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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 5 (mF)

   Prologue My mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends and
neighbors in my house.  In the process of the party, I got a sneak peek at
many of them dressed only in see-through or sexy lingerie, a real turn-on.
Now, my mom had departed to drop off the purchases of the friends that
lived beyond walking distance, while I delivered the other packages to the
nearly buyers.  I already had a couple of close encounters, and I was
hoping my luck hadn't run out.

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   When I got home, I found a paper bag with the Nighty-Ware name on it. 
Had I forgotten a local delivery, I wondered, gripping my weary but
interested penis?  I opened the bag and found some black lingerie and a
note.  This was one of my mom's gifts for selling so much product. 
Unfortunately, it was way too small for her since my mom is a pretty large
woman.  Since my mom hadn't returned yet from her deliveries, I swiped the
bag and its contents and stashed in the back of my bottom drawer, in hopes
that I might find a user for it some day.

   In subsequent weeks, I reverted back to using my dad's Playboy
collection for relief, but having had the real thing, it was a
disappointing substitute.  None of the neighbors I had delivered to gave
the slightest recognition of our previous encounters, although my mom told
me that Darlene called me a "considerate young man." I'd consider giving
her another ride, I thought to myself.

   Then, one day my mom told my dad that one of her nieces would be coming
to stay with us for a while.  Separated from her husband, she was looking
for work in our metropolitan area.  Without much money, my mom offered our
spare bedroom while she looked for employment and then a place of her own.
I didn't feel like I had much in the way of privacy already, and this would
just make things worse.

   Laura arrived a few days later.  She was kind of plain, but I could tell
she was hiding a really nice body under those unflattering clothes.  She
was shy and very unsure of herself.  She barely touched my hand when we
were introduced.  My head told me to give her a lot of space, but my penis
was giving me other instructions.  Around the house, she kept herself
covered from neck to foot.  I wondered why she didn't sweat more, given how
many and how much clothes she was always wearing.  I tried on several
occasions to catch a glimpse when she wasn't so fully covered, but she was
careful to always close, and usually lock, the bathroom or spare bedroom
doors.  And, she never took an opportunity to dress in less than a complete
manner around the house.  I often wondered if she wasn't doing it just to
tantalize me.

   After a while, she got comfortable enough to chat with me.  She barely
mentioned her husband, although she frequently fiddled with her wedding
band.  It was clear to me, a hot blooded American male, why she and her
husband had separated -- I would have bet anything that she and her husband
barely ever had sex, and then only a sterile, obligatory kind.  She wasn't
cold exactly, just distant, unwilling to engage in a personal manner.

   One day, when there were only reruns on TV and we were both sitting in
the living room, I leafed through the magazines stuffed in the wooden bin
at the side of the couch.  I came across my mom's Nighty-Ware catalog, and
picked it up.  Laura looked over and asked what I was reading.

   "It's not really reading, mostly looking at the pictures" I quipped.  I
tossed her the flyer, and her jaw dropped as she viewed the models in their
flimsy outfits.

   "Do women actually wear these things?" she asked, as if I was the
expert.

   "Sure they do" I replied, being more of an expert than she knew.

   "Oh, I could never wear anything like this.  I'd be too embarassed " she
explained.

   "I bet you'd look terrific, and probably surprise yourself" I predicted,
as my penis involuntarily pulsed in my pants.

   She just turned red and it was clear this conversation was over.

   The next day, before Laura returned from her job quest, I retrieved from
my drawer the gift outfit I had swiped, put it into a plain bag, and left
it on Laura's bed.  I thought it might cheer her up and help her with her
self esteem.  I also thought it might get me a chance to see her body
without all those clothes, or even get me laid.

   Laura came home, headed straight for her room and shut the door to
change into her full-length bathrobe and bootie slippers, her normal "wind
down" outfit after a tough day of job hunting.  I wondered how she came
across in an interview, as meek and mild as she acted around the house?  No
wonder she was having so much trouble finding employment.

   She came into the klitchen where I was fixing myself something to eat.
My folks were heading out to a play for which they had only two season
tickets, so Laura and I would be left alone again.  We both retreated into
the living room after an unusually quiet repast.  I thought we'd gotten
past this awkward silence.  Once more, TV was the vast wasteland, and I sat
there idly thumbing through the TV book, as if I expected a good show to
leap off the page at me.  Finally Laura broke her silence.

   "Can you hand me that ladiesware catalog?" she asked demurely.

   I reached into the magazine bin and found it in an instant.  I stood up
and handed it to her, and she immediately opened it and was absorbed by its
images.

   "What do you think of this one?" she asked, pausing at a particular
page.

   I walked over and sat down next to her, but not too close.  The picture
was of a well-built blonde in a sexy full length black negligee over a tied
up the front teddy, matching panties and garter belt, and patterned black
stockings.  An erection was welling up in my pants, and I did not dare
rearrange myself while she was watching.

   "Not bad at all," I remarked.

   "You find it attractive, then?" she asked shyly, and then I recognized
it as the one my mom had won, the one I had left on her bed.

   "Absolutely."

   "Even on me?" she questioned, and my hopes and penis rose measurably.

   "Of course on you.  You're a very attractive woman, if you just try a
little."

   Laura kicked off her booties, and I saw the black patterned stockings. I
gulped.  I wanted her to take the robe off right then and there, but she
was so skittish I didn't want to scare her away.  I'd have to do this at
her pace, which I expected would be agonizing.

   I moved closer and put one arm around her.  She sat perfectly still.  I
leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, putting my other hand on her
bathrobe-covered knee.  She turned to face me, and I kissed her softly on
the lips.  She still didn't react.  Although she wasn't pushing me away,
she wasn't really participating.  In turning towards me, her robe had
opened from her knees to the floor, and I saw the beginnings of shapely
legs in those black patterned stockings.  I removed my hand and replaced it
on her knee in one motion, feeling the smooth soft and warm of her skin
under the stocking.

   We, that is, I was still kissing her, and she was beginning to pucker a
little more.  I pulled her closer, at the same time moving my hand slowly
up her stockinged leg, caressing as I went.  She turned a little more in my
direction, and the robe opened a little more, so now I saw the outfit from
her waist down.  The stockings had been awkwardly attached to the garter
belt, as if she had never worn this kind of thing before.  And, to my
delight, she had put the black lace panties on backwards!  They had a small
patch of material for the front and a string in the back, but the way she
put them on had the string pressing down into her privates, while the small
swatch of material covered her behind.

   She held her thighs close together, so my hand movement stopped short of
her pussy.  I left my hand laying there on her lower stomach and upper
thighs in case she had a sudden change of heart.  I moved my lips to her
ear, blowing and licking, to get some reaction, but to no avail.  Then I
swung my crotch hand around her outer thigh and grasped her buttock gently.
She seemed to like this, and her arms came up around my neck and pulled my
mouth back to hers.  The kissing got heavier, so I tried a little tongue.
She startled when her lips felt my tongue.  They resisted when I attempted
to penetrate her lips.  Then, as I repositioned my hand around her ass, to
get a better grip, her mouth opened and our tongues met in midair.  It
finally dawned on me that her ass was an erogenous zone, and it required
special attention.

   I manuvered Laura up off the couch and moved her onto my lap, straddling
my legs.  I ran both hands up the sides of her thighs, and then around to
hold and caress her ass.  As I rubbed, a couple of things happened.  First,
Laura began to make almost inperceptable noises.  They seemed to originate
deep in her throat, perhaps her diaphragm.  She was obviously enjoying the
attention her rear was getting, as I was almost chocking on her tongue as
she attacked my mouth with hers.  Also, my reaching around behind her put a
strain on the bathrobe belt, which was loosening and allowing the continued
exposure of more of her body.  Very soon it didn't matter, as she flung the
robe open and onto the floor.

   I finally got a view of the rest of the outfit, and what a view it was!
The full length black negligee was very sheer, almost transparent.  It
wasn't secured, so it flowed from her shoulders to frame the rest of the
picture.  Laura's breasts were visible through the teddy, which had a
series of tied ribbons holding it together.  They were perfectly round,
high on her chest, with nipples perfectly flat against the surface.  I
decided that they needed some attention too, so I moved my hands from her
ass to the ribbons, straining to keep her breasts covered.  Laura put my
hands back on her ass, as she slowly opened the front, ribbon by ribbon,
until the teddy was fully open and her breasts were exposed.  I moved my
mouth to her nipples, and they sprang out from her breasts at the first
touch of my tongue, and became pointed and hard.

   Laura's noises got a little louder and a little more throaty, and they
matched her breathing.  I stood her up, with my hands on her ass, and I
stood as well.  My hard on was raging, and I had to get it out of the
confines of my pants.  I unbuckled and unzipped and pulled my pants off
while Laura unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my t-shirt over my head.

   When Laura looked down, she cried out "Oh my, its bigger than my
husbands!" which didn't hurt my ego any.

   I sat back down, but I slipped Laura's string panty down her legs and
off before I sat her back down on my lap in a straddle.  This time, I
pulled her close to me, so my penis was making contact with her pussy. 
Evidently she never shaved herself down there, because it was hairy and
dense, and the feeling of the hair further stimulated my full hard on.

   Laura's sounds were now moans, as my hands caressed not only her ass but
her pussy from behind as well.  She was unexpectedly moist, and since I was
more than hard, I figured it was time.  I pulled her closer to me, and she
was practically sitting on my penis, but it wasn't positioned correctly. 
And, she didn't seem to know how to help.  I raised her up just a bit,
moved one hand to my penis and one to her pussy lips.  I took some effort
but I got them spread enough to surround the head of my manhood.  I lowered
her down slowly, and I could feel her straining to accept it.

   My hands returned to her ass, and as I massaged and rubbed it, Laura
seemed to loosen up a bit.  Slowly but surely she was setting down on my
penis.  It felt tight, like I expected a virgin pussy to feel, not loose
and well-used like the my neighbor Darlene's.  As her cunt pressed by
penis, my penis pressed back, maintaining its size.  Finally she was down,
and my penis was completely covered by her love channel.  The penetration
was deep, perhaps deeper than anyone else had ever been with Laura.  We
were both sweating from the effort and exertion, and our bodies clung to
each other, her pointed breasts rubbing across my chest.

   But fucking is an active verb, and I wanted to fuck furiously with this
woman.  I began rocking back and forth, to get some friction going.  This,
combined with my hands behind her, allowed me to get us moving in a very
pleasurable way.  Soon, it wasn't just me moving.  Laura began her own
movements, thrusting her pelvis forward to try and envelop more of me.  In
fact, she was thrusting so hard her pubic bone was smashing into me,
causing as much pain as pleasure.  I guess she was trying to exercise her
"G" spot, but using an unusually violent technique.  Her moans were now
cries out loud, as we bashed our sex organs against each other in a frenzy
I didn't know was possible.  My orgasm came suddenly, and I felt myself
spurting inside of her for a long time as our rhythm slowed but continued.
Laura's orgasm wasn't detectable amongst her cries and squeezing and
enthusiastic movements.

   Eventually, we stopped.  Laura picked up her bathrobe and the bits of
black she had removed and retreated to her room and didn't come out for the
rest of the evening.  The next day, Laura came back to our house with a
satisfied grin and a new job.  I figured she presented differently after
our encounter, but I'll never be able to prove it.  She moved out almost
immediately, now that she was employed.  I still call her once in a while,
but we haven't gotten back together since that first time.  She probably
thinks I'm too young for her.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 6

   An Original HM Tale

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