I Learned How Sexy Pantyhose can Be

As most women, I've generally moved away from wearing hosiery. I still wear dresses and skirts to work on most days and so do most of my female colleagues. It's part of the office culture and dress code. Pantyhose dropped off the list of required garments a few years ago, pretty much unlamented. The exceptions to the rule, though, are as you might expect. Formal and semi-formal occasions still require dressing 'to the nines'. This was such an occasion. We were invited to a reception for visitors who could bring a lot of business to the company, so we were advised to dress up for the event. There was a champagne cocktail hour, a sit-down dinner and some dancing to a small orchestra. I chose a black silk dinner suit, silver pumps and sheer nearly black pantyhose. My husband clearly approved. I knew this because he hugged me from behind and let me feel his lovely bulge growing in his tuxedo slacks. I love him in a tux. He is a handsome man in good shape and a tux just makes him look sharp and sophisticated. I resisted temptation, regretfully. We'd have time to enjoy each other later. I put the necessities into my silver clutch, gathered my wrap and let my dear hand me into the car. He's truly a gentleman in all the important ways. The evening was truly everything the boss desired. Everybody looked wonderful and the event went smoothly. After dinner, I was dancing with my husband. He held me closely so I could feel the beloved bulge I was so looking forward to enjoying in the room we'd reserved at the hotel. I was having thoughts of taking advantage of him in the elevator on the way up, in fact. After our dance, I excused myself to go to the ladies' room. On the way there, I saw my lesbian friend in a very pretty dress with a very full short skirt and sheer hosiery. My already wet panties received even more wetness as I saw her. She was just gorgeous. She caught my eye and grinned evilly. She got to the ladies' room before I did, walking boldly into the handicap stall. She grinned at me, making a curtsy and opening the door widely. This was a very classy hotel. The facilities weren't separated by steel partitions. They weren't actually stalls, but little separate rooms and the handicapped one had a low sink ready for the use of a lady in a wheelchair. Or a horny couple in heat. She closed the door and pushed the lock button. "Char, you look so elegant I love that suit on you!" I took her proffered hands in mine and drank her in. "Honey, you look so wonderful. A truly elegant, feminine dress. Where did you find it?" "Oh, this old thing? I think it was at some second-hand store somewhere." "Yeah, right," I laughed as I pulled her in for a kiss. She avoided my lips, "Oh, Char, you'll smear my lipstick." I pulled her hips to mine as I captured her face in my other hand and kissed her thoroughly, smearing both our lipstick. I saw she had her purse, too. I was sure she was equipped with what she needed. As we began to make out, she shifted slightly to push her thigh between mine. Her knee raised my skirt a little bit. I enjoyed the feeling of her soft petticoat against my legs as she pulled me even more closely to her. She began to rub against my pussy with her thigh. I pushed my thigh against hers as well. The sensation of our thighs and our pussies clad in nylon was remarkable. I was surprised by the pleasure of the sensation, so I went with it. She had my back to the wall and we were humping each other very sensually as we kissed and caressed everything we could bring our hands to touch. It didn't take very long before I began to have that wonderful feeling I get just before I orgasm. I'd been there for a few minutes and I'm sure my love was wondering what happened to me, so I just humped her harder as she did me. I tipped over the edge and she rode me hard until she had her orgasm, too. We were both trying to be quiet about it, but our moans fed each other's passion until I had to push her off of me. I was just too sensitive. We held each other and laughed as we recovered. I took a moment to mop up some of the wet mess inside my panties and pantyhose and straightened my clothing. We shared the mirror at the sink to repair our makeup, giving each other hip bumps and laughing like schoolgirls. I hit on a brilliant idea. "Hey, why don't you join my husband and me. We have a room and he's a sweet lover. I'd share him with you, if you're game. He looks very hot in a tux, you know." "Sweet Char, thank you for the invitation. I saw him earlier and he's pretty hunky. I'm just not into guys at all right now. Besides, I have a date." "Really? Anybody I know?" "Yep, you know her. I'm on my way up to her room right now." "Not going to kiss and tell?" "Nope. She might be into a threesome some time, though. I know you like her." "You're a horrible tease, you know. You just go and have hot sweaty sex with your mystery woman and I'll just have to handle my husband all by myself." She laughed as she hugged me. I went back to find my husband to to make him so much hotter with stories of lesbian seduction in the ladies' room.