Trying It On For Size Part 2

It was a thin, black, folded square. Holding it by two corners, she flipped it open. I could not have been more surprised at what I saw. It was a pair of panty hose - really more like a one piece garter belt and stockings - there was no "panty" in the pantyhose. Tanya was wearing a similar item and looked very sexy in it. It took a few moments before it dawned on me that she was not going to be putting on the new lingerie. It was intended for me!

I had never worn any article of woman's clothing before and had never had the slightest inclination to do so. Certainly before I had come crashing through all of these sexual barriers, I would have found the idea objectionable. But now - well now, it somehow didn't seem to matter. It seemed like a small thing and if it was part of Tanya's fantasy, well why not.

Tanya didn't ask if it was okay. She didn't say anything. The silence added more mystery and allure. She simply went to work putting them on me. Bunching up one stocking, she wordlessly positioned my right foot to point it sharply downward and then slipped one stocking on it, sliding the attached garter belt up to my thighs and the stocking itself up over my calves. She worked quickly and efficiently without seeming rushed. It was clear she had put this type of lingerie on many a client before. Unrolling each of the smooth, sheer, black stockings up one leg and then the other, she had me raise my hips to bring the garter belt up over my hips to my waist. Then pulling, adjusting and smoothing, it was on me.

It was like no article of clothing I had worn before. Smooth and snug, it seemed to hug my legs, shaping and accentuating the muscles of my calves and thighs. I've always liked the look of stockings - it made a woman's legs appear shapely and sexy. It had the same visual impact looking down at my own legs but added to that was the smooth feel of it against my skin. Tanya ran her hands up and down my legs, sliding hr palms up and down my shapely, smooth limbs, stopping to squeeze and knead the hard, muscled flesh underneath as she went. She looked down and smiled at me, pleased at the result.