3 comments/ 57555 views/ 15 favorites A Pantyhose Town By: PantyhoseFan This story takes a bit to get to the action, so just go with it during the setup. * Imagine if you will, a society that did not regard sex as negatively as yours does. Abstinence only sex education was laughed at and teen pregnancies rarely occurred. Stores that openly sold lingerie, sexual stimulants and toys were found in every town and city across America. How you dress didn't label you a tease, slut, whore, or any of the other terms you might use. Rarely did anyone complain about lingerie being uncomfortable since every company's primary interest was in making comfortable clothes. The more comfortable the lingerie, the more likely people are to buy it. Cable and satellite companies only required a photo id when you first set up your account to add free adult channels, with child safety features added in to prevent exposure to kids if desired. Entire communities could be found that centered on an open sex policy. About the only thing that is still a no-no is sex with minors, defined as being under the age of 18, though that isn't as common either. It sounds pretty nice doesn't it? Welcome to my world, a world where all of the above is true. I live in a town in Southwestern Missouri. Without about 12,700 people, it has a nice cozy atmosphere to it. Everyone is friendly, the crime rates are low, the environment around town is clean, and we even won an award last year for being the second best town under 25,000 people in Missouri to live. We have one additional aspect to our town that has been beneficial. It has helped create a thriving company in town and created a healthy level of tourism in our town. It can be described by just one word...pantyhose. Remember how I mentioned about entire communities being centered on an open sex policy? Well, our community is made up of pantyhose enthusiasts. Not that many people live in the town who aren't. Dress codes don't have to include pantyhose because everyone loves wearing them already. The factory, where I work, is a major manufacturer of a popular and well respected line of pantyhose. People who enjoy pantyhose flock to visit the factory like chocolate lovers flock to the Hershey's factory. The men in town not only love seeing pantyhose, they openly wear pantyhose. Pantyhose parties are a normal part of life here. Pantyhose sex parties are just as common. We even run an XM radio station devoted to pantyhose. If you love pantyhose, this is the town to live in. Myself? Well, I'm just like everyone else in town. I love the feel of nylon against my skin. It makes me feel sexier to wear it. At night, during the day, at work and at home, nylon is tightly clinging to my body. One whole dresser is devoted to organizing it all: stockings, pantyhose, bodystockings, and homemade outfits. And I'm flirtatious about it. I usually go to work dressed with a bodystocking and only a bodystocking on under my clothes, topped with a blouse and skirt. At last fall's Halloween party, I wore a spider-web designed bodystocking and nothing else. At home, I often walk around with nothing by hose on, and which drawer I grab them out of changes depending on my mood. Oh, and I have at least one drawer full of toys. At 29 years old, I still have plenty of people who seem to desire me, both male and female. Because of this, I like to think that I have an active sex life. Just last week, I was under the conference table at an important meeting giving a blowjob to a prospective client. Needless to say, he signed with us. For those times when someone isn't around, I usually carry have a toy in my purse to use. Occasionally, when I'm feeling adventurous, I'll wear something under the pantyhose. You'd be amazed how many times that has led to something in this town. The best example of that was the day I was walking through the local Wal-mart when this tall, cute girl behind the jewelry counter noticed the bulge of my strap-on under my skirt and called me over. The next thing I knew, I acted like a trainee learning how to replace a watch battery as the tip of the strap-on was slowly sliding against her pussy. She willingly cleaned up her mess after the customer left. Though in the end, pantyhose sex parties do end up being the highlight of the town. There is usually one or two being hosted every week. I am a popular invite for these parties, and enjoy every one of them. While they are often smaller parties held at the host's home, every once in a while someone will plan one that requires renting out a larger venue. Tonight is my third one of these in three years. I've invited almost three hundred people, and the planning has been a bitch to do. But in the end, it will be talked about for weeks to come, so it will be worth it. Various big names are coming, including a Senator's wife and daughter from a neighboring state, a Hollywood director who I went to high school with, a couple of prospective business clients (one from a major European designer looking to work with us), several pornstars, and a popular 20 year old singer who broke onto the airwaves just over a month back. All of them are pantyhose enthusiasts that I was put in touch with. I looked in the mirror one more time, admiring the nylon outfit I had specially made by one of our designers. An opaque black bodystocking, it has fingers and a hood to cover my head with holes in place for my eyes and mouth. It is also crotchless, but has been specially designed to allow for a strap-on I picked out that still leaves my crotch exposed. When zipped up in the back, it full encases my entire body except for my eyes, mouth, and crotch. Coming to just below my knees are a pair of black leather boots with 4" heels. With the 8" black strap-on in place underneath, the outfit looks sexually inviting. Unzipping and pulling the hood down, I turned around and grabbed my jacket off the bed. It is longer, covering me down to my thighs. Grabbing a set of keys, I lock up and head to the car, driving to the hotel where the banquet hall I reserved is at. I checked in to the room I reserved, just in case I wasn't sober enough to drive home. I made sure that the hotel desk kept a key for me so that I didn't have to carry one around all night. Looking down the hall, I start to see the line forming for the event as I waited for the elevator. Once I got to my room, I set all the unneeded things aside and head back out to go meet the guests. Downstairs, I worked my way through the crowd of people lined up in the hallway to the banquet hall, greeting some and introducing myself to others. I find that the Senator's wife and daughter were already waiting. The daughter, only 23 years old, hadn't been to a party like this before, but sure seemed excited about it. Both were dressed up in some fancier lingerie. I invited them to follow me as I bypassed everyone and entered the hall to go through a final check of everything. Entering the room, I immediately walked over to the stage to drop my coat off. The wife and daughter began looking around. I could hear some exclamations of surprised as they examined what was at each table. I guess they hadn't expected the various toys, lubricants, pantyhose, condoms, and definitely not the photo release forms. Those were an added touch. Each person who signs the form will receive a specialized choker that will allow the photographer to identify who has and hasn't signed the forms. Those that haven't will have blurred faces and identifying marks. I'm just being careful. Walking back to them, they looked up and squealed with delight at my outfit, which I had made sure was set in place. The mother quickly grabbed the strap-on to feel it, telling me to make sure I find her sometime tonight. The daughter giggled and responded that mom would have to wait for her to be done with me. Laughing, I reminded them what room I was in just in case we didn't find each other. I told them to grab a seat and wait while I let everyone in. Walking over to the door, I opened it and welcomed everyone to HoseX 2008. Ten minutes later, the room was beginning to fill up as the incoming line slowed down. Looking around the room, I could tell that some couldn't wait for us to start. Climbing up onto the stage, I began trying to get control of the room. I welcomed everyone for coming, followed by a large cheer. I briefly described the new photo release form, and asked that people quickly fill it out and the wait staff will pick it up. I made a couple of gestures to some local sponsors that were helping provide items and food for the night. I also reminded everyone to be safe and to use any of the multitude of condoms provided at each table. We had enough to not run out. With a few more words, I started the evening by sending out the wait staff, all dressed in pantyhose bottoms, tops, and nylon masks. A photographer began walking around, getting pictures of the each of the tables. So far, almost everyone had their photograph chokers on. Walking around, I spied a cute guy at one of the nearby tables and walked over to meet him. He was playing with himself as two girls at his table were kissing. With him so focused, I grabbed a stocking off the nearby table and got on my knees in front of him. With his eyes still shut, I grabbed his hand and removed it from his manhood. As he suddenly realized someone was handling him, I slipped the stocking over his throbbing dick, then leaned forward and began to take it in my mouth. The hole in my mask wasn't as big as my mouth could get, providing an extra tightness around his cock. Focused on what I was doing, I ignored his amazement as I proceeded to blow him. The tightness, and the suddenness of what I was doing excited him enough that it didn't take long for him to cum, filling the stocking as I tried to suck as much through the nylon as I could. When he slowed down, I pulled him out of my mouth and stood up. Putting my finger to his lips, I let him quickly suck on it before pulling it out and running my finger down his chin. Leaning forward, I whispered a thanks and welcomed him to the party. Walking away, I turned my head back and saw him sitting there with his jaw dropped and his dick still rock hard and covered in a soaking stocking. The nearby girls were whispering and pointing to me, before they hopped over to the guy to see what was so good that the host of the party was willing to stop by. Laughing, I moved on. Passing by a table, I saw two young guys pounding away at two ladies. As I walked past, I realized that not only were they the Senator's wife and daughter, but that they were each helping each other along. I felt myself getting moist at the thought of playing with them later. Walking through the crowd, I reached the table where the newly popular singer was seated. She was just getting to her feet, wiping her finger across her lips after satisfying Miriam, the local bookstore owner. The singer was wearing a white angel costume, made of a lace teddy, stockings, and a small pair of wings. Grabbing her, I turned her towards me and gave her a hug. Whispering that I wanted to see if angels could fly, I reached under her ass and lifted her body up off the ground. Miriam was standing up behind her as the singer's legs wrapped around my waist. Now, I'm about 5'10" and I work out to maintain a healthy body. This girl was about 5'5" and had an attractively lightweight body and smaller perky breasts. As I was holding her up, I could feel Miriam helping to guide the strap-on into her. Making sure the girl was ready, I began to fuck her in my arms. Her head remained locked against my shoulder as our breasts rubbed against each other. Her moaning became cries of ecstasy as I brought her to orgasm after about ten minutes of this, with Miriam seated behind us holding one of the free vibrators against her pantyhose covered clit. As the orgasm subsided, the singer relaxed in my arms as I lifted her off the strap-on, and then lowered her to the floor. Without missing a beat, she got on her knees to clean me off. When she was done, I pulled her back up and we exchanged a long kiss, much to the cheering of a few guys at the table next to us. Before I left, she asked me how to get an outfit like mine. I told her it was specially made, but similar outfits could be found at one of the various hosiery stores around town. She thanked me, and walked off to find some more fun. I then got on my knees and helped finish Miriam off, much to her satisfaction, before moving on myself. I spent the next hour visiting tables and pleasuring other people before someone finally stopped me and told me to lie down on the ground. It was a 30-something lady dressed in a naughty nurse outfit. As I lay there, she grabbed a strap-on from the nearby table and put it on. She signaled to a few other people I hadn't noticed yet. Two guys came up and she whispered something to them. One laid down on the floor with his feet touching mine, while the other stood above me. The nurse began to get onto the ground, positioning herself so that our crotches met, but facing the other guy on the ground. It took me a second to realize what she was doing. She was getting down in such a way that her strap-on would be able to enter me while mine was entering her, while allowing her to give the other guy on the ground a blowjob. As she helped guide everything into place, the guy above me got on his knees so that I could give him a blowjob. As the first thrust was made into me, I reached up and began to lick the shaft of the guy above me. I could feel the dildo pushing all the way into me as I massaged the guy in front of me. As she sped up her rhythm, I sped up mine. As I felt myself coming to fruition, I worked what magic I could to get this guy off. Feeling the dildo pressing against the inner walls as it pushed its way into me, I struggled to hold off as long as I could. When I heard the nurse exclaiming that she was about to cum, I yelled back before sticking this guy's dick into the back of my mouth and beginning to hum. As I finally let go of my own body, I felt him let go as well, spilling his seed down my throat. The nurse let out a muffled cry as she finally released as well. The thought of the four of us all releasing at once was amazing as my body went into spasm after spasm, releasing energy built up since the party started. As the guy above me finished unloading, I took a final swallow and licked him clean. He stood up and waited as the nurse pulled herself up. The guy then reached down and helped me up. Getting to my feet, I gave each of them a long kiss, taking time to help clean the nurse's mouth. As the cheering from those watching us ended, I grabbed a vibrator off the nearby table and walked up to a cute girl on the sidelines who was wearing a crotchless bodystocking. She had been pleasuring herself the entire time she watched me. Looking her in the eyes, I licked the vibrator before turning it on high and pushing it against her clit. As her body shivered, I told her to hold on to me. Just as she grabbed my arm, I began to slowly push it into her. She must have been wet as it slid in easily enough. With it sliding further in, her hands began to explore my body. Gripping my hips, she leaned over as I pulled the vibrator back out against her clit and began to run her tongue against my breasts. She must have liked the feeling of it because she kept licking them before she began kissing my shoulders and neck. With the vibrator at high power, shifting from against her clit to inside of her and back, she took about seven minutes before her moist pussy became a flowing pussy. As it flowed, she gave me a deep, sensual kiss to end the brief encounter. When done, she pulled the vibrator out herself and asked if she could keep it. Smiling, I told her that would be fine and slid it back inside her before walking off. Walking around the room, you couldn't go ten feet without finding someone enjoying themselves. One guy was dressed up in pantyhose getting blown by some lady. One girl put a stocking over a dildo and was fucking herself. Another couple was in a sixty-nine position, each with their heads inside the other person's pantyhose. Pantyhose were strung out at various tables, alongside toys all over the place. As I walked around and smiled, I saw the Senator's wife and daughter standing in a small group watching some people having fun. The wife was still dressed in a dignified lace outfit, while the daughter was walking around in nothing but stockings and a garter. Both were commenting to each other about what was going on. I decided to walk over. Just as I got to them, the wife realized someone was standing behind her and turned around. The daughter quickly noticed the motion and turned around too. Looking at them, I made them an offer. I promised to give them each some extra time with me if they did something for me. Both jumped at the idea without ever hearing the rest of the deal. Pulling them aside, I told the wife to sit in a chair. Looking at the daughter, I asked her if she had ever actually been with another woman before. She laughed at the comment and said that she was going to college. I told her that for them to each receive some special time with me, I wanted her to get on the floor and show her mother just what she has learned at school. With a somewhat questioning look on her face, I pointed at her mother's crotch and told her to get started. As she realized what was being asked, she stood there for a moment before moving towards her mother and getting down between her legs. She looked up at her mother and began to lean forward. Sticking her tongue out, she ran it against her mother's lips and clit, all while continuing to look in her mother's eyes. Working her tongue up and down, flicking it back and forth, her hand reached back and opened up as if she was waiting for someone to give her something. Thinking quickly, I reached over her mother's shoulder and grabbed a small bullet vibrator and handed it to her. Licking it, she then turned it on and slid it into her mother, pushing it in until just the end stuck out. Still looking into her mother's eyes, she began to simultaneously flick her tongue against her mother's clit. Her mom closed her eyes and leaned her head back, her left hand moving up to her own breast as her right hand gripped the edge of the chair. Massaging her breast, she moaned as her daughter worked her like it was a race to get her off. The photographer happened to walk by at this moment, noticed what was going on and the chokers each of them were wearing and took a few photos before moving on. Mother opened her eyes on the last flash and looked around. She pointed at a random guy who was watching and motioned him to come forward. As the daughter pulled the vibrator out and pressed it against the clit, her mother reached over and pulled down the boxers that the guy was wearing, grabbed his hard dick and pulled him closer. She then began to give him a blowjob. Seeing this, another guy walked up to the other side of the chair and whipped out his own dick. The Senator's wife, without missing a beat, began to go back and forth between both guys. Watching this, I decided to join in. I got down behind the daughter as she both pleasured and watched her mother. Putting my hands on her ass, I pulled it up a bit higher. Grabbing the strap-on I was wearing, I then reached underneath her and began to guide towards her pussy. I could already tell she was moist, allowing me to quickly, but gently shove it far into her once I got the tip in the right spot. Sliding it in definitely got her attention, as she finally looked away from her mother long enough to look back at me and smile. Looking back to what she was doing, I began to fuck her a bit more forcefully. Holding onto her hips as I fucked her, I looked around and saw that many of the people watching us were either masturbating or pleasuring the person next to them as they watched. The daughter stopped using her mouth and just held the vibrator in place as she began to respond to what I was doing. Looking up at the mother, her breasts and face had already been spewed on and two new guys were getting blowjobs. Suddenly, as one guy let loose on her face, her eyes shut and her body went into small spasms. Her daughter held the vibrator tightly against her clit and began to cry out her mother's name. When her mother's orgasm subsided, the daughter reached the vibrator down and under her own body. I suddenly felt the occasional vibration when I thrust into her as she held it against her own clit. As the other guy finished receiving his blowjob, I looked up just in time to see him jack off onto the mother's breasts, which she began to rub everything onto. While this was happening, the daughter was finishing licking every spot on her mother's pussy when her head suddenly dropped and she thrust her body back against mine, her body erupting into its own orgasm. A Pantyhose Town Ch. 02 This story takes a bit to get to the action, so just go with it during the setup. Each chapter is written as a stand alone story, so reading previous chapters is not needed to understand this chapter. If you have read any of the other chapters, feel free to skip the section in italics. It is in each chapter as setup for the environment of the story for those who haven't read those other chapters. Imagine if you will a society that did not regard sex as negatively as yours does. Abstinence only sex education was laughed at and teen pregnancies rarely occurred. Stores that openly sold lingerie, sexual stimulants and toys were found in every town and city across America. How you dress didn't label you a tease, slut, whore, or any of the other terms you might use. Rarely did anyone complain about lingerie being uncomfortable since every company's primary interest was in making comfortable clothes. The more comfortable the lingerie, the more likely people are to buy it. Cable and satellite companies only required a photo id when you first set up your account to add free adult channels, with child safety features added in to prevent exposure to kids if desired. Entire communities could be found that centered on an open sex policy. About the only thing that is still a no-no is sex with minors, defined as being under the age of 18, though that isn't as common either. It sounds pretty nice doesn't it? Welcome to my world, a world where all of the above is true. I live in a town in Southwestern Missouri. With about 12,700 people, it has a nice cozy atmosphere to it. Everyone is friendly, the crime rates are low, the environment around town is clean, and we even won an award last year for being the second best town under 25,000 people in Missouri to live. We have one additional aspect to our town that has been beneficial. It has helped create a thriving company in town and created a healthy level of tourism in our town. It can be described by just one word...pantyhose. Remember how I mentioned about entire communities being centered on an open sex policy? Well, our community is made up of pantyhose enthusiasts. Not that many people live in the town that aren't. Dress codes don't have to include pantyhose because everyone loves wearing them already. The factory is a major manufacturer of a popular and well respected line of pantyhose. People who enjoy pantyhose flock to visit the factory like chocolate lovers flock to the Hershey's factory. The men in town not only love seeing pantyhose, they openly wear pantyhose. Pantyhose parties are a normal part of life here. Pantyhose sex parties are just as common. We even run an XM radio station devoted to pantyhose. If you love pantyhose, this is the town to live in. * "MARY!!!" With a startled reaction, you turn towards the noise. "Huh??" "Jeeze Mary, spacing out a bit are we?" You finally narrow down who is talking. "Sorry Vanessa. What did you need?" "Can you hit the locks for me? Someone in my tour group wants to visit the other side." Vanessa turns her head away from you and nods towards a gentleman standing near the middle of a group of about 12 to 15 people. "Ma'am, my wife decided she would like to go too." Laughing, Vanessa turns back to you and responds, "Make that a couple Mary." You collect the money for admission to that side and then lean over and hit a button labeled "Adult Unlock" and sit back in your seat. "Thanks Mary. Okay, you two can go ahead and head into that section of the museum. The rest of you will follow me." She points towards a door labeled "Private" before continuing. "Now, we will be starting our tour with..." You watch the couple head through the door before hitting the button labeled "Adult Lock". You think back to when the security company helped install your current system. It had to of been about six years ago. Thinking a bit harder, you can even remember what you were doing that day. That was the day you signed paperwork for your promotion, if you can call it that. It wasn't so much an advancement as it was a desire, though your pay did go up. For two years before that, you did what Vanessa is doing to help pay off your way through college. Looking down the hall, you can see the last of her group walking into another room. You ran tours through the museum. It sounds simple, but then you have to consider what the museum was about. Vanessa should be talking about the early history of tights right about now, maybe starting up about what makes tights different than other forms of hosiery. Depending on the crowd, the tour can range from twenty to forty minutes in length. You always enjoyed giving the tours. Your own love of pantyhose made it easy to give the tours. But after two years of hearing stories about the "Adult" side of the museum made you want to know more. You talked to the boss, and after a few days of persistent questions, you were given a tour. You're eyes were opened in a different way that day. It looked similar to what you were used to seeing, but you walked in to see real girls instead of mannequins. Yet there was more. As you were given the tour, you came to a section that discussed the sexual role of stockings and pantyhose. As you looked around, you saw Deanna, one of your fellow tour guides. It was supposed to be her day off, as she was only a part time employee. Walking up to her, you saw that she was sitting in a chair masturbating with a stocking on her hand. "I thought this was your day off," you said to her, causing her to open her eyes to you, "so what are you doing here?" "Hey Mary. They finally brought you over here. Cool." She responded, her hand still moving. "Sorry I lied to you. I work full time, splitting my shifts between running tours over there and working back here." Pulling her hand out from between her legs, Deanna stood up and walked over to you, bringing that same hand up to your face. "Smell that Mary. A few more minutes and that would be soaked." Just as you were about to protest that sudden action on her part, you took a deep breath. That was the first mistake. As you breathed in her scent, mixed in with the scent of nylon, you closed your eyes. You could feel your eyes rolling back in their sockets. The smell was intoxicating, and when you opened your eyes again, you found yourself holding her hand and licking her fingertips. The behavior was totally unlike you, but at that moment, you didn't care. The taste was accentuating the smell, and the only thought on your mind was the desire for more. With a giggle, you heard Deanna speak up, "I think someone is enjoying herself. Come here." Deanna grabbed your hand and pulled you back over to the seat she had been sitting at. Thirty minutes later, you had signed the paperwork for working in the adult section of the museum. You signed a deal similar to what Deanna had, allowing you to split your shifts between both sides depending on what was needed. At first, you spent more time on the normal side, at least until they were able to hire and train a new tour guide. Then your time was more evenly split. When given the option, you often choose the adult side. Working there opened your eyes to new options. After finishing college three years ago, you were offered a promotion, putting you in charge of scheduling and training new hires. A year ago, you were offered an assistant manager position, which is where you are today. Looking at the clock, you see that Vanessa is probably hitting the beginning of pantyhose with her group. As a few more people enter the museum, you pull your hand out from between your legs. Thinking about that day with Deanna always does that to you. Taking money and signing the customers up for the next tour, you remember all the fun you had with her as she showed you the ropes for working on that side of the museum. Getting on the intercom system, you call out a reminder to all customers that the final tour of the day begins in 15 minutes. After Vanessa returns with the previous group, she takes the final group on their tour. Beginning the closing procedures, you put up a sign advertising closing time in thirty minutes and no more tours. You've done this so many times that you go through the motions without even looking at the guide sheet. Thirty minutes passes quickly, with you locking the front doors. You can hear Vanessa down the hall, and estimate that she has about five minutes left, so you grab a seat by the door. One person tries to get your attention from the outside. Unlocking the door, you ask what they need only to find out they are picking somebody up. Not recognizing the name as an employee, you figure they are on the tour and tell the person that they should be done in a few more minutes. With a thank you, the person goes back to their car. Vanessa soon brings the tour group back to the front, answering a few questions along the way. With a smile you stand up and unlock the doors to let them out, thanking everyone for stopping by and reminding them that proceeds from the upcoming fashion show next month will help pay for some renovations to the museum. You get a few thanks for that as the final people leave. Locking the door, you turn to see Vanessa sitting behind the front desk with a tired look on her face. "That was a busy day. Good job handling everything Vanessa." "Thanks Mary. I hadn't realized how much of a difference it makes when one guide is sick." She takes off her heels, massaging the underside of her nylon clad feet. "My feet feel so sore. These small heels aren't bad for normal days, but on days like this, they are torture." "That's why I began keeping a pair with shorter and wider heels in my locker. Less arch and more stability made it easier on my foot. I'd also suggest looking into some support inserts. I used to get some and then cut them to fit the shoe if needed. Trust me, it helps." "Thanks for the advice. I'll have to check that out this weekend. Well, I'm off to do my walkthrough." With her heels off, Vanessa stands up and walks back through the museum to check for any stragglers. You sit down behind the desk and continue working. Once finished here, you grab some paperwork. Vanessa comes out from the backroom and heads to the front door. Grabbing the rest of your paperwork, you meet her at the door to let her out. "Okay, all clear. Mary, I had one question for you." "What's up?" Vanessa has a quizzical look on her face, "What's through the adult door? I keep getting questions about that, and I'm not sure how to answer that." You laugh, much to her surprise. "I asked that once myself and you know what I was told? I was told to just answer 'It's another fifteen dollars to visit that side. Just stop at the front desk and they can help you.' and to leave it at that. For the most part, after getting that answer two or three times, they will leave you alone. Now, you do receive a discount, but unfortunately for you, because it is an adult section, you have to be 18 years of age to go in. Give it two more months, and if you still want to know, come see me on your day off and pay the fee. I'll take you through myself." "Really? That would be great Mary." Stopping her at that point, you continue. "When I first worked here, I spent my first two years of college running tours through here on evenings and weekends before I set foot in that area of the museum. I'm not suggesting you wait that long, but I would suggest that at your age, you'll make a better impression on the boss if you don't rush to see that side. Spend a few months after turning 18 becoming a good tour guide first. You'll have the summer to do that anyway. If you are leaving town for college, go on the tour then instead of right after your 18th birthday. Trust me on that." Vanessa almost as an amused look on her face, as if another adult is telling her stuff she doesn't want to hear. Yet, after a few seconds, her look changes a bit. "Actually, that makes sense. Thanks Mary. I better go home so my parents don't worry too much. Have a good night." "You too Vanessa," you call out as she walks away from the building. Closing the door, you lock up. Funny how she asked about that after you had been thinking about your first time. As you walk over towards the office door, you hear the employee exit door from the adult side of the museum slam shut. Setting your paperwork down on the front desk, you decide to do your final walkthrough now. Entering the adult side, you begin down a walk you are quite familiar with. You go to each station and make sure everything is in place. As you get to about the halfway point, you hear some noises. Figuring that some employees are still around chatting, you continue what you are doing. Getting closer to the noise, you hear some giggling and muffled noises. A few more turns and you realize what the noises are. Some employees left several monitors on. Meant to show various examples of hosiery in media, one shows fashion shows, another shows clips from TV shows and movies, while a third shows pantyhose pornography. As you are walking over to where the switches are at, you notice some new material being shown. Realizing how long it's been since you've been in here, you take a seat in one of the three recliners set up in this room. Originally for decoration, management quickly found that they needed to be included on the regular cleaning schedule. Feeling a bit horny, you sit in front of the pornography monitor. The clips look new. It shows two women sitting dressed on a couch. But looking closer, you realize that underneath their normal clothing they are dressed head to toe in pantyhose. They are sitting there rubbing their hands along their bodies before one of them reaches over to help remove the other one's skirt. You watch as they undress each other from their normal clothes, revealing nylon clad bodies. As they rub their pantyhosed hands all over each other, you find your own hand going down between your legs. The girls lay down on the couch, one on top of the other, rubbing their entire bodies against each other. As your hand rubs the pantyhose stretched tightly across your thighs, one girl gets down between the legs of the other one. With her face planted between the other girl's legs, she rubs her face around, her tongue sticking out. Her other hand reaches up and slides underneath the waistband of her partner's pantyhose, reaching down to run them against her pussy. The other girl massages her own breasts. Suddenly, the clip changes. This time, it shows a single girl sensually putting on a pair of pantyhose. Once she finishes, she stands up and moves around a bit before sitting back down. You then notice the pile of nylon on the bed. Grabbing another pair, she once again begins to sensually put them on, this time over the other pair. When she finishes, she grabs a pair of pantyhose, this time with a hole in the crotch, and puts this pair on over her upper body. You watch, your hand moving between your legs, as the girl puts on pair after pair, sometimes stockings, sometimes pantyhose. After the sixth pair, both top and bottom, she pulls a stocking over her head. Then, from off camera, a gentleman walks into view with what looks like a rather large stocking. You watch as he proceeds to help the girl into the stocking. As this is done, you realize that it has a hole at each end and extends the entire length of her body. A pantyhose tube. You've seen pictures of these online before, but haven't had much lucking finding out how to get one. As the clip once again changes, you stand up. You head to another spot in the museum where some toys are hidden. Grabbing a vibrator, you head back to your seat and watch the clips, grabbing a stocking on the way. You've seen this one before, a portion of a larger movie that involves a teacher and her student. Sliding the vibrator into the stocking you grabbed, you undo the long skirt you are wearing and slide it down a bit. Grabbing the waistband of your pantyhose, you lift it up and slide the vibrator underneath. Once the tip reaches your clit, you turn it on and hold it in place. While the teacher uses her student to demonstrate how to lick clit, you feel the pleasuring feelings of the vibrator flowing through your body. You move the tip around a bit, feeling the nylon sliding against your body, the feeling of which you've enjoyed since you were a little girl. The student sits on top of the teacher, her hands grasping her petite breasts. She lets her teacher's hard manhood slide inside her, in and out, in and out, her stockings gripping his thighs as he holds onto her waist. The clip changes again, this time showing an elegant woman in stockings masturbating to a video of two lesbians covered head to toe in fishnet bodystockings. When the woman slides a dildo inside, you move the vibrator down and position it for insertion. The video shows her pulling it out, then back in. It takes a few seconds, but you soon match the tempo set by the video. Within a few seconds, the nylon encasing the vibrator is moist from your own fluids. The nylon rubs against your inner walls as you rub the tip of the running vibrator back and forth against your g-spot. You've long known how to hit the spot that sends your body through waves of pleasure. As you watch the woman on the video prepare to orgasm, you relax your own body a bit. When she hits her peak and releases, so do you. You're body shivers as your orgasm occurs, accentuated by the nylon covered vibrator pressed deeply against your g-spot. Reaching down with your other hand, you play with your clit, you're body in such a moment of pleasure that you can't think straight. It seems like it lasts forever, but in reality, the orgasm lasted less than a minute. A previous boyfriend thought it was strange that you lasted so long, but as long as you can remember, you've never had fast orgasms. At first, you're body was just plain sensitive, and reacted strongly to stimulation while being slow to deliver. Over time, and with much practice, you've been able to control you're body so that you can last longer during sex. Losing focus on the monitor, you catch it again just before it switches to another clip. As it does, you pull the vibrator out from between your legs and fix the recliner. Sitting there, looking at the soaked nylon covering the vibrator, you turn it off. Then, in a move reminiscent of a porn star, you slide the entire piece into your mouth. Sucking what you can off, you pull it out and lick it clean. It may seem odd to some, but you've long enjoyed the taste of cum, both from men and women. That is directly a result of your second boyfriend, who insisted that you let him go off in your mouth one night. It only took one taste to enjoy it. Once you have cleaned off as much as you can get, you stand up and reposition your clothing, sliding your fingers down for one more feel of yourself. When you do, you can tell that your body is ready for more when you feel yourself dripping some more fluids. With a smile, you decide to personally wash the toy and stocking at home tonight. Shutting off the monitors and the DVD players connected to them, you shut off the lights and finish the walkthrough. Once back at the front desk, you grab your paperwork and head to the office to finish up. Ten minutes later, you are locking up and heading to your car, the nylon encased vibrator still in hand. Sitting down, you are unable to wait any longer. It gets turned on low and slid inside, where it gently pleasures you as you begin the drive home, where it can be unleashed on your body in a more private setting. A Pantyhose Town When her body finished, she pulled herself off and thanked me. She then stood up and sat down on her mother's lap. Telling her mother that she loved her, she began to clean off all the cum that the guys had left on her mother's body as her mother stroked her hair. Standing up, I walked over to them and whispered that the private party for both of them would begin after the main party ended, and that it would last until they needed to go home if they wanted. With exclamations of glee, they both told me they would be there and got back to what they were doing. I spent the rest of the party walking around the party, fucking, licking, blowing, fingering, and toying random people. Many of them I knew, some of them I didn't, picking up a surprising amount of phone numbers by the end of the night. My outfit stayed on the whole time, though it definitely wasn't as clean as the night party wore on. At some point, I got everyone to wear a pair of pantyhose and got a large group photo, minus the people who didn't sign the release. The Hollywood director had made a few connections with potential actors and actresses, and the pornstars were not only a hit throughout the party, but even convinced a few people to come back with them and be in some movies. Every business client walked away being satisfied and willing to work with us, and I'm sure that every lingerie and adult novelty store will be thanking us in the next few days. As people began to leave, and a few guests received some final pleasures, I found the Senator's wife and daughter standing by the stuff I had set aside before the party. The wife was now wearing an entire outfit handmade from pantyhose, and the daughter was wearing a nylon teddy and a pair of stockings. Smiling as I approached them, I thanked them for waiting and told them to go around the tables and grab any unused items they wanted to bring with them. They surprised me when they each pulled out a bag of items they had already grabbed. I grabbed my stuff and turned around. Standing on either side of me, they locked their arms with mine and we walked towards the door. Grabbing a key at the front desk, we hopped on the elevator and took the ride upstairs. When we reached the floor, I walked them to my room. Handing the daughter my stuff, I looked at them and asked when they had to go home. As I put the key in the door and opened it, the mother said they had two days left, and the daughter said that they had no other plans. Laughing, they followed me inside, shut the door and locked it.