Stockings & Stalkings Pt. 01

"If you promise to behave and keep your hands to yourself I'll show you," she teased, unbuckling her seatbelt.

Steve lifted his gaze from her legs to her face and smiled back.

"I love girls who wear sheer stockings; women just don't seem to wear nylons anymore. Even in the fucking winter they only seem to wear those horrible ribbed tights," he said.

It was now obvious to Giselle what the man sitting beside her in the car wanted to see. She slowly lifted the hem of her skirt a few centimetres and heard Steve gasp as more of her silken thighs were exposed. She was not the slightest bit sexually aroused but it was obvious she was having a very stimulating effect on this dark stranger. She felt somewhat flattered that she was attractive enough to excite a man; she had never really considered that she might be sexually attractive to men. She only dressed like this at home as means of fulfilling some unidentified need and it gave her sense of wellbeing and she was only outside in the world dressed this way on this one night when she had been to Sinsations.

Giselle decided that she had better get rid of this pest as soon and with as little indignity as possible. She raised the hem of her skirt another few centimetres so that her skirt was hiked up to the top of her thighs; her hosiery shimmered in the gloom.

"Oh, that's fucking lovely love," Steve cooed.

"Show us yer knickers then!" he laughed.

Giselle decided that Steve had seen enough; but she remained polite and smiled.

"I think you've seen enough," she giggled back and began to pull at the hem of her skirt.

"Why don't see if you can get my car started," she said.

Steve reached out and gripped her hand and firmly pulled it away; he was not violent but he was insistent. He let go of her wrist and lifted her skirt further up her thighs until the red nylon V of her panties just peeked from below the hem of her skirt. He then let go of her skirt and smiled at Giselle.

"I think I'll decide when I've seen enough. If you want me to behave and keep my hands to myself just leave your skirt where it is!"

Giselle baulked at what Steve had just done to her. It was obvious that he was now in control of the situation. What she decided to do now was to let him take the lead but she must not let him discover that she was a transvestite. She exhaled and sat back in the seat leaving her skirt hiked up and her panties exposed. Steve smiled at her again.

"Can I touch your legs; I promise I won't go any higher than your thighs," he pleaded.

Giselle suddenly stiffened in her seat; scared now that any control of the situation that she may have had was running away from her.

"Just my legs; and just for a couple of minutes, if you help me get my car started I can get home tonight," she said firmly.

Steve slid a hand across the front seat and gently rested it on her knee. His fingers were still cold; they were calloused, a labourer's fingers. He slowly circled his fingers on her knee delighting in the feel of her slippery nylons. Giselle didn't find the man's touch particularly unpleasant but neither was it sexually arousing; it felt sort of comforting knowing that this man desired her. She allowed him so stroke her legs and she could hear his breathing quicken.

Steve's hands had warmed up now and they were madly stroking and squeezing the top of her legs. In the silence of the vacant rest area she could hear the swish of his fingers across her nylons and Steve's breathing became harder and louder until he was almost panting. She sat still and let him paw at her legs hoping he wouldn't ladder her stockings; hoping he would finish soon and fix her car so that she could get back on the road.

Then Steve removed one hand from her legs and put it around her shoulder, pulling her towards him.

"What are you doing?" Giselle cried.

"Just give us a kiss and cuddle love and then I'll fix your car and you can go," Steve begged.

Giselle was revolted; the thought of kissing a man had never entered her mind. Did this man think she was a homosexual? Of course not, she realised, he thought she was a woman! She had a number of options open to her but none of them were ideal. She could let him kiss her and hope he went no further; she could tell him she was man and hope he didn't beat her up, she could try and fight him off, but she was hardly in a position to win the fight and it would likely turn out worse for her.

She decided to negotiate further with Steve and hopefully bring the situation to an end.

"You just keep wanting more and more from me; I tell you what; I'll kiss you for exactly five minutes and you can play with my legs but that's where it stops ok?" Giselle said sternly.

"Ok love! You've got a deal. You'll be back on the road in five minutes; I promise," Steve replied and leaned into her and placed his lips on hers.

Giselle could smell his aftershave and felt his stubble lightly graze her face as his lips crushed hers. It was a strange sensation being kissed by this man. It was like kissing a friend or relative, she felt no passion and her response was minimal. She allowed Steve to kiss her and fondle her legs as he huffed and puffed as he became even more aroused. When he pushed his tongue into her mouth her reflex action was to try to spit it out and break free of the kiss but he pushed her back into her seat and forced himself on her.

Giselle struggled to get free of Steve but he had climbed completely out of his seat and straddled the centre console. He reached down with one hand and released the seat adjustment control and pushed the driver's seat back as far as it would go and then lowered the backrest. He quickly jumped off the console and straddled her, his thighs either side of hers, his weight pressing down on her, holding her in place as her hands beat against his back as she struggled to break free.

Giselle could hardly breathe with the heavy man on top of her pushing her back into the seat as he slobbered at her mouth and pawed at her thighs. She tried to scream but his mouth covered hers and all she could produce was a muffled gargle. She was panicking now, beating Steve's back with her fists and drumming her heels on the floor of the car. Then her panic changed to terror as she felt him fumble at his flies. She wriggled and writhed but she couldn't get out from underneath him.

Then she started to scream into Steve's mouth as she felt his penis flop from his open flies and press against her thigh; it felt hot and hard through the nylon of her stockings and she felt a dribble of pre-seminal fluid soak into her hose.

Giselle tried to struggle harder but Steve followed her movements and kept his lips locked on hers and his tongue in her mouth to keep her quiet. His cock began to throb as it slithered along Giselle's nylon-encased thighs. He was extremely excited by the feel of this hot transvestite pressed against him, the smell of her perfume and the taste of her lipstick was tremendously arousing. The more she struggled; the more his penis pressed into the V of her soft warm nyloned thighs and slid and slithered against her sheer hose.

Steve began to deliberately hump Giselle's thighs and the more she fought back the better it was for him. He could feel his orgasm approaching as he violently kissed the woman and humped at her silky-smooth thighs. Giselle was horrified at what was happening to her; she realised that she had allowed Steve to go too far and now the situation was totally out of control. She was terrified that he might put a hand under her skirt or inside her blouse and find out the truth; that she was a man.

She decided to let Steve kiss her and take his pleasure against her legs rather than risk the situation getting any further out of hand or bring discovered. Giselle stopped struggling and relaxed and parted her lips to allow the man straddling her access to her mouth as he passionately French kissed her. She could feel his cock throbbing between her thighs and she clamped them shut around his penis so he could dry hump her stockinged legs.

Steve sensed her compliance and fucked and humped at her legs; his penis locked in the diaphanous nylon tunnel created by her thighs clamped around his rigid member. He drove his tongue deep in her mouth and fluttered it as his orgasm exploded. Giselle was repulsed by the feel of hot sticky semen flooding between her thighs and soaking into her stocking tops. As Steve humped frantically at Giselle's legs the tip of his penis poked out from the tunnel created by her locked thighs and shot gobbets of hot white semen up into the air, they splattered down all over the top of Giselle's thighs and she felt the searing globs splatter over her legs and some it soaked into her panties.

As Steve slowly came down from his orgasm his kisses and humping became less frantic. Giselle sat immobile like a rag doll as he emptied the last of his seed on her. When he had finished he lifted himself up off her and returned to the passenger seat, his erect penis bobbing around, sticking out of his flies. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his member clean and stuffed his slowly deflating penis inside his pants and zipped them up.

Giselle just lay back in the seat totally bewildered by what had just happened to her; she was speechless and felt totally violated and disgusted. Steve leaned over and kissed her cheek and dropped the discarded handkerchief in her lap. Giselle looked down to see that she had a huge wet stain on the inside of thighs; Steve's ejaculate had saturated her stockings. Globs of lumpy white sperm on the tops of her thighs contrasted with her flesh toned nylons in the dim light cast by the overhead dome. A smaller wet patch darkened the front of her red satin panties.

"Clean yourself up love," Steve pointed to his crumpled hanky in her lap.

"You can keep it as a souvenir or throw it away for all I care. Now; lets see if I can get this piece of shit started," Steve laughed and opened the door and got out of Giselle's car.

He crunched back across the gravel of the parking lot; his breath steaming in the cold and got some tools out of his car. He lifted the bonnet of her Cortina and fiddled for a minute or two.

Steve smiled to himself as he quickly fixed the fuel lines on the Cortina.

"I've only just started on this bitch," he whispered to himself.

"No need to rush; I'll take my time enjoying her," he said.

"Try it now love," Steve called from in front of the car.

Giselle turned the key and after a few heart-stopping moments the engine caught and revved.

Steve sauntered over to the window.

"All fixed love. Thanks for the fun; I hope we meet again soon," and then he winked.

Giselle forced a smile and tried to look grateful.

"Thank you very much; I didn't get your name by the way?" she tried to be gracious.

"It's Steve, and you are Giselle I believe?" he winked again and walked away, his boots crunching the gravel.

"Fuck! How does he know me?" Giselle whimpered in the dark layby.

She suddenly started to shake and sob; she had never been so humiliated in her life. The pig of a man had forced himself on her! After a while she settled down and pulled the car seat back into an upright position. She lit a cigarette and dabbed at her semen-spattered thighs with Steve's handkerchief being careful to keep the sticky mess away from her dress.

She tossed the revolting semen filled handkerchief out of the window and flicked the cigarette out after it. After she regained her composure she took stock of the situation. She was still safe; Steve knew her name but so what? She had probably introduced herself to him at Sensations; but couldn't remember doing so. She was still in pretty good shape considering the events of the evening.

She took off her heels, and keeping her skirt hiked up away from her semen stained thighs, she pulled down her panties and wiped the remaining semen off her come-stained stockings and tossed the panties after the handkerchief and slipped her feet back into her high heels. She straightened her skirt and lit another cigarette to calm her nerves. She finished it and started up the car, glad of the warmth of the heater, and drove out of the rest area.

Giselle decided that going out in drag was fear too risky and she may have to consider whether or not she would do it again. She drove home carefully and when she went to bed she had a dream that Steve had done more to her to her than just hump her legs, she woke up with a raging hardon that she had to take care of before she could finally rest.

Giselle did not notice that Steve had followed her home. When he saw her pull into the driveway he smiled to himself.

"Gotcha!"

Steve drove back to Sinsations and found Gabby drunk and morose and took her home and gave her a 'sympathy fuck', banging his cock in and out of her pale fat arse but dreaming it was Giselle's.

"Soon enough," he whimpered.

"What was that?" Gabby asked, pushing her plump behind back into his hard member.

"Never mind," Steve said but as he thrust harder and harder he wondered how long it would be until he was thrusting into Giselle's virginal ass.

To Be Continued.