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The Instagram Meet

It started a few months ago with an Instagram (IG) feed. The person’s posts were fairly innocuous even quite normal actually. She was definitely not a porn star. She wasn’t someone who got paid to post naughty pictures. However, every now and again there was a post of legs. Very nice legs. Very nice legs in glorious pantyhose.

You could tell by the evolution of her feed that Victoria started to enjoy the attention her pantyhosed leg pictures garnered. Food pics had maybe 20-30 likes. Her legs in hose jumped to upwards of 80 likes. Could you blame her? Who wouldn’t like getting noticed like that?

I never had any aspirations to troll hashtags and even meet people from IG. However, it just so happened that Victoria had the type of feed that suggested she was mentally balanced. Not some whacko only posting pictures of herself for the attention and attention alone. It also was a strange coincidence that I was going to be in her state in the next few weeks. But then again…it’s a big state. Would I be anywhere near her? Should I even ask her to meet? I’m sure she’d take one look at my IG feed and think “Ohhhh HELL NO. This guy is a total creeper.”

Either way, I decided to reach out and take that shot. What’s the old saying, “you’ll always miss 100% of the shots you don’t take?” So I did. Much to my surprise she was super cool and super laid back about me asking about the area. I tabbed her for food ideas first before the hint of suggesting we meet up.

But then I did. And she agreed. I was in total shock but of course pleasantly surprised. I mean come on. A girl who wears pantyhose isn’t everything in life. She’s beautiful, intelligent (or at least as intelligent as you can sound posting pictures) and THEN there’s the fact that she likes to wear pantyhose. Even if it is for the attention, I couldn’t care less. She wears them.

It should be noted that not once did I ask her to wear pantyhose. Much to my surprise being that I live in a hotter more humid climate, the nights were nice. Naturally, I was hopeful. We batted around a couple of ideas on where to go but in the back of my head I thought it was at least 85% that she was going to either back out or just pull a no-show. Most of the day leading up to our encounter, I was excited yet had a calmed reserve thinking ‘meh, this isn’t really going to happen.’

Towards the end of the afternoon, an email came through. From Victoria. With an attachment. It was a picture of her crossed legs. In heels. And pantyhose. I almost came in my shorts. Ok. Not really. But almost instantly I was hard. Still photos don’t necessarily do it for me but knowing I was about to see those legs in a matter of hours was enough to get a chubby going.

If that did anything, it increased my desires and also my anxieties about the evening. Now I’m thinking OMG, is this actually going to happen? What am I going to do? She knows I am helpless around a beauty in pantyhose. I didn’t ask her to wear them. What’s going through her head? Will I be able to touch her legs? Is she just doing this to be a horrible tease? Will I be able to lick her pussy? Rub the gusset into her pantyhose so it gets soaked in her juices?

Or will it be hands off? Do I stay at an arms length? Will I come off as a creeper? So many things get guys nervous but you add pantyhose to the mix and even guys with the fetish go nuts with anticipation…and anxiety.

Later that evening, the time came. She knew I didn’t get a rental car on my trip so she offered to come pick me up. I didn’t know what she drove so I guess she could just see me and drive on. Or never show up to begin with. Just about right on time a very nice black sedan pulled up and it was Victoria. She was every bit of the person from her IG. I took a deep breath. Obviously, meeting someone “true” from IG is a bit easier than just the regular old internet with much more anonymity. I saw loads of pics of her so you’re almost certain that’s the person. That would take a shitton of hijacking pics to pull off a fake IG.

Yes. She is hot. She wore a form-fitting turquoise and white striped dress. It was very soft to the touch. She was still wearing the pantyhose she pic’d me earlier that day. I’m not a foot guy with the smelling addiction but imagine if I were. That would be heaven. *IF* I were to get that far with her. I peered over at her legs. Often. I’m sure she noticed. I’m sure she didn’t mind. They looked so good. I wanted to reach over and rub her legs right then. I wanted my hands all over her. I wanted to touch her calves. I wanted to touch her feet. I wanted to massage her thighs and between her thighs.

We had some idle chit chat on the way to dinner. Victoria was great. Just as I expected. Intelligent. Flirty. Witty. Confident. Sexy. Those are in no particular order, by the way. You could tell her personality was fun and I’d be able to joke around with her.

Dinner was fairly uneventful. There was no sexually charged conversation. We actually talked about life. I actually hoped our conversation would be normal. I didn’t want her thinking that pantyhose, women in pantyhose and sexy pantyhosed legs were all I could talk about. Except at one point, I got to peek inside her mind. I think she wanted the conversation to turn to her legs and her pantyhose. It was clear that no matter what we talked about; Victoria knew that her pantyhose and her legs turned me on. So she brought up a couple of mosquito bites. Guess where they happened to be? We were at a small two-person rooftop table. She slid her legs out from under the table. They were crossed and amazing. It was all I could do to not reach over and massage her calf right there in front of the entire restaurant. But she showed me her mosquito bites on her legs. Ohhh, those legs. She pointed to the little spots on her calved and her thigh. Even with everyone else around on the roof of the restaurant I could only imagine rubbing those legs. Rubbing her bites to scratch…without scratching of course. Yes, I was getting hard at dinner.

Dinner ended and we decided to take a walk by the waterfront. It was cool. Romantic actually. I wanted to grab her hand but thought it to be way to forward. This wasn’t a date after all really. Just a meet. Right?

We strolled on the boardwalk for a while. The wind was kicking up. She had already had a jacket. I didn’t. Of course, if I had, I would have been a gentleman and offered it to her. It was nice. Dimly lit and not completely crowded. We walked over to a set of benches off one of the piers and sat down. We sat next to each other. She crossed her legs. She brought up her annoying bites again. One mid-calf. One upper thigh. Not being able to stop myself, I reached over and rubbed her calf. Her eyes closed slightly. I rubbed up and down her leg. I got up to her thighs which required a bit of my hand to go up her dress. I was offered no resistance.

Much to my surprise she wanted to take pictures with my hands all over her legs. And post them to IG. She asked. Of course, I obliged. She snapped a few pics. Some with my hands on her calf. Some on her thigh. All showing her lovely nude pantyhose. I knew it was to make her pantyhose IG fans jealous. And I was perfectly ok with it. They were my hands rubbing her legs.

After the pictures, my hands would practically never leave her legs. We were sitting side by side on the bench. I eased to the end of the bench and took hold of her ankles. I guided them up to the bench so she slid back. Her ass, feet and legs were now on the bench facing me. Her legs were bent with her knees up while I rubbed her feet and calves. The back of her dress would lay flat while her legs were up. Although it was dim, I could see her ass. When she slightly opened her legs, I could see her gusset. And she did open her legs. Holy hell it was so hot. She wouldn’t spread eagle, of course. But she allowed my hands to go wherever they liked. And they liked it all. I rubbed up and down her thighs. Front and back. My hands made it between her legs on occasion. Remember that I mentioned it was windy and cool? Between her legs was legitimately steamy. I had wondered if she had panties on. I wondered if this was turning her on. I wondered if her pussy was getting wet. Or if it was already soaked. I wanted to taste her right then. On the pier. With everyone around. I didn’t care. It was all I could do to keep my hands from camping out between her legs and just rubbing her pussy through her gusset.

Clearly, I was enjoying the moment of rubbing her legs. She occasional moved her feet between my legs. Although I had khakis on, of course my balls felt when her feet would nestle underneath them.

People would walk by. Teens on their bikes and skateboards. Couples. Friends just out taking a stroll. All kinds of people. On more than one occasion I saw a guy eye Victoria’s legs. More so my hands on them. I’m sure he was jealous. I could have sworn one guy walking hand-in-hand with his girlfriend gave me the “Dude head nod” with a wry smile as he walked by. Dark or not, you could tell Victoria had fantastic legs. And she laid back while I rubbed them. She gave no care, no fleeting thought to who would be watching. Knowing her IG feed, I’m sure she loved the attention. I wondered the reaction I’d get if I buried my face between her legs. I just wanted to see if she was wet. I knew I had pre-cum going. I figured by her reaction and the fact that she never told me to stop that she was enjoying it. I wanted my fingers and tongue insider her pussy though. Badly.

Occasionally I would hear the clicking of a camera shutter. There were people on the boardwalk with huge cameras with the telephoto lenses. I actually wondered if they would be able to capture shots of my hands up Victoria’s dress. Offended? No. Hell, I’d have asked them for a copy if I were sure they snapped any pictures.

I told her flat out that if she wanted to leave, she would need to tell me. I would sit there all night to the wee hours rubbing her legs if she allowed me. I didn’t think she was bored. I know she enjoyed me massaging her. I heard more than one sigh of relaxation. I had hoped for me. I hoped her pantyhose were getting wet. I hoped the cotton gusset was damp with her sweet nectar. And I hoped that soon I would be exploring the rest of her body.

The wind picked up on the boardwalk and Victoria sat up. Sensing she might be ready to go, I did end up asking her if she wanted to leave. But not for the evening. I asked if she wanted to go back to my hotel. She nodded. I reached down for one of her high heels and grabbed the back of her right foot. I slid her heel on and then the other. With a last caress up her calf, we stood up to walk back to her car. Luckily, the dim lighting hid my hard cock residing inside my shorts.

I rubbed her thighs on the drive back. Thankfully, it wasn’t that long of a drive. We got up through valet parking and got in the elevator. I hit the button for the top floor. It was just us. Almost. At the last moment, an older gentleman stuck his hand through the closing doors. They opened back up and he got in and pressed the button to his floor.

Victoria and I were in the back of the elevator. With the man in front of us, she put her right hand down towards me and started to slowly rub at my cock. I audibly gasped. I’m sure he noticed but he didn’t turn around. Victoria kept gently rubbing me; feeling that she instantly got a reaction. I was getting harder and harder. She looked at me and bit her lip in this coy way as if she had no idea that was going to happen. The elevator slowed down and then stopped. It was his floor and he got off. Before the door even closed, Victoria had unzipped my fly and reached her hand inside to grab my cock. She lightly touched her finger to the tip of my dick and got some of my precum on it. Her finger went to her lips. Her eyes closed while she slid her finger in her mouth. She then stepped in front of me and lifted her soft dress up to her hips. She then bent down opening her knees while on the way down. I could easily see between her legs in the bright lights of the elevator.

With one hand she grabbed my shaft and with the other she slid it inside her pantyhose. With the mirrors of the elevator, everything she was doing was extremely visible. She held my cock beside her mouth and I saw her slide a finger inside her pussy. She moaned before taking my cock into her mouth. Although I knew there would be no time for a full blowjob, it felt amazing being inside Victoria’s mouth. After a few quick lip movements up and down my shaft; she took my member out and tucked it back in my short. She stood back up and straightened her dress as she rose. She didn’t even both zipping me back up.

We got to the top floor and proceeded to the room. As we got to the suite, I inserted my key. She went in first then I proceeded behind her. As the door shut, I locked and latched it. The room was already dimly lit as only one far lamp was left on. As Victoria was surveying the suite, I came up behind her. I moved her long, flowing hair to one side, exposing her neck. I started to kiss her neck and shoulders while my arms went around her waist. Victoria began to moan excitedly.

“Did you know how wet my pussy has been all night?” she asked.

“I wondered. I hoped.” I said as my lips and tongue caressed her skin.

I loosened the belt around her dress and took it off. I raised her dress above to her hips and my hands worked on her ass and thighs. The dress fell back down but my hands were already up inside. I was noticeably warmer underneath her dress. I licked and kissed her ass the backs of her legs. My hands sense their way up and down Victoria’s legs. They make their way inside her legs and up to her warm hole. With my right hand between her legs, but my thumb in on the seam of the ass of her pantyhose while my fingers rub her pussy. Her knees buckle and she moans louder. Her hand meets my hand between her legs as she assists me rubbing her nylons into her pussy.

I then put her hands straight onto her pantyhosed pussy and let her rub her cat herself. Her knees bend a little more. My hands make their way to the small of her back and further up her dress to her bra. After a quick ‘snap’ her bra is undone. Victoria quickly removed it herself through her sleeve. With my face rubbing against her ass, my hands moved up her thighs, across her belly and up to her breasts. Her nipples were already erect. She placed her hands on top of my again rubbing herself with me. Her hips were swaying even though there was no music playing. She moans and sighs as my hands move across her body.

Victoria raises her dress and slides it over her head. She moves closer to the bed and slowly crawls on top. Looking back and on all fours, she looks back at Pierce. She rubs her ass. Puts a finger on her gusset and licks her lips. She then pulls her hand under her stomach and reaches inside her pantyhose. In the dimly lit room, Pierce can barely see her. She spreads her lips with her fingers and slides one inside. She moans the loudest of the night so far. She then slides in two fingers. He can hear her juices flowing while making noises as her fingers go inside and out.

A finger rips through her pantyhose to open up a hole. The flap of her gusset still hangs and she slides her fingers back into her warm pussy. The cotton comes along and gets inserted in her pussy. It is getting soaked with her scented liquid. “You need to get over here” she proclaimed. “I need something inside me.”

Pierce crawls over as he was still on his knees when he was rubbing Victoria up and down. He crawls onto the bed and immediately licks her pussy from behind. He grabs her asscheeks and buries his face inside her. Victoria fingers start rubbing her clit while her pussy gets sucked. Pierce lightly spanks her ass once. Then twice. A faint red mark starts to show so he rubs it down. Victoria bends back and looks while her pussy is licked and rubs her tits with one hand.

Victoria inches away from his face for a moment and asks Pierce to crawl up on the bed. “Lie on your back” she asks. While he positions himself, Victoria stands up on the bed. She moves close to the wall and the headboard. She places her feet on either side of Pierce head. Looking up, he sees her pantyhosed calves. Higher are her pantyhosed thighs. And higher still is her pussy. Still with the gusset soaking inside her pussy. Victoria rubs her pussy while standing above him. Pierce grabs his cock and starts stroking. Pre-cum has literally dripped down the shaft of his throbbing member. She put her hands down to her pussy and spreads her lips open. “Do you want inside here?” she asks with an evil grin on her face.

Slowly, Victoria lowers herself onto his chest. She grabs the headboard and drags her dripping pussy across his neck. Then up his chin before she settles herself on his mouth. Then she grinds her pussy into his face. All over his face. She literally wipes her juices all over him. Nose. Cheeks. Forehead. Everywhere as though she is marking her territory.

With his tongue thrust deep inside her, Victoria rubs her tits while he licks her and drinks her juices. She then places her hands on either side of his head, just above him.

“I need your cock inside me now” she says.

She slowly raises her feet almost to Pierce’ shoulders. It opens her legs up so wide for his view. She moves herself back and grinds her pussy into his chest and stomach on the way down to his cock. She grabs his dick and rubs his tip against her pussylips. Of course there is no lubrication needed as Victoria is well wet. She inserts his tips then positions herself to lower the rest of the way down taking him all inside her. She doesn’t bounce back up. She grinds on him feeling his cock around inside her dripping hole.

After grinding around a few times she starts grinding from front to back. Rubbing her clit against his pelvis. She forcefully grips onto his chest while she’s grinding. The sweat is starting to build on both of them the room is heating up. Victoria moans and moves her hair from side to side. Pierce slides his arms up her back while she rides him and grabs her hair and pulls it down. Her head turns skyward exposing her milky soft neck.

“Can you fuck me? Really hard!” she asks.

She hops off and Pierce gets off the bed. He flips her on her back and grabs her hips over to the edge of the bed. He grabs her ankles and spreads her legs open Victoria takes hold of his cock and easily slips him back inside her. Pierce starts pumping her; slowly at first. Then he gradually gets faster and harder. Soon their legs are loudly slapping against each other. Her moans and grunts match his thrusts exactly. Victoria rubs her clit with one hand while her pussy gets pounded. She is holding her breath while she more so grunts with each forceful drive into her. She grips her own leg tightly as she begins to cum. With each thrust, Pierce gets closer and closer himself. After she exclaims a passionate scream he pulls his cock out and crawls up beside her. Victoria quickly grabs his cock and strokes him. She spits on his dick and strokes faster as he moans out and blow his huge load all over her luscious tits.

As the heartbeats begin to calm, he hears her say “next time you should cum on my pantyhose so I can take a picture for Instagram.”

Let’s go take a shower.

To be continued…