Candice Walker had just left the office after another boring day of answering phones and greeting clients as she headed the front of the busy law office she had been working at for six years. She sighed to herself as she rested into the seat of her Honda Pilot and laid her purse in the passenger seat. She closed her eyes for a moment then opened them lazily, looking into her rearview mirror and glancing over her features.
Candice, at twenty-six she had practically grown up at the law firm straight out of high school. She stared back at her bright green eyes as she traced over the pointed features of her face, her pert nose, and almond eyes. Her lips parted as she let out an exhausted breath fluttering a stray lock of her brown hair into the air just to fall back on her soft features. She pursed her lips and pulled the seat belt over her small bust before starting the car.
Candice was your average young professional, with no real distinguishing characteristics beyond the norm. She was raised Methodist and was still a devout practitioner; she finished high school a year early, choosing to skip most of the extracurricular activities and having music as one of her only driving interests.
The radio kicked on moments after starting the car, leading her to hum the predictable tunes that flooded into her airwaves as she drove out of the parking garage. Candice’s green eyes peered toward the jamb packed toll road as she assessed her trip home. She rolled her eyes thinking to herself the waste of time she was about to endure lounging restlessly in the traffic.
As she waited at the red light while her mind mentally went off the checklist of things to do for the night. Work-out, groceries, dinner, then pick up a book and knock it out before bed. A pretty standard night actually. Going through the list she decided to forego the traffic and head to a nearby Gold’s gym instead of the one closer to her apartment. This diversion had become a new ritual for her as construction crews had seemingly destroyed the path home causing massive delays for the thousands of people that routinely used this particular artery into town. Finding ways to burn time and let the traffic die down was increasingly more interesting to her, ‘anything to put a damper on the mind-numbing boredom that is traffic.’ She traveled the short few blocks and parked at the busy gym, killed the ignition, and reached for her gym bag in the back seat before getting out. She flung her purse over her right shoulder followed shortly by the gym bag.
Her high heels clicked sharply on the pavement as she walked the aisles of cars into the massive gym, unaware of the few men in the parking lot checking her out as she strolled in. The inside was no different, once she walked through the doors her small-tight body demanded the attention of every living breathing male in the place. At five foot three inches, and barely a hundred-ten pounds, she was at her ideal weight. Her medium-length brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail minus one stray lock tracing her face. She smiled at the attendant as he greeted her and scanned her pass, handing her a fresh towel in the practiced automatic motion of the clerk. She blindly smiled, nodding her head before walking to the locker room to change.
The young brunette found an empty bench and laid her bags down before resting her lithe weight beside them. She kicked off her three-inch pumps and curled her toes under the cool air hitting her nyloned soles; her fingers traced down the buttons of her blouse quickly un-latching them and then untucking her white blouse from the modest navy skirt. She quickly took off her blouse revealing her small naked breast. She stood up from the bench and unbuckled the small accessorized belt from her waist, leading to the zipper, releasing the skirt from her slender waist. The skirt fell to the ground and she stepped over it, bending at the waist to collect it, fold it. She reached down and hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her nude pantyhose and began to peel them from her legs slowly, leaving her concealed only by a small pair of white French cut panties. She reached into her gym bag and pulled out a red sports bra and black shorts before putting them on; socks and running shoes followed.
Candice neatly folded her clothes and placed them in her bag before finding an empty locker to stow them in. She exited the locker room and headed upstairs to treadmills, where she could easily burn an hour or more alone. ‘Hey’ they greeted, She offered smiles to the multitudes of meatheads walking past her toward her destination. She ended up on the center treadmill amid three empty ones; soon after she was flanked by more men begging for her attention. Conversations were mainly superficial, with the men always finding amazement in that she was single, but no real substance after that.
Her workout was pretty uneventful for the next hour, as she hammered away on the belt beneath her. She was pretty new to this location so most of the fellow members were fresh to her, a nice change to the usual. As she began to cool down, out of the corner of her eye görükle escort she caught a familiar glance her way.
‘Candice?’ The older gentleman asked, ‘I didn’t know you worked out here.’
Candice slowed her run as she turned off the machine; smiling at her co-worker. ‘Oh, I don’t usually, just since they’ve started work on the toll road expansion I’ve been looking for ways to kill time while traffic dies down, you know?’
The lawyer was shaking his head, agreeing, before she even finished the sentence, ‘Yeah, I know. Hey, if you want to work out sometime let me know. It’s nice to have a familiar face to talk to up here.’ He smiled resting his fist on his hips.
‘Totally. If you want to hit some weights I’m up for that. I just got done with my cardio!’ She wiped the towel over her forehead as emphases.
‘Actually, I need to get going, the wife should have dinner ready in a few. But maybe tomorrow, just let me know, Okay?’ Her lips formed a genuine frown.
Candice too liked the idea of working out with John, he always seemed to respect her at work, and never treated her like an object, much like the rest of the office, or the world for that matter.
She muttered, ‘Okay. Sounds good.’ And waved as he walked off.
Another sigh to herself. ‘Seems all the good ones are taken…’
She thought briefly thinking John Simons over. Tall, handsome, proper, educated, married. ‘Ugh.’ Candice finished up her workout and headed back to the locker room for a quick shower and change of clothes. She stripped out of her gym clothes and grabbed a fresh towel and headed to the shower bank. Cleaning herself she noted the patch of thick brown hair on her pubic mound, noting that most of the women in the showers were either shaved or trimmed, something she had never been a fan of. The idea of doing that seemed to go against everything God had made her out to be. She couldn’t grasp the trend.
In the locker room, she made mental notes to herself, critiquing herself maybe. Noting the other trends in the room, the various different types of panties and bra’s they wore, some with slips, some in stockings, others in pantyhose, minus panties. Bras were never her thing either, her small A-cups really weren’t demanding of a bra. She wondered if she was just too traditional with panties too; thinking the thongs most of the women in the room were wearing, just looking uncomfortable. She slipped on a fresh pair of panties before putting her navy blue skirt back on.
Her eyes went back to a woman redressing in black pantyhose, heels, and no panties. She shook her head pulling a t-shirt from her bag. The idea of no panties, especially with pantyhose just seemed dirty to her, unclean, and risky. Having to wear them every day at work was bad enough, but thinking of the sanitary issues that women must deal with was something she didn’t understand, nor wanted to.
Somehow this jogged her mind of how her pantyhose supply had dwindled down as the pair she had worn today were her last. She pulled out her cell phone and checked the time, ‘Shit.’ She muttered. Thinking to herself, ‘I might have the time.’ She grabbed her bag and purse and slipped back into her heels and ran out of the gym to her car. The hosiery shop she frequented was at least ten minutes away and closed at 7 pm. She had thirty minutes. Candice detested the idea of wearing the same pair of hose the next day, relating this back to her sanitary concerns, and this was the closest shop where she could buy her favorite brands.
When she had just started working at the law office she dreaded the fact that she had to wear pantyhose every day as part of the dress code. Conversations and mild complaints had her directed by a fellow co-worker suggesting Wolford’s to her.
‘If nothing else they make wearing them more tolerable, despite the massive budget drain they are’ Lisa, the fashionista co-worker said, ‘even if they last longer.’
She raced across town in hopes to catch the store still open, just making it there with ten minutes to spare. She looked over the various selections and graphic packages, with a new package catching her eye. ‘Wolford Corpo Eclipse’ She wondered reaching for the package. The small sample of hose showed through the package contained beige pantyhose. Candice turned the package over and looked over the intriguing product only to find the back scripted in Italian. ‘Size S’, was all she could understand, so out of curiosity and more likely appealing product imagery, in this case, compelled her to add the sixty dollar pair to her small grouping of already pulled of various deniers of black’s, tan, white, and nudes.
Candice approached the counter where a professionally dressed salesperson was waiting, tapping her heel as she watched the clock.
‘Find everything okay?’ She asked with a fake smile.
‘Yep.’ Candice chirped. The salesperson rang up the ten purchases with the ‘Corpo Eclipse’ ringing void on the register.
‘Hmmm, that’s odd.’ The lady voiced, looking over the product, ‘I’ve never seen these before, and they aren’t ringing up.’
Her eyes looking over the package bursa merkez escort intently now. She punched the sticker price into the computer, ringing up the total.
‘It looks like Italian packaging. Interesting, they must have mixed this up in the shipment. I hope you don’t mind, it’s not going to print out on your receipt.’
Candice shrugged her shoulders, ‘That’s fine.’ Not thinking twice about it as she’s never had problems with Wolford’s before. ‘Not a big deal.’
The sales lady put the packages of hosiery into an aptly sized bag while the debit card processed the transaction.
‘Thanks, see you soon.’ She said automatically.
‘Thanks’ Candice turned on her heel, leaving the store. She started the car and decided to just go straight home, skipping the groceries tonight, just feeling tired and drained.
Twenty minutes later she was at her small apartment. She unpacked her gym clothes and hung them to air out, then turned on the TV. Something compelled her in the back of her mind to look at the odd pair of hosiery she purchased. She pulled the slender cardboard packaging from the bag and began to take the plastic wrapping off it, removing the insert with the carefully packaged beige hose. Her fingers ran over the ultra-soft material causing her to think these were probably the softest pair of Wolfords she had ever felt.
Candice unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of her heels and sat on the edge of the bed. She curled up one leg of the ultra-soft pantyhose into her hand and poised her foot into the opening, slowly pulling it over her toned calves, stopping just short of her upper thigh. She repeated the process on her left leg before pulling the hose up around her waist. She pulled her t-shirt from the binds that fell under the hose and smoothed her hands over her new purchase.
‘By far the softest pair of pantyhose ever. Wow, perfect fit too…’ she murmured. Seconds later a warming sensation bolted through her legs. Her hand came to her chest as she had to suddenly catch her breath. Again, a sharp heated shock wave flushed over her legs, causing her eyes to bug out in fear mixed with curiosity.
The flesh-toned pantyhose turned a gradual opaque white matching her bone-white panties almost instantly. The heat of the unique pantyhose grew more intense on her legs and she began to freak out. She attempted to hook her fingers under the elastic band but failed. The band had merged with her exposed skin above the panty line. A pasty white liquid began to seep out from the formfitting nylon around her waist. Her eyes grew and she nervously ran her hands over the nylon franticly.
‘What the funk! What the funk!’ she repeated nervously, ‘what the funk!!’
She was breathing heavily, running her legs in place as the heat began to reduce and the color of the hose shifted back to a transparent flesh tone. She stood in wonder as her panties under her hose had liquefied before her eyes. She looked at her natural brown bush crushed under the thick seam of the pantyhose and tried to pull at the material to get it off her. Nothing, she couldn’t grip the fabric to save her life.
The nylon began to warm up again, turning brown and opaque, ‘Oh no, oh no!’ She muttered as the heat built up against her legs. It felt hotter than before, almost a burn. Tears ran down her eyes as there was nothing she could do. Her hands jolted away from the reaction on the hot fabric, waving the air frantically trying to feebly cool her legs down the only way she could think at the time.
As quickly as the reaction started, it began to cool down and regain transparency, returning to the flesh-toned hose she had bought.
‘What the funk!’ she cried, tears running down her face.
Her thick brown bush was gone, as well as all her leg hair stubs. Beneath the thin nylon, it appeared she had just shaved her entire lower body. She was mortified. She ran her hands over the soft fabric, attempting to grab at it again, sensing that it was fused to her body.
‘Oh no…’ She left her bedroom rushing into the kitchen and opening the drawer pulling out a pair of scissors. She ran the blade over the nylon causing a small rip that healed as fast as the blade tore into it. She tried again, panting through her tears, attempting to score a finger under another fresh tear; failing as the fabric healed itself once more around her finger.
‘This is impossible.’ She cried dropping the scissors on the counter and running back to her bedroom, picking up the discarded Wolford packaging. She looked at the cardboard insert as the cryptic text bleached before her eyes. She turned it over quickly to the front of the package and the photograph was gone too. Nothing but a white piece of cardboard was left.
She sat down on the bed, her eyes peeled to her encased lower body. She shook her head with her hands braced behind her. Her lips turned over her teeth as she pressed them together. She brought her legs together and rubbed them together sending a wave of shocking pleasure through her body, originating at her clit. bursa sınırsız escort She shuttered loudly at the unexpected stimulation. She rubbed her hosed legs together again, harder, sending another more powerful jolt through her system, sending her eyes rolling back into her head, collapsing her upper body down onto the bed.
Candice woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring. The TV was still on in the living room as her senses attempted to readjust. She pushed herself off the bed and leaned over to the alarm, flipping the switch. Her legs cascading together in motion causing her eyes to flutter and hands spasm.
‘UHHHHgh’ she managed to get out. Her left hand bolted down to her sheathed sex and pressed against it in an attempt to stop it. The pantyhose were saturated down to her mid-thighs. ‘Oh my god.’ She said focusing on the situation. She stood up and carefully walked to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. She lifted her shirt up enough to see the implied waistband of the pantyhose.
The seam of her pantyhose perfectly centered over her public mound, parting her outer labia right in the middle, obscenely forcing her open. ‘eh’ She ran her right hand over the perfect seam stopping short of where it traveled over her clit. She could feel the connection, the tension as the hose was welded to her tiny sex bud. Candice was dumbfounded, she had never been that sexual of a person, and all of a sudden she was orgasming from a pair of pantyhose, pantyhose that had melded, or joined themselves to her and her sex.
She poked at the seam, causing her to fall back against the wall as the energy flooded her body. She cooed as her eyes fell shut lazily. Her left hand dropped the t-shirt and drunkenly reached for the wall to brace against. She rubbed her right hand against her clit through the nylon. Her knees buckled sending her to the ground as the most intense orgasm she had ever felt flooded her body. Her pussy was a gape, squirting and leaking out her juices onto the nude nylon, adding a gloss to her sex against the hard light. She had never squirted before, she thought she was pissing herself but her bladder was full, she needed to pee. After her body stopped shaking she opened her eyes and pried her hand from between her velvet thighs.
Her eyes slowly readjusted to reality and she looked up at the clock on the wall. An hour and a half before work she thought. She pulled the shirt over her head, now naked except for the pantyhose. She pushed herself off the floor using the wall as a base and looked at her lower body.
‘I’ve got to get control of this!’ she whispered to herself coming to the realization that they weren’t going to come off. She started the shower and stepped in after letting the water warm up. The hose absorbed the water as normal and she was careful not to rub her legs together, sensing that was a big proponent to sending off her reactions.
Confused as to how to relieve her bladder when she can’t remove the pantyhose she squatted in the shower. The stream of piss hit the nylon weave and dispersed on her feet.
‘Am I going to have to take a shower every time I need to pee?’ she thought.
Candice soaped up her sponge and covered her body with suds, noticing her red painted toenails through the nylon. The application was perfect, and it had been two weeks since she painted them. Thinking it was time to repaint them, but looking at them again made her wonder otherwise. She cleaned the sponge and rinsed her body off. She pressed her lips together reaching for a towel and began drying off. As she ran the towel over her newly sheathed legs she noticed the nylon freely released the water, drying almost instantly.
‘Wow,’ She thought, rubbing the towel over her crotch, watching the material dry up like magic.
Her mind was racing as she focused on her legs and how naked her flesh felt even while sheathed. How aroused her pussy was, how proud her nipples were as she began applying her make-up sitting on the toilet. She crossed her legs automatically, absent-mindedly causing her whole body to writhe in instant pleasure. She grabbed onto whatever she could and breathed heavily until the instant orgasm subsided. She licked her lips slowly and opened her eyes, keeping her legs as still as she could, and painted her lips a soft red. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, leaving a trademark lock to fall free. Candice applied a grey-white eye shadow next with a hint of pink above the lashes. She gave the body to her lashes with a thick wash of mascara and then slowly uncrossed her legs paying more attention to them than ever and headed to her bedroom.
The young secretary headed toward her closet and opened the door; looking over her selection of shoes she picked a pair of four-inch red pumps and stepped into them. A chill ran through her calves as she adjusted her weight and balanced. She pulled a knee-length black skirt from the rack and carefully stepped into it. She found the back zipper and cinched it tight against her waist before twisting the skirt around her hips, locating the zipper at the rear. Just as soon as she had the skirt on, her legs began warming up, the familiar heat from last night was building up around her thighs. The heat was localized as the hemline of her skirt began to melt away, slowly creeping up, turning her knee-length skirt into a less modest mini skirt.