When Bradley told Trisha there was a surprise he had for her, she was expecting something to do with his cock. She was not expecting him to be a secret spokesmodel for Just for Her pantyhose.
“Is that pantyhose you’re wearing?” She asked. She knew it was but had to be clear. The room was dimly lit and without her glasses on, Trisha wasn’t entirely sure what she was seeing.
“I love wearing women’s pantyhose,” Bradley confessed as he got out of his jeans, “I don’t know why, I just do.”
Trisha was skeptical. If Bradley was revealing his love of pantyhose, there were more skeletons in the closet. “Anything else I should know about?”
“I’m not into cross-dressing and I’m completely hetero,” he reassured, “this is the only strange thing.”
“Okay,” Trisha nodded in acceptance, “so where do we go from here?”
“I was hoping we can continue what we were doing in the bedroom,” Bradley suggested.
Trisha contemplated her next action for a brief moment. There would only be one condition she could go back to Bradley’s bedroom. “Put on Prince and perform for me.”
“Perform?” Bradley repeated. Revealing the secret was heavy enough; now his new girlfriend wanted him to do some kinky dance to Prince? What in the hell?
Suddenly, he didn’t think his pantyhose fetish was all that bad.
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