Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2009 08:15:23 +0000
From: Sammy Bird <bird_sammy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Working Away.  TV

First ever attempt guys, so any feedback what-so-ever would be greatly appreciated on bird_sammy@hotmail.com


Working Away!


I have always been a fan of women's legs, right from the early years when I
was much younger the sight of a shapely pair of legs captivated me.  Place
a pair of stockings on those legs and I found it difficult to look anywhere
else, I couldn't concentrate and often found myself being caught out
staring by the wearer of such finery.  During my early teens I had to
settle for a glimpse of my older brother's girlfriends every now and again,
one or two of them being extremely good in the stocking wearing department.
Eventually it came to the stage where his girlfriends began staying over,
and that meant that they would bring changes of clothes with them.  While
the house was empty one afternoon I plucked up the courage to start looking
through the bags she had brought with her.  I could hardly contain myself
when I pulled out numerous pairs of lacy knickers; bras's and even a
Basque.  Then came the moment I had been waiting for, two pairs of black
stockings.  My cock was now raging and the adrenaline running through me
like mad, for some reason I just had to try these on to see how they felt
against my skin.  I stripped naked and slowly began to pull those stockings
up my leg, one at a time savouring the feel of silky nylon.  However I
found that when I stood up, the stockings would quickly fall down my legs.
This meant that I would have to also put on the Basque, as this was all I
could find that had suspender straps attached.  It was light blue in colour
with a black lacy edge, and fitted me perfectly.  Now with the stockings
attached, I just had to finish off the ensemble with a pair of matching
blue knickers.  I stood in front of the mirror and was amazed at how sexy I
looked, ok my head was out of proportion with the rest of my body, but the
rest screamed fuck me.  And the feel of those silky knickers on my cock was
out of this world, I just had to play with it while watching myself in the
mirror, being extremely careful not to get any of my man mess on the
underwear and give myself away.  I had to keep my little secret, as this
was the beginning of a new me!

  My little dressing up adventures continued when ever I had a chance with
the girlfriend's clothes, but as I got older, I eventually met my future
wife.  To begin with she always had short skirts and pantyhose on, not
quite the same as stockings, but very nice never the less.  After marriage
the short skirts disappeared as did any sort of nylon leg coverings.  I
tried my best to get her to wear them, even buying some really sexy sets of
undies for her, all to no avail.  Since my craving was still strong, I
began wearing these gifts I had bought for my wife, but now I was getting
braver and began wearing them under my man clothes, always in secret.  My
urges still grew stronger, and my dressing up games moved on to not only
the undies, but fully dressed in my wife's sexiest outfits.  This was very
rare though as time on my own was not at a premium, until I began to work
away from home.  Which brings me to the real reason for writing this story.

  I started working in the USA, I was away for 2 months at a time and spent
most evenings on my own in my hotel room.  I made sure I packed a few of my
wife's clothes, along with some stockings, pantyhose and all the other
accessories I had come to love wearing.  Many nights of living as a woman
on my own in a hotel went by, and I was enjoying the freedom, not having to
worry about what time the wife was coming home, or if any other callers
might knock at the door.

  One particular Friday night, a few of us went for a night out in
Cincinnati, and the beers flowed freely.  I had worn my favourite pair of
purple silk knickers with a black lace trim and bow on the front under my
jeans as the thought of going a night without dressing just wasn't an
option.  In the early hours we arrived back at the hotel and went back to
our rooms.  Within a couple of minutes there was a knock on my door, it was
Robert, one of my friends I had been out with that night.  He had some
beers with him and asked if I wanted a nightcap with him, so I let him in.
We opened the beers and he blurted out straight away that he knew I was
wearing knickers as he had seen the top of them poking out of my jeans and
that if I didn't show him properly, then he would tell all the lads about
it and make me a laughing stock.  Partly down to fear and embarrassment I
agreed and slowly removed my jeans, he made me lift my shirt up, and spin
around to give him a really good look.  He asked me if I enjoyed wearing
women's clothes and if I had anymore with me.  I tried to lie, but he
started searching my room and soon found my outfits I had been wearing.  I
want to see you dressed up in all of these he said; again repeating that he
would tell the others if I disagreed.  I took the clothes he picked out
into the bathroom and put them on, nervous as hell, no one had ever seen me
dressed before.  I pulled on the black seemed stockings (hold ups), beige
mini skirt and brown satin halter top with strapless bra filled with some
socks.  After taking a deep breath, I walked out of the bathroom and into
the bedroom area where Robert was sitting on the edge of the bed.  Again I
gave a little twirl to let him see all around me and my outfit.  He said I
looked very nice, which I could tell as his trousers were not hiding the
fact he was enjoying the show at all.  This coupled with the drinking we
had been doing all night gave me a little tingle in my area as well.  I
walked over to him and offered him another beer, which he grabbed quickly
took a large gulp.  He went on to explain that he had been away from his
wife for a long time, and hadn't had any sexual relief at all, and that
while I was looking so good, I should be his wife.  He took my hands and
pulled me around in front of him, he started to stroke my stocking clad
legs up and down, slowly gaining height on each upper stroke, until he was
touching the soft skin showing just above my stocking tops.  I shuddered as
a spark ran up my spine, before he pulled me down onto my knees, facing
him.  He didn't need to say anything else, he just looked at me and I knew
exactly what he wanted.  I undid his trousers and edged them down along
with his boxers.  His cock sprang out and stood to attention, a good 7
inches and quite thick.  This was the first time I had seen another mans
cock, it was a beautiful sight surprisingly.  I took it in my hands and
stroked him gently, then leaning in I licked the entire length from balls
to tip, stopping at the tip to tickle it with my tongue.  I was actually
enjoying myself now, the fear and embarrassment gone, I took him in my
mouth, bobbing up and down nice and slow to begin with, tasting his
manliness.  With each down stroke I seemed to take more of him in, until I
was almost all the way.  I was sure he was loving it by the moans he was
making, so I started to speed up, rubbing his balls at the same time.
Suddenly he went very still and very quiet before releasing his cum into my
throat, I was so in the moment I made sure I gobbled down every last drop,
even licking his cock clean for him.  He was very quick to pull up his
trousers and leave without saying another word, leaving me to relieve
myself, which didn't take long as I was horny as hell by then and still had
his taste in my mouth.

Nothing was mentioned the next day at work, or has it ever been talked
about again.  Unfortunately I don't work for that company anymore, so those
episodes are just a memory.