Steph doesn't know what to get her boyfriend, Wayne, for Valentines. When she finds a bunch of pantyhose-related porn on his computer, she thinks she has found the answer. She orders a box online. Yet, it is delivered far too early for it to be a true gift. Besides, she feels the need to pull on some hose and let him rip a large hole in it and satisfy her needs. Only, the resulting time together grows much more depraved.
WARNING: This short story features graphic decription of straight, consensual sex. It is intended only for adult and mature readers. Excerpt: Confidently, I strode back to the living room. Without me, Wayne was sprawled on the sofa, and the remote sat on his bare chest. I grabbed the remote and switched off the TV before he could say anything. He sat up straight, and I held the box out to him. “This was supposed to be your Valentine’s present, but it came way too early.” Wayne took the box and scrutinized it. Instead of opening it, he seemed to put on his lawyer hat and scrutinized the packaged. He took a glance at the return address and eyed me suspiciously. “You got me a valentine’s gift from Discount Buckaroo’s?” “Yeah,” I said. “Open it! Open it now!” Wayne tried to scrape the tape off the box with his fingernail. “That’s not working.” He glanced up at me. “Hey, love, can you grab me a knife from the kitchen?” I was there and back in mere seconds. I could feel the anticipation build in me. I could barely contain myself, grinning with a case of the fidgets in my knees. Also, the mere thought of what I was about to do had my pussy warmed up. This was going to be a lot of fun. I knew it, and I passed a butter knife to him. Quickly, he cut through the tape and opened the box. Inside, he found several individually wrapped packets of pantyhose. He picked one out and held it up. “Huh?” He blinked a few times, and then he glanced at me. “I don’t get it.” He held the pair to his nose. “I don’t…” “Here.” I walked over and took the nylons from him. Quickly, and without a hint of my stripper routine, I pulled off my shirt and my bra. Then, I dropped my simple jean shorts and the black lace panties beneath. Pointing my toes, I slipped my left leg, and then my right, into the nylons and rolled them over my calves, my knees, and my thighs. I pulled them all the way up, making sure that I tugged extra hard a swayed my hips, just so that I could get a slight camel toe. “Don’t you just love them?” His eyes twinkled. It looked like a gulped back a bit of drool, too.