My name is Joe Pistone and I am a Special Agent with the FBI. I have been with the bureau for ten years and I was expecting a promotion to a senior position. I was about to have my review with the boss and I was getting excited about it. "Please take a seat," Director Smith said to me. I sat down and looked at him with a smile on my face. "I've been reviewing your file and you have been doing a great job," he said. "Thank...

Being a gentleman and wanting to make Sarah's day special while also wanting to fuck with Blair's head, I had roses delivered to Sarah's advanced placement math class in the morning with a note: Thinking of you. From your secret admirer. In the afternoon, in her AP English class, it was chocolates... again with the same message, as those were the two classes I knew Blair had with her. I did it to be sweet. I did it to mak...

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked, shaking my head in disgust. "He wants you to go down on him, but won't go down on you?" "Yeah, he actually has made me pretty insecure about myself, especially now that he dumped me for Brittany." "Brittany?" I repeated. "Yeah." "She is a lot bigger slut than I am," I joked. "Yeah, but he got what he wanted," she said, tears beginning to fill her eyes again. I stood up and wrapped my...

Seeing my sister looking so sad broke my heart. Unlike most teenage brother and sister relationships, we got along—always had—perhaps it was because we spent nine months together in our mother's womb. Even though fraternal rather than identical, we still seemed to share some of that mystical twin bond you hear so much about. I saw Sarah as my best friend. The one I could share all my secrets with, and she felt the same wa...

As I worked the nylon stocking down her calf, I leaned in and kissed her bare knee. My mother made little cooing sounds above me. "Mmmm. That's it," she said. "Now you're getting it." By the time I'd pulled my mother's other nylon off her leg, my dick was absolutely throbbing. Mom's pussy was dripping wet. Her chest had begun to heave. She was staring at the huge bulge in my pants. My mother is horny. My gorgeous, sexy, s...

"When the body of the stocking is complete, the weaver lays them on a flat bed, folds them lengthwise and sews them along the back of the stocking, creating a gorgeous seam as they go. Then voila! You have a fully-fashioned nylon stocking." Hearing my Mom talk about nylons while looking and touching them on her legs was - inspiring. My cock was rock hard now. My little sex brain started to take over, emboldening me to ask...

I was going out for the evening with a new gentleman friend of mine and wanted to look really sexy. I decided to treat myself and take myself into London for a little shopping. I got dressed in a summery dress which would be easy to slip on and off if I was trying on clothes and wore a white satin suspender belt and some sheer stockings. I put them on carefully as I didn’t want to ladder them and clipped them in place wit...

I happened to look up as you walked in. You stopped just inside the door, taking a moment to glance around to get an idea of the place before you committed to entering. You adjusted the strap of your purse and crossed to the counter. You tilted your head back to read the menu, waiting for the man ahead of you to finish, and I put down my newspaper to admire you. You wore a blue suit with a knee-length skirt, a slit runnin...

Chapter 4 - Spanked By The Photocopier Salesman It was what I thought, just an average day in the office. I arrived wearing my usual office-type clothes. I had on a very short, smart blue pinstripe skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse underneath. I was also wearing my trademark fully-fashioned nude stockings and a satin suspender belt which held them up with metal clasps and obviously I had on a sexy pair of high he...

Chapter 2 - Flirting And Flashing My Panties And Stockings At The Builders I do love to flirt and there are some very sexy-looking young builders who are working on a site not too far from where I live. I had been thinking about some sexy chat with one of these builders and it got me so turned on that I started to masturbate thinking about what our sexy chat could lead to. I thought about lots of very naughty things and a...

I checked my watch. I was late but what else was new. Work started at nine and I intended to arrive about ten minutes after that. But it wasn’t my fault; the public transportation in this city is terrible. The bus was late or the taxi got caught in traffic. I know I could get up earlier, but my bed is just too comfy for that. Today I took the bus to work, but still had to walk a block to reach the office. The street was c...

Monday I started noticing my mother as a real woman when I moved back home after my first year in college residence. When I arrived at the train station, she wrapped me in her arms and crushed me to her body. I returned the hug, of course, and having been exposed to the comings and goings of college women every day, I had gained a new appreciation for their more mature…attributes. Mom was wearing a mid-calf-length dress,...

When I was a very young girl, I loved to play dress-up. What little girl doesn’t though, right? I loved to dig through my Mom’s clothes and shoes and jewelry. I would always pick out frilly dresses and skirts with ruffles and high-heeled shoes. I wore tights back then, all the time. Now don’t get me wrong. I loved to get dirty too! I would make mud pies in red clay dirt in Alabama and get covered from head to toe with goo...

I approached the women’s lingerie department with great trepidation. Normally, I cruise by the hanging bras and panties; averting my eyes and looking to the far horizons of the store for the men’s department. But today, I was on a mission and I had come to the department store early to avoid any semblance of a crowd and to, hopefully, find someone who might be able to help me find whatever it was I was looking for. My wif...

We met at the park like we agreed to do on over the phone the night before. When I saw her sitting at the picnic table, my heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful. Black shoulder length hair and dark brown eyes. On the phone she told me she was half white and half Mexican. I had seen her picture on the internet profile and already knew she was beautiful. I walked to the picnic table still taking in the view. She was weari...