Entertain Yourself with the Stockings

You dropped your messenger bag, and tossed your coat to the sofa as you hastily pushed past the door into your apartment. You shut it, and locked it deftly, though your hand trembled as it grasped the deadbolt knob and turned.

Fuck... were you shivering? You put your hand to your head, suddenly realizing you had broken out in a cold sweat. It was chilly outside, but nowhere near what you were feeling. Your higher functioning mind chastised you for the lack of stoicism. This uncharacteristic haste made you feel a bit foolish, and emotionally fickle. But the fairies dancing in your belly and the short breaths suppressed those more rational admonishments. With a strange delight you picked up the stockings, then suddenly feeling paranoid scurried to your bedroom, where you felt some greater degree of privacy. There, sitting on the edge of your bed, you stripped down to your grey undershirt, and tight sports boxers.

You hold the stockings up, and rub them gently against your cheek. They're soft. Very soft. The fibers catch slightly on your faint stubble. You screw up your face in reflection. You should have shaved this morning, but your facial hair comes in slow. It had been 3 days since you shaved, and you could usually get away with 4. The idea of scratching these stockings filled you with an unreasonable concern though, so you stopped.

Your heart began to pound at the thought of what you were about to do next. It wasn't like this was that big of a deal. It's just stockings. Guys sometimes wear stockings... And even if they don't, it's not like anyone will ever know. With a sigh that was far too shallow and tense, you begin to slip the colorful apparel past one of your toes, and gently wiggle it up your leg. Then immediately blanch. This isn't right. Your hairy leg just ruins the experience.

Colorful soft fabric hugging porcelain white skin. Sliding gently, ever so gently, up a sensitive leg.

The sensual thought ripples through your mind.

Maybe... You can still fulfill the fantasy? You wonder as your mind turns to your razor in the bathroom. Maybe you should shave more than just your face tonight?