I read with a smile the phrase in Will Ray's note on photoswap, "two lettersto the editor in pamela's pantyhose".. My own true love and fiancee is namedPamela, and she wore pantyhose to work all the time when I first began datingher, last January (1990).. Soon after our first bonding and wonderful love-making, I bought Pamela beautiful garter belts, a Merry Widow with gartersand several pairs of finest sheer stockings (including silk ones from Italy).When Pam and I went to a concert soon after, she said to me as we walked fromthe garage to the concert hall, "Jerry, I really love the feel of these stock-ings! They are so sensual - and I can feel them move a bit as I walk along. Iwore stockings last in 1970, so I forgot all about how they feel. They do makeme feel a little uncertain though, as I feel the wind come under my skirt andall the way up to the crotch of my panties - that is a strange (but not un-friendly) sensation!" Because of her comment, I decided to buy her some knee-high stockings tosee how Pamela would like them. She wore them under a long jeans skirt whenwe went over to visit her mother's recently. As Pam sat comfortably oppositeme I could see the tops of her knee-highs and their not lovely top elasticsand some of her (lovely) legs showing too.. when I told her about this pri-vately later, she turned beet red and said she'd probably only wear the knee-highs under slacks or jeans in the future - even thought I assured her thatshe looked charming and so desirable as I had viewed her. Now I took the step which moved us inexorably to the most exciting permanentchange I would have ever thought possible for Pamela and me: I looked verycarefully through the entire hosiery section of an upscale department storeand found some "thigh high sheer stockings"... I got these for her and Pamthanked me, saying she had not known this type existed. On our next date, after a great dinner and relaxed drive under moonlight,Pamela and I retired to my motel room where she sat on the edge of my water-bed. We just dropped back together, fully clothed onto the bed, and rockedin laughter and happiness. I hadn't seen her for several weeks, so we justhugged and held each other for the longest time, enjoying every minute ofour experience. Ater our soft as baby skin kisses produced yearning sighsfrom Pamela's throat, I began caressing her face, her hair and her neck. Sheput her mouth up to my ear and breathed the warmest, wettest air in there,bringing me to an advanced state of love readiness seconds later! I softlyrubbed her shoulders and caressed her down her sides, only barely making thegentlest contact with her sensitive, lovely breasts. Pamela was caressing myback eagerly and unbuttoning my shirt to insert her hand in to feel my chestand to tease my nipples to stiff readiness. As I continued to caress downher skirt, she responded with little urging mews and invitingly spread herlegs slightly apart for me. I reached under the hem of her long skirt, andfirst felt her silky stockinged legs - then I was aware of not one but twolayers of slip Pamela wore (she later told me that one slip was too shortfor the skirt but had a very pretty top to be seen under her transparentblouse, and the second slip had the right length.) This extra amount ofunderwear was intriguing me strongly! I caressed gradually higher up Pam'sleg, felt the sexy top binding elastic and moved onto her super soft legand thigh skin... so warm, so responsive to my touch! As I moved closer to my"heaven" I realized that there was no deterrant to the progress of my hand,even to the sensual globe of her buttock cheek!!! What a great surprise forme - Pam wasn't wearing any panties!! It blew my mind, and we advanced to oneof the fullest episodes of wanton and abandoned loving we have ever had. Weboth came several times and felt totally united, as if this were the very firsttime our bodies had ever joined. The water bed was our friend, adding its ownmotion to encourage new angles, new directions, new delights to each of us.Later, after lovingly reviewing our happiness in light soft talking, I askedPamela about the reason for not wearing any panties.. it had turned me on sovery excitedly. She said that she learned by wearing garter belt, stockingsand panties that she really loved the feel of the wind under her skirt, climb-ing all the way to her crotch - but not quite getting TO her. So, she told me,that she experimented one day wearing the thigh-high stockings and no pantiesto her office... she said, "It was so terrific.. I came in the car, just fromthe motion on the car's seat and vibration of traffic. Then, at the office, Icould feel (really FEEL) the seat of my chair. And I felt wickedly erotic asI stood talking with men who work with me, knowing that under my skirt therewas no impediment to their seeing my pussy were I to lean down to the bottomdrawer of a filing cabinet to extract something! Now, I have not had a urinaryinfection for weeks, and I always used to get them when I wore pantyhose allthe time. So, this is how I dress almost every day.. now. I'm so glad youapprove!!!" (note to female readers... please give this sensual dressingtechnique a try... you may solve any of several genital discomforts relatedto airless confinement of pantyhose (not pretty for us men to gaze upon any-way) - you may achieve a great double benefit when you feel turned on by whatyou FEEL, and your lovers, boyfriends, husbands are electrically excited whenyou let them KNOW what is under your dress or skirt!!! Have fun!) Yours, ErosJer
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