Rachel drinks from the flask while Kevin puts the corsage on her wrist. "Ouch!"
"Sorry," Kevin replies.
Rachel hands the flask back to Tara. "You weren't kidding about the prick." Tara reaches for the flask but her movements are clumsy. She drops it during the exchange. "How much has she had to drink?"
"Just asip," Brad replies, "I didn't know she was such a lightweight." Tara bobs and sways while continuing to rub her suntan legs against her best friend's black ones. Then, a small moan escapes her throat.
After a few more moans, Tara slurs, "These pantyhose feel so fucking good, "I never want to take them off." Rachel credits the vodka for the comments and actions of her friend. But, despite only having a single sip, Rachel begins to feel light headed.
"B..Brad, "wh.. where did you get that vodka from?" Tara's silky legs continue to glide against Rachel's as everything starts to become a fuzzy blur. The only thought she can keep a hold of is how great her pantyhose feel. How, moist, and wet she's getting from Tara's rubbing along with the thought of how hard this must be making the guys. She shakes her head, trying to regain clear thought. She can't and decides to ask Kevin to let some air in. When her lips part to ask him to roll down the window. A moan comes out, followed by another and another. "So soft... So silky..." Rachel shifts to mimic Tara's position. After some adjusting, both ladies have slipped from their shoes and have their hosed feet facing the other as they lie on the front, backward facing seat of the limo.
"This is hot," Brad says as the guys,on the front facing seat watch. Their cocks tent their tux pants as Rachel and Tara rub their pantyhose clad feet between the other's spread legs.
"Just as advertised," Kevin says amidst the ladies cries of pleasure. "I don't know about you Brad, but think having pantyhose slaves as girlfriends is well worth the price."
Brad nods, "for sure, I can see the nylon tighten and mold to them, just like we were told it would. I..I'm sorry bro, look away if you want, but I have to jack off."
"Go ahead, I am going to do the same." Both guys pull out their rock hard cocks and stroke as the ladies shed their dresses. The nylon looks painted on and has a special sheen or polished look. Brad and Kevin jack to the sight in front of them as well as the thought of being masters to hose clad slaves. Their pleasure gets better as the hosed feet of their girlfriends extend and wrap around their cocks. The guys remove their hands as the silken feet take over.
"Do you like that baby?" Rachel asks in a sultry tone.
Kevin nods. "What about you? "Tara asks Brad.
"Y...yes," he responds between pleasure filled gasps.
Then something odd happens. Both ladies address the guys in perfect unison. "You love pantyhose, don't you?" The guys nod. "I bet you secretly wish you were in these hose. right?" Again, the guys nod.. "Nods are not good enough boys, Say it out loud. Say you want to be in soft, silky pantyhose!"
The guys, in mirroring fashion to the ladies, reply in unison, "yessss! We want to be in soft, silky pantyhose!
"Good boys, show us how much you love nylon, cum!"
Brad and Kevin arch their back and explode.
Slightly recovered from their climax, the guys look down to see how much of a mess they made. Their jaws drop at what they see.
