An Evening's Pleasure in Plastic Panties

I always buy pull-up panties, elasticated all round the waist and legs. The stretchy freedom of wearing these is much more exciting than the pop-stud plastic panties I've seen and which also don't appeal to me. I take some time fingering and smelling my panties and running them slowly across my chest and belly and face, up and down my thighs and along the length of my uncut cock which is by now thickening and becoming sensitive to the lightest touch. I take such tremendous delight in the perversity in which I'm about indulge.

I love the little puckers into which the elastic at the waist and legs draws the plastic of my panties, it's delightful. I draw my fingers into and down the little folds, stretching and smoothing them out and watching entranced as they immediately pucker up again with the passing of my fingers. I stretch and release the panties, marvelling at their smooth milky texture, teasing my nose and lips and cheeks with the yielding plastic fabric. I inhale the lovely smell, always rose scented and no matter how well I wash them at the end of an evening, the aroma of sex can always be detected, even if only faintly. I marvel at the soft crackling that emanates from the plastic as I touch and fondle them, my cock stiffens some more.

Now, checking first that they're the right way around, I hold the panties out in front of me and insert first one stockinged, frilly-socked foot and then the other into the leg holes. I draw them upward pausing and stretching my toes when my feet emerge, admiring the lacy frills of my white ankle socks contrasting with and complimenting the crinkly plastic garment. As the panties reach mid-calf level, the sheer black nylon of my stockings is revealed above the little socks.

There is simply no practical need for anyone to wear these frilly little socks with stockings, that's part of what thrills me so about wearing them. As I said, the only reason for them, is to provoke sexual pleasure in the wearer and in anyone else lucky enough to view them being worn. To combine these delightfully frilly little things with smooth stretchy nylon stockings is so completely unnecessary as to be just a perfect statement of sexual perversity. To anyone observing, it says, "I'm wearing these because they arouse me, I hope they arouse you too."