended with a loop around her middle finger. Much like a maid's wrist covers but more elegant and supple.

Looking down, Alice smiled slyly as she took in the sight of her long lovely legs. She was in sheer opaque tan tights that were seamless and snuggled up against her sensitive pussy. On top of that was a white and black pair of striped stockings that had a blue satin and white lace topped trim. Her legs had a silky sheen in the pink daylight and she rubbed them together, purring with warm satisfaction.

Her lovely blond hair was beautifully styled with large opulent waves and curls that cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, her bangs lying swept to either side across her forehead framed her lovely cream colored skin in golden locks.

On her feet was the oddest part of her ensemble. She had on bright red Mary Jane heels that looked as if they were encrusted with ruby jewels. They sparkled brilliantly with light reflecting off of every facet and Alice was entranced by the magical glow they seemed to have. "Wow... Ruby slippers, that's a first," Alice muttered more to herself than the unseen Gwendolyn.

"What's with the shoes Gwen?" Alice asked genuinely puzzled.

"This is a world of your making Silly Alice," Gwen cooed as if she were repeating basic instructions to a child. "How should I know... I'm only your guide." Her head reappearing upside down in front of Alice, eyes blazing as she spun like a chicken on a rotisserie, Gwen smiled a brief longing grin that seemed as if what was going to happen next was out of her control.

"I'm sorry my sweetheart, but you have to travel the road again by yourself. The mystery of the shoes you'll discover soon, you alone have made them real and you must follow the yellow brick road to find out why."

"But why can't you..." Alice began in a nervous huff, as Gwen began to thin and fade.

"I'm sorry Sweet Alice... I'm sorry," and then Gwen was gone most abruptly, "when you need me I'll be there, as alwaysssss.

The upside down windmill room was dramatically quiet as Alice stared blankly at the air where Gwen had once been. "Fabulous," she muttered with a dramatic puff of air blown out the side of her cheek.

Sliding out of the comfy bed, her ruby slippers clacked lightly on the wooden floor as her new tights and stockings sent a tickle of pleasure across her nylon clad bottom, Alice set out from the windmill to the golden green plains. The enormous tea table was still set as if the tea party had never ended, though the Hatress, crazy hare and the door mouse were all gone. Most likely carrying on elsewhere in Wonderland, Alice guessed with a smirk of wit.

Turning to face behind the windmill there stood the yellow brick road she'd seen the day prior after the passionate throes had revealed the path. It was an odd sight in the morning light as the warm sunrise turning to day made the bricks gleam as if they were made of true gold vice yellow painted bricks.

The pine trees were thick alongside the yellow brick road and the music of crickets and birds rang out from everywhere. The blue sky overhead was a brilliant match to her dress and it seemed as though this was a great start to a new day.

When she walked, her nylons rubbed together with a velvety whisper that caused Alice to grin smugly. It was a familiar sensation that Alice began becoming too accustomed too. The feeling of having her entire lower body in pantyhose tights was blissful in itself, but having stockings on to boot magnified the pleasure of simply wearing hosiery. Feeling two differences in pressure as they hugged her legs in different places, all the while caressing her legs with a silky rapture, was heaven.

Continuing along the yellow brick road, Alice was enamored with the sight of her striped legs and the ruby slippers on her lovely feet. The opaque look of the black and white stripes was mesmerizing as she admired the shape of her legs and the occasional peek of shiny sheer tan tights on her thighs as a gust of wind would blow her dress skirt idly aside. She wiggled her toes in her shoes as she walked and crisscrossed her steps so that her pussy could enjoy the feeling of folds of silk swishing past her lips and clit. She normally wore panties between her nylons and her pussy, but she was becoming more open to the wonderful sensation of going without undies. Going for a walk was quickly becoming more of a joy filled adventure than it was simply a task of traveling.

She noticed after several minutes, or had it been hours? that she was smiling incessantly. Her hands, with the blue satin brocaded arm sleeves worked to pull her satin dress tight across her thighs and bottom as she played with her heavenly nylons. 'Why did it always feel so good?' she wondered. ' Most women only wear them for fashion or for formal wear. Why am I so obsessed with pantyhose, tights, stockings and nylons in a capacity well outside of aesthetics?'

Her childhood and growing up had always included wearing something on her legs in some fashion or another, but as an adult she had begun forming her days, her events, schedules and even meals around what she was wearing. When she planned for vacations she thought of instances where she could show off her legs and even more occasions where she could wear all of her multitude of pantyhose and tights. She wore pantyhose every day of her life. If she woke up late on a weekend she'd put on a gray pair of silky sheer hose under her sweats and be a bum all day while still in her hose. When she got home from work she'd rarely take off her nylons, instead she'd put on a pair of shorts or even jeans over her pantyhose to finish out the rest of her day. When she exercised, did her laundry, read a book or cleaned the house she was always in silk or nylon of some form.

When she met people or interacted with others, she pondered if they liked nylons. When she saw women in the office or on the street, at the market or in her apartment complex she wondered 'do they love nylons like I do? Do they like how my legs look? Do they masturbate in their pantyhose at night? Hell do they sleep in their pantyhose too?' This normally led to her needing to pleasure herself at work or after she got home from a night on the town. Yet for all her pondering the biggest question was, 'why am I still alone?'

Stopping in mid stride on the yellow brick road at her sudden quizzical thought about not being in a relationship she suddenly noticed she had no clue where she was. The pine trees were entirely gone and she was in the grass lands with rolling hills and rocky clumps here and there where the occasional giant oak tree grew. There was a mild breeze blowing that made her golden hair float in the air, and still the yellow brick road wandered on in twists and turns.

Looking up to the sun she noticed it was considerably higher in the sky than when she'd set out from the windmill and noticed that she had been thinking about hosiery for several hours with no woe to her feet. Looking down the sun glinted with ferocity off the beautiful red shoes. "Pretty amazing shoes to be so comfortable," Alice said with an impressed smile.

'...you have to travel the road again by yourself. The mystery of the shoes you'll discover soon, you alone have made them real and you must follow the yellow brick road to find out why.' Gwen's words rattled through her head, but she couldn't fathom why the shoes were important at all. Aside from being comfy footwear and being second to none in brilliance, they didn't' seem to hold the secrets of the universe.

As she continued on her journey, Alice noticed she was getting hungry. "Great!" she mussed to herself, "you set out for a day long trip with no clue of where you're going and forgot to pack a lunch." If she'd thought about it she could have wrapped up several of the cakes and pastries that were still on the Hatress' table. Walking on she came upon an old stone hut, a wooden bridge and the sound of rushing water. The oak trees were clumped along the river and were flourishing for several hundred yards on either side.

Walking across the bridge she peeked over the edge as the cool clear water rushed by underneath. The Thick wooden boards creaked playfully under her ruby feet as she went across, and the sunlight of the day warmed her silky legs as she skipped the last few feet to the other side. The grass was thigh-high in this part of the plains and a brilliant green to compliment the silvery river that bubbled over rocks and the deep brown wooded glade of trees.

Approaching the hut, the door was missing and the windows were hazy with grime from years of neglect. Walking in Alice saw a table and chairs with a small cupboard to one side, all of it completely covered in a thick layer of dust. Checking the cupboard she wasn't surprised to see an absence of food, but chuckled none-the-less for her preposterous thought that she'd actually find something to eat.

With a heavy sigh of disappointment, Alice idly tapped her toe on the wooden floorboard as she pondered what to do. "If only I could find some FOOD!" she exclaimed at the exact instant her ruby slipper toe punctuated the word by kicking the floor. A brilliant flash of red, like a dazzling crimson flashbulb from an archaic camera exploded inside the hut forcing her to shut her eyes tight with a startled 'yelp.'

Blinking the flash from her eyes she looked around the room to see the entire hut filled with food. Baskets of vegetables were piled up against the walls. The cupboard was filled with frosted cookies, loaves of bread and wheat crackers. Barrels of wine and nectar sat stacked behind the chairs while a bounty of roasted ham, scalloped potatoes, buttered beans, chilled cranberries, and chocolate covered strawberries heaped to overflowing on top of the table.

Utterly speechless Alice reached out to taste the ham as if it was intangible and she was imagining the food from a famine induced hallucination. It was steaming hot to touch and as she peeled off a piece and tasted it, a maple honey glaze mingled with the sweet salt of pork flooded her mouth making her salivary glands burst with delight.

Quickly grabbing a chair, Alice pulled up to the table and immediately began feasting on the bounty that had seemingly come out of nowhere. Stopping in mid bite of a buttered bread stick, Alice looked down at her shoes with a wondering glare. Thinking for a moment about the red flash of light, she looked around the hut for something to test her hypothesis on.

Snapping her fingers in delight she quickly stood up, a breadstick in one hand, a goblet of caramel sweetened milk in the other. Clearing her mouth she uttered aloud, "clean up this hut!" at the same instant she stamped her ruby foot onto the floorboard.

A blinding flash of red erupted again, and as her vision cleared the hut was immaculately spotless. The worn wood was smooth and polished, the grout holding the large stones in the wall was repaired and bleached white, the dust had vanished from every corner of the small hut, the windows were spotless with liquid clear glass panes, and even the door that was missing had been replaced with a thick wooden door that bore brand new golden hinges.

Testing the shoes again, Alice merely thought of a plush sofa and kicked her red toe again against the floor. Red light beamed everywhere and a sofa just like the one from her mind was against the far wall on the opposite side of the hut amid the baskets of veggies.

"Oh my God," she said breathlessly. "So that is the secret of the shoes. They'll give you whatever your heart desires!" Smiling against her will, she stamped her foot tremendously hard against the floor, but nothing happened. Alice's shoulders sagged in disappointment and sat back down at the feast covered table. "I guess New York is a little bit too much to hope for huh?" she asked her shoes that didn't reply.

Content to eat her meal she was nearly finished eating a plate of red velvet cake when a blinding glint of light reflected into her eyes from something outside. Blinking at the harsh light now in her eyes from the passing sun, she stood and walked to the window peering out into the grassy field. There was something large and silver shining in the tall grass about 20 feet away that Alice couldn't quite make out.

Taking her cake with her as she ventured out of the hut, a light breeze blew between Alice's' pantyhose thighs making her skirt briefly billow up above her waist causing a tickling sensation of cool wind against her bare nylon womanhood. With a purr, she rubbed her legs together as she took intentionally long strides towards the object that had glinted in the sun.