Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an1022@anon.penet.fi (Claudia_)
Subject: A Night In Amsterdam (pantyhose, mf, tv)
Date: Thu,  2 Jun 1994 14:00:14 UTC

	I may not be a great writer, but the following is a true
story.

			  A Night In Amsterdam

	It was a rather chilly January night in Amsterdam. My plane
landed in the late afternoon and since there were no connecting
flights until next morning, I had made plans to stay overnight.

	I changed some money and then took the train from the airport
to the down-town and checked in the KLM hotel just across the railway
station. On the way to my room a bellboy offered me a specially
discounted ticket to "one of the local clubs", nicely loaded with
anything that you may desire, from drugs to ladies of the night. The
bellboy was kind of disappointed when I said, "Thanks, but no thanks."

	In the room, I opened the suitcase, unpacked some of my
things, and then just lied on the bed and watched the ceiling. It was
a one night stay in Amsterdam that I have been waiting for so long. I
said to my self, "This is it - it's now or never."

	After taking a shower, I changed into some fresh clothes and
even put on a tie. Then I took out the suitcase the pantyhose that I
have bought for the occasion. They were black, very sheer, with
reinforced toes and control top. For a second I thought of putting
them on, underneath my slacks, but because of a risk of getting
overexcited I abandoned the idea, and instead rolled them up and
slipped them into my pocket.

	Without much sense of direction, I left the hotel and walked
back towards the railway station. A couple of guys walking in front of
me, were joking about hitting on the red light district, so I simply
decided to follow them. After crossing a nearby canal, I was
pleasantly surprised to notice, that we were already there.

	There were several strets along the canals, full of two-story
house with lit windows. Just walking by those windows was a treat:
behind each of them there was one or more, "ladies of the night"
smiling invitingly at potential customers. Most of them were wearing
just lingerie, or at most some type of a see-through nightie. There
were also a couple of ladies putting on their stockings in the full
view of the window.

	I had a whole night, so I did not want to rush it. I made a
couple of rounds up and down the canals, again and again looking for
the woman, that is going to fulfill my dream: me wearing pantyhose
when making love to her. Never before I had the courage to ask any of
my girlfriends to fulfill that dream. It was a fear of rejection, a
fear of humiliation, but now everything seemed so easy. You pay $50,
do your thing and perhaps even have a feeling you are respected for
your small perversion.

	The ladies were of all possible races and types, from African
to European and Asian, from dark to blond, which made the choice that
much harder. After much contemplation, I finally knocked on a window
of a beautiful Asian lady who was wearing nothing but black fishnet
stockings and black panties. She had very dark hair, beautiful smile
and even more beautiful body. I found out later she was from Laos.

	She opened the door and after I entered she drew the curtain
behind us. She told me we can do whatever I want. To her great
surprise, I pulled out the pantyhose and told her that I want to put
them on. She did not quite understand, what I meant, so she thought
she was supposed to wear them. Then we both laughed as I said:, "No,
_I_ want to wear them."

	The room was very small, with just a bed and a table. I sat on
the bed and undressed while Nok was stretching out the pantyhose,
trying to figure out which is the front. Then she kneeled at my feet
and rolled the black pantyhose up my legs. The pantyhose were new so
they were getting their first stretch. For a second I was almost
afraid they will be too small, but Nok skillfully pulled them all the
way to my thighs and then past my hips. Then she ran her cold fingers
up my legs and all the way to my excited balls and penis, encased in
black nylon. I was ready to come right there, and when she saw that,
she released the grip and asked playfully, "Do you want to fuck me?"

	She did not even wait for the answer, but instead rolled down
the pantyhose and then put a condom on my throbbing member. Then she
climbed onto the bed, pulled down her black panties and spread her
stockinged legs. From all the excitement I had a hard time rolling
myself on the top of her and then tried to get myself inside her. Then
I again felt her cold fingers on my penis guiding it into her
womanhood, until it was all the way in.

	I felt such a strong gratitude towards this woman whom I did
not even know an hour ago, and who was doing all the right moves. It
therefore came as a chilly remainder, where I am and with who I am,
when she said, "Don't kiss me darling - I am working". That is what you
get paying for a woman ...

	"Well," I said to myself, "I might at least make it last
longer if I am already paying for it." When I pushed my penis in and
out of her I was trying to keep my thought on something else, just not
to come too quickly. That was kind of hard, specially because of a
large mirror next to the bed, where I could see this beautiful woman,
wearing nothing but fishnet stockings, her legs wrapped around my
body, and myself wearing nothing but dark pantyhose, making love like
an animal.

	Nok was rubbing her legs against mine, creating the most
incredible sensation of nylon rubbing against nylon. I was resisting
quite well, but when I felt Nok's cold fingers reaching for the
waistband of the pantyhose and then pulling the pantyhose past my ass
and up to my hips, with me still inside her, I just could not hold
back anymore. I screamed, "I am coming," and with that shot the biggest
load in my life.

	The next thing I knew, I wanted to get rid of the pantyhose
and get the hell out of that place. Nok hold up the pantyhose and
asked, "Can I keep them?" I wondered for a second and then said, "Sure."
I gave her a big tip, opened the door, and was welcomed by the cold
Amsterdam air.