The Invitation Part 4

thigh between the lace of the stocking and his crotch. Jack repeated the
process with the other leg and then, with some difficulty, attached the
straps to the tops of the stockings. He straightened up and saw his
reflection in the mirror. Added to the sensation of the silken stockings
on his legs and the cinch of the suspender belt about his waist he began to
feel himself beginning to become engorged once again and his cock twitched
forward a little as it began to swell.

"God, sweetie, what are we going to do with you?" asked sally with mock
exasperation in her voice. "You are insatiable aren't you? And you are
really getting into this lingerie thing!"

"Sorry honey," mumbled Jack. "It's the stockings and everything - it
just feels so good against my skin and I can't help it."

"I know, sweetie. It's all part of the fun of being a girl!" she
laughed. "But you'll just have to learn some self control like the rest of
us have to! And anyway, we need to save something for later," she said.

"What, you mean after the party?" Jack asked.

"Yes, of course. After the party. Now get some underwear on while you
can still squeeze it into your pants!"

Jack laughed and turned away from the mirror. He walked over to the
dresser and opened the top drawer and, reaching inside, he pulled out a
pair of his customary pair of boxer shorts.

"No, not those," Sally said from behind him. "Put these on instead." He
looked at what she was holding in her hand and saw a pair of black lace
boyshorts that he hadn't seen before and boyshorts was not Sally's usual
style.

"They're new," he said. "Are they yours?"

"Ours," she said with a smile. "Put them on. Your boxers would look
silly with a suspender belt and stockings, and you need to get used to the
sensation of wearing the whole outfit."

"Where did you get these?" Jack asked.