Hely and Cindy play with red and green pantyhose. Pantyhose wake up call

I travel for a living so I stay in a different city and hotel every week. Not as exciting as some people think, in fact rarely does anything of interest occur. I was north of Boston in a conference center and rented a conference room along with my sleeping room.

For my guests at the conference I ordered the standard fare of danish and coffee. A waiter/server was attending to my meeting throughout the morning and after several days I noticed how attentive he was being; “Is everything to your liking?” or “Are you satisfied…?” that kind of stuff. This went on for several days.

On Thursday morning he caught me outside enjoying a cigarette and asked me if there was anything, anything at all that he could do for me so, I thought, what the hell? “Yes, I couldn’t hear my wake up call this morning is there any way you could send someone up to knock on my door at six AM?”

He had a big smile and said; “Of course, anything, and I mean anything, you want. Is there anything else?”

I went for it; “Yes, no matter who it is could you make sure they are wearing a pair of pantyhose and a hard-on. You said anything!”

He was still smiling now, even more broadly than before; “I will handle that request personally!” He was now smoking a cigarette of his own and his back was half turned away from me when he said; “Any color preference, I have them all?”

I almost passed out from the blood rushing in a non-thinking direction and my mouth was bone dry; “Surprise me!”

He turned and asked what time, I told him six and I went inside to finish up the meeting. My face felt beet red and I was sure my erection was showing. I will admit I was excited and more than nervous.

When I was packing up my papers my ‘friend’ came into the conference room and we were alone, doors open but we could talk. He started, but seemed a little nervous and so was I. He said he was very surprised at what I said and before he could finish I apologized, said I was just kidding etc… I wasn’t sure if i offended him. We had an uncomfortable silence and he said he wanted to show me something.

He looked around to ensure our privacy and then untucked the side of his uniform shirt and pulled up the waistband of nude colored pantyhose, at least the band. I was hypnotized! He said he was instantly turned on by my colorful description of the wake up call and wanted to know how I knew he wore hose.

I told him I didn’t know and was just pushing him because he kept saying; “anything at all… whatever you want, etc… It was, as I explained an absolute ’shot in the dark’ when I suggested the pantyhose and a hard-on. But, I admitted, he wouldn’t walk away disappointed if he did show up. He smiled and said he had a wonderful idea; did we have to wait until morning or could he visit me that night. YES! I said, what time. We set the date and I was now shifting into anticipation. Part three upon request.

I finally heard a discrete knock at the door and when I opened it he rushed in because he was not allowed, as an employee, to visit a guests room. I quickly closed the door and there we stood, face-to-face. We were obviously both a little nervous.

I sat at the desk and asked if I could pour him a drink from my modest bar, (bourbon, vodka and mixers) he asked for a vodka and tonic. As I began to pour he asked if he could use the bathroom. I noticed he picked up a paper grocery bag he must have brought in with him. The shower turned on and I must have had three stiff drinks before the shower went off and the door opened.

Before he went in the shower he was wearing a pair of khaki pants, sneakers and a loose fitting polo shirt. He seemed average in looks and body. In all actuality he was unremarkable. I would have had a hard time describing him to the police if I ever had to but what stepped out of the shower was an entirely different person indeed. One I will never forget.

He was wearing a pair of sheer-to-the-waist black pantyhose and 5 in spiked heels and a hard-on that was at least 7 inches, not that I measured. My mouth dropped open. He was well sculpted for pantyhose. The legs were long and shapely, the ass was well rounded, almost athletic and the thighs were very nice indeed. He spent several minutes smoothing out and re-shaping the pantyhose until he was satisfied he looked 100%. HE DID!

He slowly approached the desk chair so I could better appreciate it and he allowed me, encouraged me, to fondle his legs, ass and thighs. He kept asking if i liked it and would almost purr every time I touched him. I am, I must admit, a slave to ANYONE in pantyhose so when he would suggest something, no matter what i would willingly and enthusiastically comply.

We must have spent the better part of an hour at the little desk with me feeling, touching and complying until he asked me to stand up. I did and he looked me in the eyes and told me that he desperately wanted me to drop to my knees and provide service, through the sheer hose to his completion. He said that was the only way he could ‘get off’. Eyes open, man on his knees with the pantyhose clad package in a guys willing mouth………ERUPTION!!!!! For both of us. That was the first time I ever recall a mutual, perfectly timed orgasim!