Slippery Thoughts!

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My experience with slips dates back to my childhood years during the late 70's & early 80's in which I refer to as the "near-end of the slip era". A first experience was in Brooklyn,NY,and involved a girl named "Anna" who was a few months older than myself and lived in the same apartment building as I. One day I saw her walking up the stairs to her third-floor apartment. She was wearing a sand-colored wrap-around corduroy skirt, and her white slip was dangling dangerously low in relation to the hem of her skirt. By the time she made it to the top of the first flight, a very large portion of lace was generously exposed. I thought the whole garment was going to drop off right there and then. You can only imagine how aroused I was ! At a later point in time, she invited me to her flat. On that day she was wearing a sand-colored dress, and when she requested that I unzip her dress, I responded in kind. Needless to say, a white nylon full-slip was underneath her dress. By this time her "jet engines" were in full take-off mode and she wanted to make-out with me.I regret to say that like the fool I was, I had chickened-out. Damn it !,a missed opportunity. It does not take rocket-science to know that the dangling lace slip routine was a deliberate act on her part. My favorite episode was in elementary school, and one day she decided to lift up her frilly sky-blue dress in order to expose her white lace slip to all the boys. I can clearly remember when a female member of the staff ordered her to immediately place her dress back to the proper position, and shouted out very loud about how disgusting her behavior was for everyone to hear.

John in western Kentucky

SCHOOL TAXI by Simon     MARCH'S WINNER

When I was about 12 my friends mum used to give my friend and I a lift to school. She was a very attractive blonde woman about 35 years old. Penny Turner as she was called would always dress very smart and very attractively. She always wore very nice tight fitting dresses with high heels and stockings. I could tell that they were stockings because you could normally see the outline of the suspender buckle through the side of the dress. Some times you could see a small amount of lace peeking out from below the hem of her dress. This particular morning it was different. The first thing was that I walked across the street to my friends Peter's house. I rang the bell and Penny came to the door she said that Peter was not well and would not be attending school that day but she said that she would still drop me off at school as it was on here way to work. She was wearing what must have been a new dress because I have never seen it before and it was also shorter than normal. Her usual dresses were just below the knee, but this one was a good 2 inches above the knee. The dress was a black knitted wool very very figure hugging. She hadn't realized that she had about 2 inches of crisp white flowery lace showing at the hem. She could see my eyes were fixed on the hem of her dress. She looks down to see what I was looking at. She noticed the lace peeking out and quickly wiggled, the dress down to hide the lace, but the half slip was just a bit too long and there was still about 1/2 inch of lace showing. She got her keys and we went outside to the car. She undid the passenger door and I got in she then climbed in at the drivers side as she climbed in the dress rode up revealing large portions of the white slip. She tried in vain to pull the dress down to hide the lace but unfortunately the slip was just too long. It was quite a damp day very overcast and wet which caused the next problem. She turned the key and tried to start the engine but the engine just turned over but would not start. She tried about six or seven times but the engine just would not start. By this time she had become quiet cross "damn this car" she said "It would do this this morning." She reached around into the backseat of the car and picked up a can of easy start reveling acres of white lace as she did so. She was by this time very cross. She turned to me and said "Everything is going wrong not only am I flashing my slip to everybody now the flaming car won't start." with that she climbed out of the car and began to spray the engine with easy start. As she walked around to my side of the car I could see her dress has risen up more and more reveling about 8 inches of pure white lace. She climbed back into the car and proceeded to try again cranking the starter and pumping the throttle the lace wriggle about and I could hear the crisp stockings rubbing together. By this time I had a lovely stiff erection. After about another six or seven times she asked me to spray easy start while she turned the key. I said I would so I got out of the car and proceeded to spray the engine. She cranked the engine. I could hear her saying "Come on come on" to the car as she cranked the engine and her lace was so far exposed she might as well have not been wearing a dress. Eventually the car struggled into life. I climbed back into the car and she got out to close the bonnet, all the time she was struggle to hide the offending slip. When she climbed back into the car I said to her "I wouldn't bother about your slip showing as it looks really pretty and sexy." I think she was quit surprised by my comment. She said to me "I just find it a bit embarrassing but if you really like it," at this point she grabbed my hand and place it on the lace. I could feel the lace rubbing against her stockings. We drove all the way to school like this. When I got out I walked around to the drivers door and looked in. The lace was shifting up and down with the vibrations of the engine she said "many thanks for helping me with the car...is there anything I could do for you?" I said "not really but I'm sure you can think of something." The next morning she pushed a small parcel into my school bag "just to say thanks" she said. On returning home I opened the parcel to find the sexy lace slip she had been wearing the previous day. Needless to say, I had many a happy moment with that slip.

"Princess of My Night"
by Randy

A princess came to me
One night in my dreams
I was in such anguish
And she softly made quiet, my screams.

Dressed all in lace,
In crystal white
A slip of a gown
Such a glorious sight!

I felt her kiss
So tender upon my face
She turned to leave
On my arm I felt gently the soft caress of her lace.

I knew my sweet princess was going
Though my heart ached for her to stay
She lightly whispered, "My prince, I will be back  soon
When I hear your screams, when you might have had a bad day"

So I said to her ever so sweetly, "Princess in white, oh lovely princess of my night, until the morning light, good night."

I opened my eyes only to see draped carefully across my arms her lace, all in crystal white.

DREAMS DO COME TRUE by DAVE       JUNE'S WINNER

As Anne stood with her drink, feeling the breeze on her face and the sun on her skin, she still couldn’t believe she had heard the words “Anne, you won!”  Now, only a couple of weeks later here she was, on the deck of a magnificent cruise ship leaving Miami.  She didn’t know anyone on shore waving good bye, but that still didn’t stop her from waving to the strangers wishing friends and loved ones bon voyage as the floating city slowly moved toward the open ocean waters.  And while Anne always heard that cruises were for lovers, the travel agent assured her that she would not be the only single person on the ship.  The agent told her that in fact, about half of the passengers aboard would be single, and there were many activities planned for singles while they cruised the high seas of the Caribbean. 

Anne figured that now they had left port that she should go to her cabin, change into her bikini and start enjoying the sun.  When she arrived she was amazed to see that she had a private balcony on the port side of the ship.  It wasn’t a large balcony, room only for two chairs and a little room between, but nonetheless, it was a balcony.  As she stood there outside her cabin, she began to daydream of being alone there with some handsome stranger she had met on the voyage, sipping champagne and watching the stars.  She fantasized that this romantic stranger would be tall, dark hair, blue eyes, and every bit the gentleman.  Almost like a storybook romance on a ship where two people meet, fall in love and live happily ever after.  Just the thoughts of all this gave Anne a tingling feeling throughout her body.  “Oh, if only” she heard herself whisper.  But, standing here on a private balcony would not be the way to spend her cruise, so she went back inside, changed, grabbed a book and went up to one of the upper decks by the pool.  Once there she got a tropical drink delivered to her chair, slathered on some sun screen and began reading.  At first, the deck was devoid of any life at all, other than the waiter delivering the drink.  But in a short while, others began to filter in, picking their favorite spots to worship the sun and relax.  Within an hour or so, the deck was filled with couples, singles, families, a regular floating marketplace of humanity.

Anne had not noticed anyone special at first, and the chairs to either side of her were still vacant.  She looked over the top of her book every now and then watching for someone to walk up and take one of the chairs, but thus far nobody had.  It was time to turn to her stomach so that her back could get tanned also, and so her front wouldn’t burn.  Anne put more lotion on her body, and stretched to get her back.  As she sat on the side of her lounge chair, reaching awkwardly behind her, it happened, someone did take the chair behind her, next to her.  “Not to sound forward, but could you use some assistance madam?” came a deep masculine voice.  Startled at first, a little embarrassed at her position, Anne looked over her shoulder and saw the biggest green eyes she had ever seen in her life.  “Um, yea, sure, I’d love a little help” she stammered, smiling at the man who was now moving to rub the lotion on her back.  Anne smiled at him, looking over her shoulder as he placed his large, strong hand on the soft, supple skin of her back.  His hand moved slowly and firmly over her back, sliding easily with the lotion lubricating his motions.  “My name is William” he said, “I don’t want you to think a total stranger is rubbing lotion on your back”.  Anne noted a lighthearted tone to his voice, one that was joking a little, but still sincere and respectful.  “I’m Anne, and thanks so much” she replied, turning as he finished.  Anne stuck out her hand to shake William’s, but instead he took her hand and gently kissed the back of it, just like in the old movies.  Anne watched closely as he released her hand.  William had brown hair, or what some might consider dark blonde.  He looked to be of average build, not real tall, not a muscle bound gym junkie, just a normal nice looking guy.  As William looked back into Anne’s eyes she felt herself blush just a bit, then she moved to lay down on her stomach as planned.  Soon, William and Anne were talking like old friends, sharing their stories on how they ended up on the cruise, why they were both alone, what they did for a living, all the stuff that newly acquainted friends discuss.  Anne was surprised to hear that William was on the cruise “alone” from having a woman with him, but was with some friends celebrating one of their 30^th birthdays.  After several hours in the intense Caribbean sun, and after several tropical drinks with little umbrellas in them, Anne felt like she needed to move around some.  She asked William if he would like to take a walk and explore the ship, but he told her he was sorry he had to decline.  The group of guys was getting together to do some celebrating soon, and he needed to get a shower before they started.  Feeling a little let down, Anne said her good bye and said that maybe they would see each other around.  She turned, paused, then started to walk away.  She sort of expected William to call out to her, to ask her to stop, to say that he would join her, but no sound came as she walked away.  As she reached the doorway to the inside of the lobby, she reached out to push the glass door open.  It swung open very easy, so easy that Anne looked to see if it had an automatic opener on it.  Then she noticed an arm pushing the door open from behind her… William’s arm.  “Anne, I know you just met me, but would you like to have dinner tomorrow evening with me?”.  Anne felt her heart pound, her cheeks warm, her lips smile.  “I’d ask you tonight, but I really can’t get out of the activities planned for my friend, but after tonight, I’m free the rest of the cruise” William explained.  He continued to tell her how most of the guys had brought along their wives or girlfriends, and how he would love to get to know Anne better.  Anne agreed, and gave William her cabin number, then left.

The following day was more of the same for Anne… lots of sun, lots of breeze, lots of exploring the ship.  She was surprised at how much she was looking forward to dinner with William.  After all, he wasn’t her dream date, but he was charming and they had a lot in common.  Anne found herself so looking forward to her date with William that she ended up back in her cabin well in advance of dinner just to get ready.  When she arrived back and opened the cabin door, Anne gasped as she saw a huge arrangement of tropical flowers sitting in her room.  They were beautiful, brilliant colors of red, yellow, blue, orange.  The exotic smell of the flowers filled the room and spilled out into the hallway as she stood there gazing at them.  Anne walked in, closing the door behind her, and went over to where the flowers were sitting.  She then noticed a card, and opened it.  “Anne, I couldn’t stop thinking about you all last night and today.  I’m really looking forward to dinner.  I made reservations at Delmatico’s at 8:00pm.  I’ll pick you up about 7:45pm.  William”.  Well, he sure knew how to make an impression.  Gorgeous flowers, reservations at the nicest restaurant on the ship, personally escorting her there.  William sure knew what Anne wanted.

Anne took a long shower, washing her long blonde hair, slowly as she imagined what the evening might be like.  She closed her eyes, fantasized about looking across the table into William’s deep green eyes, about the candle light on the table, soft music in the background, all this while she stood there in the shower, the lather from the shampoo slowly running down her body gently caressing her skin.  Funny, she never before noticed the feel of the suds sliding on her skin, but somehow now it was erotic, exhilarating, exciting.  Anne felt them going down her neck, down her shoulders and arms, down her chest and cascading off her ample breasts.  Anne wondered how knowing this guy, this stranger for only such a short time could be having such an effect on her.  Was it the sea air, the fact she was on a cruise, or some spell he was putting on her.  Without knowing it William had turned Anne from a conservative, shy woman to one that was ready to invite him into her room to spend the night on the first date.  Anne was scared, but excited at the same time at the thought of doing something so out of character for her.

As Anne dried herself with the large plush towels provided by the cruise line she continued thinking about William.  She applied ample amounts of body lotion to her now bronzed, soft skin and thought of what to wear for the night.  It had to be special.  Anne went to her dresser, selected a black strapless bra, some black stockings and garter, and a silky black slip.  She pulled her black pumps from the closet and her pearl necklace from the safe inside the closet door.  “Earrings” Anne thought, “I need some earrings!” She had some but they didn’t match the necklace, but they would have to do.  They were long dangling fine silver chains with diamonds at the ends.  Not her first choice, but they nonetheless worked.  As she sat on the edge of the bed and began to pull on the shear black stockings, Anne again began to let her mind wander to William.  The stockings slid easily over her silky smooth skin.  Anne loved the feel of the cool silk stockings on her legs, she loved how they made her feel more feminine, more exotic, more erotic.  Once she got to the tops of her thighs, she savored the feeling of her hand slipping over her flesh toward the clasp of the garter.  Anne smiled, thinking to herself that she had better be careful, she would get herself so aroused that when William knocked at 7:45 on her door, she would end up jumping him right then and there.  This thought almost made her laugh out loud.  Heck, she barely knew him, and here she was assuming he would let her jump him.  Next, Anne put on her lacey bar.  She turned to look in the mirror as she adjusted it just right.  The dainty bra somehow lifted Anne’s large round breasts higher than normal, yet it looked so flimsy and soft.  She admired herself for a moment, the instant cleavage that had appeared, the full round look of her breasts, the soft mounds of flesh pressing out of the top of the black bra, “Perfect” Anne thought to herself.  Next she lifted the shinny smooth slip from the bed.  It was so light and soft that it seemed it could float.  The lights in the cabin shimmered off the thin slip.  Anne lifted it over her head and let it slid down over her outstretched arms, over her breasts, down her hips and legs.  It was like an angel was breathing on her soft, supple skin as the slip fell into place.  As Anne turned and moved, the silky slip softly caressed her skin, sliding over her stomach, up her thighs, over her tiny round ass.  Anne also loved the feel of the slip sliding over the tops of her stockings, that silk-on-silk feel sent wave of excitement racing through her body.  As she opened her eyes to take one more look at herself in the mirror, still thinking of William’s facial expression when she answered the door, Anne noticed that her nipples had become erect now.  She could see them gently raising under her bra, and she imagined what William might think if he noticed them later that evening.  Again, Anne began to smile at how excited she was getting over this one date, this one man.  She pulled her black dress from the closet and stepped into it, then her pumps.  A quick fix of her hair, put on her jewelry, and some lipstick, and she was ready. 

Anne knew the restaurant had a dress code, so she knew that William would also be dressed nice, but when she answered the door to find him in a dark suit, somehow she was surprised at how good he looked.  The suit could have been dark blue, or black, the light was dim and it was hard to tell.  He had on a dark blue oxford shirt with an even darker blue necktie.  While William didn’t have a muscular build in his swim trunks, this suit made his shoulders look wide, his waist thin, and his chest large.  As he looked at Anne he began to smile.  His big green eyes sparkled as Anne looked up at them.  She had gotten exactly the response she had fantasized about all afternoon as she got ready for her date.  William didn’t speak, not immediately anyway, words couldn’t express what beauty he had just found.  Anne could tell by his silence, by his smile, by his eyes that he really liked what he saw, and this only made her more excited.  “Oh my God” William finally muttered, “you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen”.  Anne blushed lightly, and thanked William for the complement, then paid her own to him.  Finally, William extended his arm and Anne took it, and they were off to dinner. 

As Anne walked, she was still aware of the soft slip caressing her skin and her stockings.  She felt the stockings covering her long legs, she felt the straps of the garters on her thighs, she felt William’s eyes upon her.  Anne couldn’t help but to get more turned on the longer they walked.  When they finally got to the restaurant, they were given a special table along the large windows at the side of the ship.  The sun had just sat not long before, and the sky was on fire with shades of red, orange, purple and blue.  The ocean looked black as night as the sunset took center stage.  William’s eyes looked even brighter and deeper than Anne had remembered, and she couldn’t help but to gaze into them as he spoke.  Champagne started the evening, and continued throughout dinner.  After the entrée, William reached across the table and took Anne’s hand in his.  There was a radiant electricity that flowed between them as they talked and held hands.  It was then that Anne made her first brave move.  Normally very conservative until yesterday, Anne slid her foot from her shoe and began to extend it slowly under the table, searching for William’s leg.  When she found it she watched his eyes as she began to slide her soft stocking covered foot along his leg.  She saw the desire in his eyes build, the fire grow, the romance building.  She felt him squeeze her hand just a bit tighter.  While dinner didn’t take three hours, it wasn’t until after 11:00 that they left the restaurant, Anne holding William’s arm tightly as they exited.  By this time, all of the kids on the ship were nowhere to be found, and many of the couples had retired to their cabins.  There were still those milling around the decks, soaking in the romantic ambiance of the pitch black sky, the brilliant stars, and the shadow of the moon just getting ready to break over the horizon.  “I found a really secluded spot earlier today” William said, “want to see it?  It is in the front of the ship, you can see the water breaking away from the bow as the ship cuts through” he said.  Anne just gave William a look of acceptance of whatever he wanted was fine with her.  So they walked along the starboard side of the deck, past the swimming pools, past the bars, past the disco, past the bridge and to the bow point of the vessel.  It was dark, deserted, it was perfect.

As they stood there watching the moon crest over the distant horizon, Anne felt William’s arms reach around from behind her, softly hugging her and pulling her close to him.  She heard him breath in slowly, deeply as her hair brushed his face.  She imagined his big green eyes closing and savoring the essence of her perfume.  She put her arms on his, and squeezed him tight.  Neither spoke, but only stood there as if entranced by the romantic vista of the sky and sea.  The only sounds seemed to be their hearts beating and the sound of the waves below them breaking as the ship cut through the water.  There was no music, not anyone else could hear anyway, but Anne felt her body swaying gently back and forth as the two of them stood there in the darkness of the Caribbean night.  Minutes, hours, days seemed to pass without registering in Anne’s mind.  This was too perfect to be real, yet it was.  She felt William’s lips touch her neck as he gently kissed her.  She squeezed his arms tighter around her, then turned in them to kiss him on his lips.  She felt her slip sliding over her flesh as she turned against his body.  She imagined having only that thin slip be the only barrier between their bodies, no suits, no shirts, no dress, no bra, just silky slip between them.  As they kissed Anne felt more on fire than ever, she wanted William like she had wanted no man before.  She knew so little about him, yet she knew him better than any man she ever met.  She felt her leg instinctively start to slid up along his, her stocking easily moving over his suit trousers.  William embraced her more tightly than before, and their kiss got deeper and more intense and their bodies pressed together harder. 

“I’ve got some champagne in the little refrigerator in my room” Anne whispered, “and I have a private balcony”.  William smiled down into her eyes as she took his hand and started to lead him to her room.  Once at the door William asked if Anne were sure she wanted to invite him in.  Anne’s only reply, a kiss and a smile.  Once inside, Anne led William to the tiny balcony where only a day earlier she fantasized about making love to some handsome stranger.  William took Anne in his arms and kissed her gently at first, then with more power and intensity.  As they kissed, William backed Anne against the rail and held her tight.  Anne’s leg moved slowly up and down Williams, her hands sliding through his hair, along his neck and face.  Suddenly she wanted him more than anyone she had ever met.  And from the feel of his body throbbing against her as they kissed, he wanted her too.  “I’ll be right back” Anne whispered, “I need to get the champagne”, and she disappeared into the dimly lit cabin.  She pulled the champagne and glasses from the bar, stopped and thought for a moment.  Should she, or shouldn’t she, then what the hell.  With a quick pull of her dress zipper, she was able to let it fall to the floor and step out of it.  Then off with the bra, leaving Anne in only her slip, garter, stockings and pumps.  Anne picked up the champagne and glasses, and walked back to William. 

The champagne never did get opened.  When Anne walked onto the balcony in her slip, William could hardly control his desire.  The entire evening had seemed to be foreplay, arousing their desires to levels they could barely tolerate any longer.  As William put his arms around Anne and his hands caressed her slippery slip, Anne dropped one of the champagne glasses.  It fell end over end into the black waters below, not even a splash could be heard as it disappeared completely.  Anne’s body pressed against William, and the feel of the slip between them was erotic, electric, exhilarating to her.  As she moved she could feel it sliding over her silky smooth skin, sending sensations of pleasure racing through her body.  She was aware that her breasts were heaving and swelling with anticipation, her nipples growing more wanting as they hardened.  Anne’s leg was wrapped around William’s leg, pulling hard against him, feeling him pressing, pulsing against her.  Their lips were engaged in such an intense kiss that Anne could feel them tingling.  Her whole body was ready for William, needing him, wanting him, aching for satisfaction.  Without a word, William swept Anne into his arms and began to carry her inside.  “No, please” Anne said in a soft voice, “ Out her, I want you out here in the night on the sea”.  William put Anne back down, kissed her, and held her tight. 

It must have been 3:00am when Anne finally told William that she was getting cold.  After all, she had lost the slip and stockings long before, and the cool night sea air was chilling her naked body.  William agreed that he too, now naked, was cold, and they retreated to the large bed inside.  Anne and William spent the rest of the cruise together, mostly on the private balcony at night, sharing champagne and moonlight together.

SLIP OR SLIP DRESS
by Joe

Susan woke up early in the morning and decided to call
off work. She was feeling very sexy and wanted to
take the day to go shopping. She wanted to dress up
and look nice as she was planning to go to the mall in
the big downtown city. She first put on her black
lacy bra and garter belt combination purposely leaving
the matching panties in the drawer. Next her favorite
back seamed black silk stockings. Looking in the
mirror, her long brown hair and slender figure was
well complemented by the black lingerie. She then
looked through her slip collection to find her knee
length black silk slip. The only trace of lace on the
spaghetti strap shiny slip was a centimeter big lacy
trim around the bottom. She again noticed how sexy
she looked in the mirror in her slip and stockings.
Wanting to look professional, she then put on her red
blouse and knee length black skirt. Not quite as sexy
as the slip alone, but she looked stunning. For shoes
she chose her two inch heels over the four inch ones
to convey her conservative side. As she sat down to
slide her heels on, she noticed that her slip was a
bit too long and it peeked out from under her skirt.
No matter she thought, both the slip and skirt are
black and the lace on the slip was too subtle to be
noticed. She looked in the mirror again and checked
the seams of her stockings. They were straight and
she looked and felt very feminine and sexy. She
couldn't help but keep noticing her slip peeking out.
She got really excited at the thought of trying on
shoes at the shoe store and letting the shoe salesman
see her slip peeking out. Even more exciting was
letting her knees "accidentally" open to show him
she left her panties in the drawer at home. Wait a
minute! If her slip is going to be showing anyways,
what if she just wore her slip by itself?????? She
quickly took her skirt and blouse off and examined
herself in the mirror. The slip could truly pass as a
slip dress! Someone would have to examine it closely
to find the subtle lace at the hem! Today she felt
daring and risqué! She changed her bra to a strapless
one and headed out into the world feeling both excited
and nervous at the same time!

Susan's first walk in public dressed only in underwear
was from her car to the train station. It was then
that she realized that her slip may be too thin! The
sun was shining and as she looked down on herself, she
could faintly see her garter belt and stockings
through the slip. Further, she could see the bumps
from the garter belt show with every step she took.
This was too exciting and it was too late to turn back
now!

In the train station, Susan felt better knowing that
it was harder to see through her slip. Not yet
ready to be on display, she sat down and tightly
crossed her legs. She could feel juices of excitement
between her legs. No one seemed to be looking at her
any differently then the usual looks a pretty lady
gets. Susan sat and thought about the excitement that
lay ahead.

The train ride was uneventful stopping at the basement
of the mall. Susan rode the long escalator ride up
and held the hem of her slip tight. She still was not
ready to give anyone riding below a show. Her first
stop would be Nordstrom's to buy shoes.

It was Susan's luck day today! The shoe salesman in
ladies shoes was a well dressed black man, probably
in his thirties. She walked into the department with
excitement and nervously thought to about turning
around. Just then the salesman named Ray asked if
there was something he could help her find. In a
shaky voice of someone standing in the middle of the
store in her underwear, she muttered, "yes, I am
looking for a pair of high heels." She said that she
wanted them high and sexy, but conservative. They
decided on a pair of black four inch thin stiletto
heels. Susan sat down and crossed her legs awaiting
Ray's return with the shoes. Ray returned with
several sizes. He kneeled down in front of her and
pushed a foot stool toward her. Susan uncrossed her
legs and put her right foot on the stool. Ray was too
busy taking shoes out of boxes to see up her "dress"
with this movement. Susan closed her knees together
as Ray slipped her old shoe off. He paused a second
as he slipped the stiletto heel on and Susan noticed
his eyes moved to the hem of her slip with the subtle
lace. She grew moist with excitement wondering if
he realized she was dressed only in her lingerie.
Keeping her knees together, she shifted her left foot
to the stool. She opened her knees a little because
they were now pointed away from his eyes. After he
slipped the stiletto heel on the other foot, Susan
stood up and carefully wobbled to the mirror.
She was not well practiced in walking with thin high
heels. It was enough to be walking in only her
intimates, much worse to fall and show everyone
stocking tops, garter belt and her cleanly shaven
private part. She looked at herself and marveled
about how sexy she looked. She returned to the seat
and told ray that the shoes were a bit too small. She
placed her right foot back on the stool so he could
put on a bigger size. This time, she was a little
careless with her knees. She kept them apart even
though they were pointed right at his eyes. She
noticed his eyes move between her knees and she knew
he saw everything! She was now so wet with excitement
that she couldn't stand it. She wanted badly to feel
herself and relieve the tension. When both shoes were
on, she stood up and again wobbled to the mirror.
This time she almost fell, but caught herself on a
nearby chair. Ray was watching her every move. She
told him that the shoes were perfect and that she
wanted to wear them home to get used to them. After
the transaction was complete at the register, Ray
complimented her on her beautiful dress and asked her
where she purchased it. With nervousness she replied,
"in the lingerie department of this store!" She
quickly ran out of the shoe department and was too
embarrassed to look back at Ray. This time she slipped
on the slick tiled floor and there was no chair to
catch her fall. Up went her "dress." She lay there
with her knees in the air and everything was in full
view. A few people saw and in the distance, she saw
Ray coming to aid her. Susan got up, soothed her slip
down, took her heels off and ran away quickly. She
could not bear the excitement anymore and had to reach
climax.

Susan decided she was done shopping for the day so she
went to straight down to the train station. On the
train, she picked the most obscures seat possible in
the back. Although there were many other passengers,
she positioned herself where no one could see her
legs. She then put her hands between her legs and
thought about Ray looking between her legs. Then she
thought of slipping in the store and all the people
that saw her "dress" fly up! She then thought about
lying there totally exposed in the middle of the store
in nothing but her underwear! Susan touched herself
faster, let out a few quiet "ohhhhhh's" and climaxed
several times on the train ride home. She slowly
opened her eyes to find a few of the passengers
looking at her. She grinned at them and thought to
herself, "what should I do on my next day off?" Maybe
one of her bra and panty combinations could pass as a
swimsuit;)

Washing Machine Dreams by Jay  SEPTEMBER'S WINNER

This is a story about Marcella. She was a lonely
young woman of 29 years, extremely beautiful but still
could never find the right guy. Her dating life had
been very boring as of late. She had a well paying
job and nice friends but still desperately desired Mr.
Right. She was excited about today though because it
was time to do the wash. Marcella was a pretty woman
with nice soft brown hair, pretty blue eyes and a face
to die for. Her body was equally delicious. Her
curves were very sexy and just right. Her legs were
so sexy she should have been a hosiery model. Today
she was dressed in her best suit and couldn't wait for
midnight when she would have the apartment laundry
room all to herself. Her suit looked very good on
her. The jacket was short sleeved and quite snug. It
was a bright yellow color and highlighted her
features. Her skirt was a nice navy blue. It hung
down just over her knees and clung to her hips in a
sexy way. She had on navy blue stockings and yellow
high heels with navy blue trim. She waited and waited
and finally the time came. She grabbed her basket and
went to the laundry room. Just as she had hoped it
was empty. She put her clothes in and started 3
machines. She watched with uncontrollable excitement
as they got going. Then it came time to do what she
had waited for so much all day. She removed her
jacket and was in her sky blue lacey brassiere. She
pushed herself up and sat on a washer as it was going.
She stayed calm and slowly crossed her legs to give
it the perfect contact. She sat in a calm mode as the
vibrations slowly aroused her. Her skirt was too
thick to give her the proper feel. After a few
minutes she reached back and undid her skirt. She
then as the cycle kicked it up a notch slowly slid her
skirt off. the extra vibration in combination with
the sensation of the skirt sliding down her legs made
it all the more intense. Finally her skirt fell to
the floor and she was in her Sky blue slip with a 5
inch lace hymn. She put the lace in her fingers and
gently stroked it. She closed her eyes and began to
fantasize for about 15 minutes while the washer worked
on her. As the feelings grew stronger and stronger.
She began to let out moans and screams. She tried to
keep it down though. Finally She was thinking about
the cute guy down the hall and what if he walked in.
The excitement got stronger and the arousal got
higher. She put her hands over her thighs and began
to rub her slip up and down her thighs. The clinging
feeling of her slip sliding over her stockings proved
to be too much and she went into a state of pure
ecstasy. Her panties and slip got extremely wet and
her screams got louder. Finally it was over and she
opened her eyes. She looked around and more
embarrassed than she had ever imagined possible she saw
the cute guy from down the hall staring at her

MARCH'S WINNER

I was on holiday, or should I say vacation, as I was in the United States. I had driven into a port city on one of the Great Lakes, I drove up to a hill top viewing area that gave a really good view of the lake. As I turned into the parking area a white limo was in front of me. It parked up at the edge of the steep drop and I pulled over to park on its right-hand side. Just as
I drew level with the rear of the limo, the front passenger door opened and one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen got out, although I noticed her beauty immediately, what really drew my attention was her short skirt, the wind had caught it and was lifting it up behind.

The view from the hill top was tremendous, but the view on the hill top was out of this world. There was this tall, leggy, blonde standing on the best legs in the history of mankind and her skirt was up, showing her white panties and the white garter belt, that held up her tan, fully fashioned stockings. Lifting up with the skirt was a lacy little slip, the wind was lifting it high enough for me to see that it was a half slip. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. In fact I nearly did meet my maker, as I almost forgot to stop the car. She must have heard the last moment squeal of brakes, but didn't seem to notice me.

I got out and tried to take in the view of the lake, but I was too distracted by this angel with legs. By now a guy had got out of the driver's
seat of the limo and had started to take photographs of her. When they thought I wasn't looking she hiked her skirt up for some stocking top shots. I tried to keep my eyes away but I just couldn't, I did try not to make it look too obvious though.

All too soon they finished and got back into the limo and drove off. By now I had totally lost all interest in the lake and decided to drive down into the town and visit the railroad museum. As I pulled onto the museum car park, there was the limo, with the goddess getting out again, not so lucky with the wind this time. I was scared that they would think I was following them, but, again, they didn't seem to notice me. They went into the museum with me right behind. Once I had got my ticket I went in a different direction to them, I really didn't want them to think I was following them. However, curiosity soon got the better of me and I began to wonder just what
they were up to in a railroad museum. The place was a large building full of old locomotives and rolling stock, from the raised walk way they
were easy to spot. They were stood by an old caboose. They looked around, as if they were checking to see if they were being watched, and climbed up into the caboose. Why were they checking? This needed further investigation. I
quickly made my way to the caboose and now I checked that no one was watching, and then I climbed up the outside to peek in through the window.

WOW!! What a sight met my eyes! The angel was sat in a chair, with her skirt pulled up to show her panties, while the guy was taking photograph after photograph. She was constantly changing pose, playing with the lacy hem of her slip as she sometimes pulled it down to cover her panties and stocking tops, and sometimes pulling it right up to let the photographer get a good close up view of her creamy white panties. All the shots were designed to show her beautiful legs to their best advantage and they certainly looked great, in her tan seamed stockings, that were held by white garter straps that disappeared under into her panties.

Suddenly they stopped and the guy took a careful look out of the door, but not, thankfully the window. Obviously he was checking if the coast was clear, and it must have been, because he picked up a small bag that had been on the floor and gave it to the model. She stood up and placed the bag on the table. Opening it she pulled out a silky black slip, a black garter
belt, some black panties and black stockings. I couldn't believe it, she was going to change her underwear in the caboose!! She slipped off her skirt and top and for a moment was stood there in her white bra, and half slip before sitting on the edge of the table and lifting the hem of her slip so that she could undo her garters. Kicking her shoes off she slid the silky stockings
down her legs and then stood again to pull her slip down and off. Next came her garter belt, which she unclipped and pulled upwards out of her panties. Unfortunately, at this point, she turned her back fully on my window; almost
as if she knew I was watching. Then, back towards me she unclipped and removed her bra

She picked up and shook lose the black full slip. It had a short lace trim at the top and a somewhat deeper trim at the bottom. Pulling it over her head she slid into it like it was a second skin where it touched her body, and an alluring, mystifying, drape where it hung free. Once she had got it comfortably in place she reached down and up under her hem for her white
panties. These she slowly pulled down her long slender legs. The next step was to put on the black deep sided garter belt and this time she had to lift the slip high enough for me to almost see her beautiful behind. She let the slip fall back into place while she bent down and picked up the things that she had removed. As she bent forward, the back of the slip came up, and
knowing that she had nothing under it but a garter belt, I almost lost my grip on the side of the caboose and nearly cried out in alarm. Did they hear me? I couldn't tell, but the show went on.

Now she sat again on the edge of the table and took one of her black stockings. With well practiced and elegant fingers she rolled it quickly up so that she could slide her painted toes into it and, with sensuous slowness
pulled and rolled it up her leg, right to the lacy black hem of her slip. Holding the stocking in one hand, she reached with the other under the slip to find and pull down a garter strap. Now, with the hem of the slip folded back into her lap, she attached the stocking to the garter. Only a few silky folds of the slip protected her modesty. This process was then repeated with the other leg before she stood again and reached behind for the other garter straps. The lady was a perfectionist, because, much to my delight, she spent some time making sure her seams were straight, and all that time she was stood with her back towards me and her slip hitched up behind to the very tops of her legs. Satisfied that all was straight, she let the slip fall back again and picked up the black panties. These she stepped into with surprising elegance and slowly pulled them up over her long black stockings
and eased them into place under her slip. On their journey up her legs I could see that they were made with a shiny satin centre panel and sides of a very delicate and open lace.

All the time the guy had been taking photographs and now she started to pose
for him. Some shots just standing there letting the slip just hang in place, showing off how it both conceals and reveals. Then some more raunchy stuff with the slip lifted. At first just a few inches, so the lace of the hem was in line with the tops of her stockings, the deeper black stocking tops and shiny metal garter clips standing out under the delicate lace. Gradually the hem came higher to reveal her beautiful tanned thighs and finally it came high enough to see the lovely black satin and lace panties.

I knew I shouldn't be watching this, which is why I never took any pictures, but I couldn't help myself looking and I let the images burn into my retina for lifelong storage in my memory. The last image was of this lovely woman standing, almost facing me, with her slip pulled up in front almost to her waist, and hanging down loosely behind, showing her stocking tops, her smooth thighs, her delicate and oh so sexy panties, and her silky slip that
so tantalizingly revealed that she wore no bra, while not actually showing that she wore no bra, and the whole image topped off by a beautiful face under a glorious crown of golden hair. It was the last image because just then a museum worker caught me hanging on to the outside of the caboose.

It took me several minutes to explain away my behaviour. I found that I did not want to inform on my new "friends" inside the caboose so I told him that I was just crazy about trains and that in my country we did not have such
fine cabooses. You may have gathered that I'm only crazy about pretty ladies in nice lingerie, and only have a passing interest in trains, but he took me for real railroad nut. He decided I was just some harmless fool and let me go. I guess my "friends" had made their getaway while the guy was talking to me. As I walked back to my car I could see that their limo had already gone.
I was grateful that I hadn't been seen peeping and wondered just who she was. Then I noticed a small white card stuck under my car's wiper blade. I picked it up, it was a business card, it had a picture of a pair of fabulous female legs and it said, "MERCEDES" ...

FEBRUARY'S WINNER

  Hi Mercedes,
Here is my story.
I was a young man of 20, still in college and working
for a company for an internship. I worked in an
office setting with others who were professionals. I
was the only intern. Many of the people I worked
around were women. They were older than me and some
were attractive. I was a shy person and had never had
a girlfriend. I didn't talk a whole lot with the
women there especially those I were attracted to.
There was one woman there who was a very attractive
lady named Janice. Janice was a tall woman with very
sexy curves and nice long shapely legs. She was in
her late 20s and had long dark brown hair. I always
liked to see her because she almost always wore a nice
outfit. She was usually friendly to me and said hello
but I was always too shy to respond with more than hi
and sometimes a friendly smile. A few weeks had
passed and I had really grown fond of her. There were
other girls in the office that I found attractive too
but Janice seemed to pay me more attention so she was
my favorite. One day she and I ended up in the break
room alone. She was able to get me to talk a little
bit to her. I had a good feeling that she may like me
so I was somewhat and nervous. The next few days she
flirted with me quite a bit and I began to catch on,
and occasionally flirt back. One day she was looking
very sexy. She had on a pink ruffled blouse, which
she filled out very well. It looked very sexy on her.
You could see the lace of her bra cups pressed up
against the blouse. Plus she had on a tight white
knee length skirt. It really showed off her sexy hips
when she walked. Then she had on a pair of light white
stockings and pink heels. I caught stares at her all
morning. I walked by her sitting down and she had her
legs crossed. I looked at them and tried to see up
her skirt but to no avail. I walked by her and without
even looking up she asked, "Jay, Is my slip showing?"
My face turned red with embarrassment. "uh,... No" I
answered. "Good, that is so embarrassing," she said.
Then a little later I kept noticing a lot of girl in
the office would smile and chuckle at me. I didn't
know why. About an hour before it was time to go I
walked into the break room and I heard noise and
laughter. When I got in it was Janice and some others
and it quickly got silent. She said hi and they
laughed a little. I responded an walked out.
Something was up. Then when it was time to go I
waited a little and left a little late. I got on the
elevator alone, everyone had left. As it closed I
heard high heels clicking rapidly and suddenly it
reopened. It was Janice and she got on. She smiled
at me. "Hi Jay" she said. She looked at me in a way
I had never been looked at before. She was trying to
intimidate me and it was working. She asked I had
worked hard and I said yes. She began massaging my
shoulders briefly and it felt great. She then walked
over and stopped the elevator between floors. "Oops
looks like we are stuck" she said with a smile.
"Let's make this wait a good one," she said. She out
her hands on my shoulders this time in front of me.
And she touched my face, asking me if it felt good.
She said how cute she thought I was and all that. I
told her how pretty she was. I was more nervous than
ever before. "Close your eyes" she said softly. I
did. She then put her hands on my stomach and I
started breathing hard. Then I felt a hand on my
belt. She slowly unfastened it. I couldn't believe
it. Then she slowly unzipped and unbuttoned my
slacks. She then let them drop to the floor. I felt
chills going up and down my spine. "Ooh, nice
boxers," she said softly. I had on silk white boxers
with red hearts. She put her hands on the sides for a
second and it felt so smooth. "open your eyes," she
said. I did and then almost immediately I heard the
"DING!!" It confused me. Then I realized what
happened. She started it back up while my eyes were
closed. I looked down right as the door opened. She
had her foot on my slacks so there was no pulling them
up. I looked up and saw in horror about 6 or 7 women
from the office right outside. I don't know if it was
my exposed state or what but it seemed like they were
all the pretty ones too. They laughed and woohed and
made silly comments. Then finally after what seemed
like an hour of total humiliation Janice let go of my
pants and I pulled them up. Then they all applauded
her after she stepped of the elevator. I don't know
what was worse the humiliation of being seen in my
boxers by half of the women I worked with or the
disappointment of thinking Janice liked me. Luckily it
was the weekend or I don't think I would have showed
up the next day. I got teased to no end by the girls
that day. Then I had one thing to do, embarrass Janice
as much as possible. I wanted to make her cry with
humiliation. She often gave me a superior smile with
a half hearted hello. The next day she was dressed
extremely sexy. She had on a sky blue tight sweater.
It looked so good on her curves. She had on a black
straight skirt that came down to her knees and a pair
of nude stocking. All followed by a pair of black
high heels. My revenge plot quickly turned back to
lust when I saw her. I still got upset when I saw
her. She was sitting again with her legs crossed like
before. I looked and noticed that her black lacey
slip was peaking out from under her skirt. I got
chills from the sight. I tried to embarrass her.
"Janice your slip is showing" I said. I should have
known better. "I'm not wearing a slip, I'm wearing
silk Undershorts," she fired back. She and two other
girls started laughing at my expense. I got more and
more frustrated as I couldn't think of a good revenge.
Then at the end of the day she called me into her
office. I went. "Jay I'm sorry about the other day,
I just wanted to make the girls laugh and I'm sorry if
I embarrassed you. I think you are really cute
though. Let me make it up to you." She said. I was
not buying that much. She was sitting there and
crossed her legs. Her skirt was raised up about an
inch above her knees. She reached down and raised the
hymn up a little more. Her black lace was exposed. I
completely lost all of my revenge. She grabbed my
hand and put it on her silky slip. It blended in with
her skirt. If not for the lace it would have been
unnoticible. It was so smooth. Then I slid it down
and felt her smooth stockings. We didn't say a word.
She could tell how much her slip turned me on. She
stood up and undid her skirt and slid it off her body.
She looked so sexy in her slip I could have died. I
began to stroke it as she undid my pants and slid them
down to my ankles. I was as hard as a rock. She then
took off her slip and had on a sexy pair of lacey
black panties and garter belts. She then opened the
fly on my boxers and did something I never could have
imagined. To keep it clean she wrapped the slip
around it and then stroked me till I climaxed. It was
the most pleasurable experience I had ever had. We
had a strictly physical relationship for the rest of
my internship, and it was absolutely incredible, all
of it. That first experience was the best though.
I'll never forget her.
Jay

Stripped to Her Slip In Public

My wife and I were headed to my 25th year class reunion. It was being held at a downtown hotel. My wife and I had stopped to play tennis on our way down to the reunion, so she had to change clothes from her skirt and blouse to a dress. Frequently when we do play tennis my wife will remove her skirt and play in her slip, but that didn't happen today. We drove downtown and parked across the street from a downtown university. It was about 7:00 PM, but being the middle of July it was still very bright outside.

When I found an open parking meter I pulled in and parked. I then had my wife get out of the car and stand on the sidewalk. There was about an eight foot wide grass strip between the sidewalk and the curb. I had my wife remove her tennis shoes and hand them to me. I put her shoes in the back-seat of our car. Next I had her take off her skirt and hand it to me. There is nothing sexier than watching your lover undressing in a very public place. As she carefully stepped out of her knee-length denim skirt her bright white slip, with a two-inch lacey hem, came clearly into view. My pretty 40-something wife was now standing in her stockinged feet, with her slip on display from her hips down to just above her knees.

Traffic passed by occasionally, but my wife's slip display was hidden behind our car, even though she was standing about ten feet from the car. Next I asked her to remove her blouse and hand it to me. She hesitantly started unbuttoning the white blouse from top to bottom. Once the blouse was fully unbuttoned she hesitated a minute before she slowly slid it off her shoulders and pulled it down her arms. The lacy bodice of her full white slip hid her 36B bra. The mother of my five kids really started to blush, from forehead, down over her nearly bare shoulders, right down to her semi-exposed cleavage as she handed me her blouse. Here she was, standing in the middle of our downtown, in her full white slip.

I placed the blouse in the car and brought my blushing beauty her black two-inch pumps. She placed them on the ground and stepped into them. I wished I could have taken her to the reunion just as she was, slip, hose and heels, but I knew she'd object. Before I got her dress out of the car I asked her to snug up her hose. She was wearing suntan colored thigh-highs, so she raised the hem of her slip high enough that the crotch of her white panties came into view as she deliberately tugged up the top of each stocking and smoothed them over her thighs.

I took my time getting her dress out of the car, thoroughly enjoying the sight of my beauty standing so exposed in such a public location. As I got the blue dress out of the car I stood in front of her and handed it to her. She quickly slipped it over her head and tugged it down in place, hiding her slip from view. However, I didn't let her close the zipper in the back of her dress. We still had to walk about a mile to the reunion, so I had her walk with the zipper wide open. This way I could walk beside her with one had placed solidly on her slip clad bottom as we walked through downtown. When we got to the hotel I relented and slowly pulled the zipper up her back, hiding her pretty slip as the zipper made it's way up to her neck. I took my pretty, properly dressed wife into the reunion, and nobody knew she had just been stripped to her slip on the sidewalk only a few minutes earlier.

DEAR MERCEDES,

WELL YOU ASKED FOR INPUT, SO HERE IT IS. I'M 37 YEARS
OLD, MARRIED AND HAVE TWO LITTLE GIRLS,  SO I CAN SAY I'M SOMEWHAT
EXPERIENCED. I'VE SEEN MY WIFE IN HER PANTYHOSE,  HEELS, LACE BRA AND
HALF SLIPS NUMEROUS TIMES, WHICH OF COURSE LED TO YOU KNOW WHAT. MY WIFE
REFUSES TO BUY FULL SLIPS THOUGH. FORTUNATELY, FOR ME SHE DOES NOT
REFUSE TO WEAR ONE AS LONG AS I BUY IT FOR HER. ONE GREAT THING ABOUT
THAT STIPULATION IS THAT I HAD TO MEASURE HER FOR THE APPROPRIATE
FIT SO AS NOT TO BUY THE WRONG SIZE. SHE STILL INSISTS THAT I PURCHASE
THESE SLIPS BY MYSELF. AT FIRST I WAS VERY EMBARRASSED TO WALK INTO THE
LINGERIE DEPARTMENTS OF WAL-MART, SEARS OR MACY'S AND ASK A
SALESGIRL (LADY) FOR HELP IN PICKING OUT THESE VARIOUS SLIPS
FOR FEAR THAT THEY WOULD THINK THAT THEY WERE FOR ME, BUT THANK GOD MY
WIFE IS MUCH SMALLER THAN ME (AT LEAST 100 lbs. SMALLER). NEEDLESS TO
SAY NOW MY WIFE HAS MORE FULL SLIPS IN SO MANY COLORS THAN SHE HAS HALF
SLIPS, SOMETIMES SHE WEARS THEM TO BED AS A NIGHTGOWN. I DON'T KNOW
HOW I GET ANY SLEEP.

ASIDE FROM MY WIFE, MY CURRENT SLIP EPISODES ONLY INVOLVE THAT
RARE WOMAN THAT STILL WEARS A SLIP WITH A SKIRT OR DRESS. THIS
OCCURRENCE HAPPENS ONLY ONCE IN A BLUE MOON NOW THAT MOST SKIRTS
ARE NOW FULLY LINED (boo-hoo!). MY NEIGHBOR ACROSS THE STREET HAS WORN
SLIPS A FEW TIMES SINCE THEY'VE MOVED IN ABOUT A YEAR AGO. HER JOB
MUST REQUIRE PRIM & PROPER ATTIRE BECAUSE I'VE NOTICED MORE THAN A FEW
TIMES THAT SECRETIVE LACED HEM MAKE AN UNANNOUNCED SHOWING WHEN
SHE WAS REACHING FOR SOMETHING OR BENDING THE WRONG WAY. ALWAYS A GOOD
SHOW NO MATTER WHAT THE WEATHER.

THIS EPISODE HAPPENED ABOUT 6 YEARS AGO WHILE AT WORK. THERE IS THIS
WOMAN I WOULD LOVE TO GIVE THE HIGH HARD ONE TO AND SHE THE SAME TO ME
IF NOT FOR THE INSTITUTION OF MARRIAGE. ANYWAY, ONE DAY AT WORK IN THE OFFICE, THIS WOMAN MANAGED TO SPILL SOME KIND OF COFFEE, INK, OR TONER ON HER SKIRT. IT WAS AROUND 9:30a.m. WHEN THIS HAPPENED. ALL
THESE WOMEN WORK IN THEIR OWN LITTLE SEMI- PRIVATE CUBICLES.
NEEDLESS TO SAY, THIS WOMAN PROCEEDS TO REMOVE HER SKIRT
IN THE OFFICE, WALK DOWN THE HALLWAY TO THE LADIES' ROOM AND RINSE
OUT HER SKIRT AS BEST SHE COULD. I IMAGINE NO ONE NOTICED THIS
WOMAN IN HER SLIP BECAUSE IT WAS SIMILAR IN COLOR TO HER SKIRT.
AROUND 11 a.m. I COME INTO THE OFFICE TO HAND THIS WOMAN SOME PAPERWORK AND I NOTICE WHAT I'VE ALWAYS DREAMED OF HAPPENING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I ASKED HER WHAT HAPPENED AND SHE TOLD ME OF HER
PREDICAMENT. THIS WOMAN LIVED ABOUT ONE MILE FROM HER JOB SO HER HUSBAND ALWAYS DROPPED HER OFF ON HIS WAY TO WORK SO SHE COULDN'T ZIP RIGHT HOME AND GET A NEW SKIRT. I GAVE HER MY JACKET TO WEAR LIKE A
BEACH TOWEL UNTIL I COULD DRIVE HER HOME, BUT TO MY AMAZEMENT AND FULL
APPROVAL SHE HANDED ME MY JACKET WHEN WE WERE ABOUT 10 FEET FROM MY
TRUCK AND LET ME OPEN THE DOOR FOR HER AND HELP HER INTO THE SOMEWHAT ELEVATED TRUCK. SHE WAS WEARING A NAVY BLUE BLOUSE WITH A BEIGE-YELLOW HALF SLIP, TAN PANTYHOSE AND NAVY BLUE THREE INCH OPEN-TOED HEELS. NOW OF COURSE I TOOK THE LONG WAY TO HER HOUSE BUT WHAT I REALLY LOVED WAS THAT SHE DIDN'T SEEM OVERLY EMBARRASSED BY THE SITUATION HOWEVER SHE DID CROSS AND UNCROSS HER LEGS A WHOLE MESS OF TIMES AND EACH TIME YOU COULD HEAR THAT UNMISTAKABLE SOUND OF PANTYHOSE GLIDING ACROSS NYLON (MUSIC TO MY EARS). ANYWAY, WE GOT TO HER HOUSE, SHE
CASUALLY WALKED IN AND CAME OUT WEARING A TOTALLY NEW ENSEMBLE BUT I
NEVER GOT A GLIMPSE OF ANY MORE LINGERIE THAT DAY. I GUESS YOU CAN'T
COMPLAIN!

MY OTHER RECOLLECTIONS OF SLIP- CLAD WOMEN ARE MY MOTHER AND MY TWO
SISTERS, ALL WHO BY THE WAY PAVED THE WAY FOR MY FETISH WITH NYLON (SLIPS
IN PARTICULAR). 
WELL MERCEDES, THAT ENOUGH FOR NOW. MAYBE THE GOOD LORD WILL LET ME HAVE
SOME MORE LUCK IN SEEING WOMEN IN THEIR SLIPS OR MAYBE I'LL HAVE TO START BUYING ALL MY WIFE'S LINGERIE FROM NOW ON====>>> OH BOY!!!!

WINNER

SLIPPING INTO THE SACK

Sally and I had worked at adjacent work stations for about two years. We had
become quite good friends. I thought she was very attractive but I knew that
she wasn't attracted to me, however I was happy just being friends. She had
a tendency to dress for comfort rather than for looks; which is fine in our
job where you only talk to the customer and you are never seen, but it was
nice to see her on the occasions that she did dress up. Like the day we both got fired.

Sally came in wearing a black two piece business suit and with a few inches added to her height by her heels. I guess she was going somewhere after work, maybe an interview for another job, which, in the circumstances, wasn't a bad idea. I noticed that her white blouse, which peeked out of the front of her jacket was silky and trimmed with a lot of lace, in fact, it looked
like a slip. Now I have had a thing about slips for as long as I can remember, certainly from the time that I realized that girls were different
to guys. Her legs were wrapped in dark nylon with seams running down the backs of her legs. Could they be stockings!? I told her that she looked great. I told her that I liked the blouse. "Oh, it's not a blouse, it's my slip."

Wow!! I started to tell her about this thing I had about slips, I knew she would find it amusing, but she wouldn't make fun of me for it. As we were talking she dropped her pen, down on the side away from me. As she lent over in her chair to reach the pen she turned half away from me and stretched down, as her thighs rose off her chair, her skirt rode up behind, Yes!! They
really were stockings. The problem was, I didn't just think, Yes!! They
really are stockings, I actually shouted out, "Yes!! They really are stockings!"

She looked at me with contempt. She sat square in her chair and pulled her skirt up so that I could see the lacy hem of her slip just covering the top of her stocking. The dark nylon and the bump of the suspender button where clearly visible through the smooth white silk that was drawn tight across her thigh. "Does this actually excite you?" she asked.
"To be truthful Sally, it's driving me wild!"
"Well maybe I should pull my skirt back down; for my own safety," she teased. As she slid her bottom forward in her chair, exposing even more of the smooth silk. I was about to say that she could pull her skirt all the way down, down to the floor, but she saved me from saying too much too soon by suddenly sitting up straight and pulling the skirt back to where it
should be, and no further, and saying primly, "I think that's enough of that!"

We turned back to our work, by my heart wasn't in it and I found it difficult to concentrate. Sally too, wasn't concentrating, although to look at her you would think that she was so engrossed in her work that she hadn't realized that her skirt had ridden up again and the stocking tops were on view once more. As she reached for things on her desk she would wriggle her bum round
to work her skirt up higher. Obviously she had found the earlier "slip show" more of a turn on than she would admit and now she was in full tease mode. I pretended not to notice. She "accidentally" showed some more upper thigh and silky slip. Still I showed no interest. I could tell that this was really bugging her.

Eventually my lack of interest got to be too much for her and she swung her chair around to face me while rocking back and raising her knees to the height of her face and, at the same time, opening her legs!! "Do you like my panties?"
she asked.

"Not 'arf!!" I replied, swinging my own chair to face her. They were white and silky with a lace trim and a perfect match for the slip, which was providing a soft feminine frame to this wonderful view of panties, stockings and suspenders. She ran her fingers over the front of the panties and said,
"Look, my panties match my slip." I was looking!! Her fingers slipped over the smooth material and hooked under at the side. As she stroked herself I nearly exploded. She had got herself so worked up that she had forgotten
that we were at work and that the boss, or anyone else could walk in at any moment. She had me under her spell and that was all that mattered to her now.

She stood up and reaching down to its hem, she slowly, oh so slowly, eased her skirt up, all the way to her waist. Then she did the same with her slip, pulling it slowly up to uncover the tops of her stockings. I just sat silent and transfixed. I was trying to store every detail in my memory. Her panties were fully exposed now and she turned her back to me before bending forwards
from the waist. The silky material of her panties stretched tight across her exquisite bottom. My jaw was so slack that my tongue was reaching the floor. She wriggled her hips, I was moaning with delight as her buttocks swayed under the screen of shiny silk.

Her next move was to stand up straight again and turn back towards me. She smoothed her skirt back into place and started to unbutton her jacket. I have no idea if she had ever visited any "places of erotic entertainment" or whether she was just a natural, but she sure knew how to strip in the most seductive and tantalizing manner. As the jacket opened I gasped as I
realized that she wore no bra under that clinging, unruffled, lustrous, slip. Her own excitement was obvious as her nipples stood out beneath the material like chapel hat-pegs. Once the jacket hit the floor, she started to
unfasten her skirt and slid it down her thighs to reveal the whole of the slip and the lace of the hem that just covered her stocking tops.

Kicking the discarded skirt clear with her high-heeled foot, she began to dance around the room, bending and stretching, and spinning around so that the slip flew up to expose her thighs and the naked flesh between stocking
tops and panties. I was now paralyzed, totally incapable of movement. Then she stopped, right in front of me, and, gathering the slip at her waist, she inched the hem upwards with an exquisite and infinite slowness until her
panties were fully revealed, only a few short inches from my face.

By now I was in grave danger of forgetting to breathe. She held the slip up for about a minute to let me drink in all the detail of her lingerie, before letting it drop back into place. Now she turned her back on me and reaching up under the slip she began to remove her panties. Again it was all done slowly and carefully, but she was unable to avoid giving me the odd glimpse
of her beautiful bottom. As she stepped out of the panties she turned back
towards me. What would happen next?

What happened was our boss walked in at that moment. Now, I know what we were doing was not really permissible on the firm's time and that we should have been paying more attention to our work, but I think instant dismissal was going a little far, even if we are, or rather were, air traffic controllers.

Well. All I can say is if Ben & Jerry's or Bluebell could come up with a
French Silk Pie half as tasty as your set by the same name, the world
would be a better place! I think this was one of your many, many bests!
Loved the sexy slip, the appliquéd garter belt and the full-fashioned
stockings in a lovely brown shade. And of course, the woman bedraped in
all that finery continues to be the modern equivalent of Helen of Troy,
"The Face that Launched a Thousand Ships." Although in your case
Mercedes, it would have to be changed to "The Face that Launched a
Thousand Slips!" Best regards, Tanker.

God grant us all such a teacher!

The Little Slip.

We all know those famous "photos of history". You know the ones...Pearl Harbor, Enola Gay and the H
Bomb, London in the Blitz, the Moon Walk...there are a few that merit inclusion in the "World's Top Ten"
photos.

But, the most famous one of all was nothing to do with the great affairs of men. It was of a pretty girl standing
over a pavement vent with her skirt blowing up. That picture of Marilyn Monroe at least proves that humanity
gets it's priorities right sometimes! Only one thing was missing. To the grief and dismay of thousands of
miserable men, she wasn't wearing stockings and suspenders, or garters, as you in the US of A would have
it. How much more naked and girly and "revealed" she would have looked if she had been wearing them;
even though doing so would have meant wearing more clothes than less.

Girls who are skilled practitioners of the use of stocking tops as a weapon know all too well of their lethal
effect on whichever man this weapon is directed at and also of the fact that, in a purely localized sense, it
gives them an H Bomb effect no less than that of Enola Gay the plane. It is devastating. The stocking top
and little piece of garter strap (perhaps) is the ultimate indicator of availability, sin, excitement and adventure.
That apparently innocent and mistaken display of a just a little bit of stocking top enables the nice girl to play
the "tart's card" whilst maintaining the "good girl image" and it's a recipe that no man can resist.

Just as lethal is the clingy and rather short slip with the lacy hem that struggles valiantly and quite
unsuccessfully to cover those same stocking tops and which, more deliciously still, also fails to conceal the
garter straps properly, whilst clinging indecently to breasts, hips, thighs and bum. The silk slip or chiffon silk
slip covers everything but nothing at all. Good girls wear slips which make them into bad girls and that is very
nice.

If Marilyn was the queen of the blown up skirt, the queen of the slip and flagrantly revealed stocking top was
the French actress Jeanne Moreau. Clever, articulate and a "serious" actress, she seemed to spend most of
her films discussing politics in her slip, stockings and garters. No wonder French men regarded her as
"serious Mistress Material". They cant forget it years later! Nor should they.

Sadly, the slip or half slip hasn't been "de rigeur" or even a little bit fashionable for over twenty years. "It's for
oldies", "it's for fuddy duddies" is the common refrain, though the real reason has more to do with centrally
heated offices and nice warm cars. The girls don't need them, so the girls don't wear them.

But, that's not always the case. Right at the end of the eighties, my wife and I were back in London after a stint
working overseas and living with her sister while we house hunted. I was very busy and quite OK but she
was in a house that wasn't hers and bored to tears, so she took a job in a pub which was one of those
classic, booming, wealthy, working class pubs frequented by the various builders, car dealers and gangsters
who made fortunes ripping off London's wealthy and pretentious.

Katrina loved working there, even if the money was lousy. The sheer entertainment made it worthwhile and
she enjoyed the mystery she generated there..as to why such a smart "up market", "posh" "bit of crumpet"
(that's London talk) should be working behind the bar.

"Are you coming to the pub on Friday night to watch me, Angela and Petra do our Go Go thing?" she asked
one November evening as I sipped my gin and tonic before dinner. I didn't have the faintest idea what she
was talking about and said so. Every now and again all of England gets into total fervor over the sufferings
of this starving group or that famine hit country and raises vast sums of cash from an even vaster series of
crazy charity stunts with the aim of aiding whoever it is in trouble. It's all worthy stuff and often enough, good
fun. This was "Aid for Ruritania" or something and the "Go Go Dancing" was what Katrina and her mates
behind the bar were going to do as "their bit" to raise cash in the pub.
Since Go Go dancing was hopelessly "naff" (London talk again) and dated, I wasn't very interested but grumpily
said "Yup, OK" and ignored the entire saga.

But, on the Friday night I wasn't ignoring anything. Quite the reverse in fact. I was lying on the bed watching
Katrina get dressed for her "event" and getting a little worried. I was also getting a little excited. Katrina, like all
fashion conscious girls is a total coquette, tease and show off...within limits. But, I was beginning to wonder
what these limits were.

She was prancing cheerfully round the bed room getting ready in her best black seamed stockings..my
favorites with the double tops, black high heels and suspenders and looking absolutely gorgeous with her
bare titties bobbing up and down as she did things. She hates bras.. And her panties were gorgeous too.
Little white clingy chiffon ones with ruffles which clung lasciviously to her gorgeous bum. That bothered me.
White panties with black stockings? That wasn't her style. With Katrina everything had to either match or be
"appropriate". Gorgeous she looked in this mixture of black and white but she also looked like a very
expensive and shameless little tart and that was both very exciting and very worrying, because it plainly wasn't
just intended for me to enjoy.

"I like the dress", I said sarcastically and defensively as she slid a white, very slinky, short, silky and
revealing number down over her body and smoothed it out. I was appalled. It was beautiful but left her
stocking tops almost totally revealed and showed just about everything else if only by suggestion. "It isn't a
dress, it's slip, you moron" she laughed. Should I have known? Well, maybe so, but no girl had worn anything
like that for years and when they had, they were never as short and revealing as this little outrage.
Nonetheless, I was very relieved and settled back to ogle her at my leisure as she moved around her doing
her makeup, nails and all the other girly things that girly girls do to keep themselves happy and us too, of
course.

As to the reason for this sudden re introduction of the "pre historic" slip into modern London couture and
charity go go dancing circles I was soon to find it out. "We've decided to auction ourselves in turn on a per
dance basis" Katrina announced "and then once that little novelty has worn off, we are going to auction off our
dresses and then start off all over again dancing without them on to really get the cash in...and since I am not
dancing for anyone with my titties bared, I am wearing a slip and so are the others; smart eh?"

I thought it was smart all right and also a fiendish example of female cunning since the dozy reprobates in
the pub would all pay over the odds to get the girls dresses off for the dances to come because they were too
dim to realize that slips had been tactically re introduced by Katrina and the other girls. "You cunning bunch
of little bitches" I said. She sniggered, well pleased with herself.

But, I wasn't very keen on the idea. The idea of Katrina dancing in a pub, albeit for charity, in the clingiest of
clingy chiffon silk slips, with her titties wobbling in the flimsy material and her stocking tops on show
bothered me a lot. I loved the idea in one way but I didn't want others to enjoy what I enjoyed. I muttered
something about that. "Don't be so silly" she laughed in reply. "You've been with me hundreds of times on the
beach when I've been totally naked except for a teeny bikini bottom with hundreds of people looking at me".
And of course, she was right, I had and what she was up to on this Friday night meant showing nothing at all
in comparison. What could I say?

She stepped into a little black taffeta dress with flouncy skirts which was far too short because the designer
had assumed that panty hose or tights would be going with it. The slightest movement the wrong way meant
Katrina's stocking tops were provocatively on show and a bit of bare thigh too if she was really careless.
When I pointed that out I was curtly informed "Good, all the more for the refugees, stop being a grump and do
the hooks up at the back for me". Despairing, I gave up quibbling, did as asked, helped her on with her coat
and within minutes we were walking up the road to the pub.

Loud cheers greeted Katrina, not me, of course, as we walked in and even more cheers as the other two
girls walked in within seconds, with their own boyfriends looking equally unsettled to myself.

After about ten minutes I was lost in the uproar and more cheerful. It's wonderful what a couple of stiff
whiskies will do for the nerves. Katrina and the girls were all serving like mad and giving smart answers to all
the quips and suggestive but good natured jokes.

Next thing, Fat Humphrey the Publican is announcing something to all and sundry; particularly the sundry, in
fact. It's worth mentioning that in an English pub there is rarely if ever any service at the tables and most
people anyway stand around the bar, if there is room. " Ladeeeeez and Gentlemen " intoned Humphrey,
wreathed in smiles, because he knew that for every pound the Refugees would get he was going to get three
" tonight the lads and I are serving behind the bar and Katrina, Petra and Angela are serving at the tables".
Loud and raucous cheers greeted this as the bar emptied and a veritable mob headed for the tables, which
in an English pub are usually half empty. "And", he went on "table service will carry a surcharge or ten percent
which will go the to the homeless, miserable refugees because you 'orrible, gawping, ogling lot deserve to
pay through the nose for your 'orrible 'abits". Hissing, booing, laughter and roars greeted this particular
announcement.

It was a skilful move. The English cant resist the naughty, the stocking top or the risqué and he knew it. And it
worked. Out of the corner of my eye and trying hard to be nonchalant, I noticed Katrina teetering around in her
high heels carrying tray after tray off drinks and and skillfully bending over so as to show just enough stocking
top to the occupants of the next table so that they too would demand yet more drinks. I believe this is called
direct marketing.

I think the dancing started about ten. The pork like Humphrey had announced his auction system and it
ended up with various groups of tables bidding separately. It was going well because the girls had done at
least a five or six records between them, raising about a hundred quid (pounds to you Americans and non
Cockneys), which wasn't bad. Katrina had done the best; or her stocking tops had. Dancing on top of a big
pub table ensured that the charity minded drinkers had a very good view indeed. Was this where table top
dancing started? I doubt it.

Then there was a rest with "normal service" for about half an hour before the beaming Humphrey, once
again, clambers up on the little pub stage and announces the dress auction prior to what he called "another
exclusive display of exotic and provocative in house entertainment for your plezzzzure ladeeeez and
gentuurrllllmen" followed by another plea to "bid generrrrouosssssleeee".

They did bid but not enough so for Angela and Petra. But they bid very generously indeed for Katrina..over fifty
pounds. It was those stockings and suspenders that made sure of that. "Come on Stockingtop" one of the
bidders bawled when she graciously accepted the offer. Let's have that little dress off". She smiled and
ignored that. Then the music started..Bad Girls by Donna Summer. She looked very bad indeed indeed.
Slowly the dress came off.
As she peeled the top down it became clear to all..she wasn't naked underneath, she was wearing a slip!
Horror and disappointment showed on some faces, fascinated grins on others. A hail of jokes, roars of
"we've been done" and howls of laughter broke out. It was a comedy and Katrina couldn't stop laughing as she danced.

But, she didn't disappoint them at all. As Donna bashed out the words to Bad Girl, Katrina danced like a very
bad girl indeed. She didn't show anything, she didn't have to. She wriggled around to the music on the stage,
then got up onto a table again and all the time wobbling her breasts provocatively inside her slip so that they
looked as if at any minute they would pop out of the flimsy material. I was loving every minute myself. One
doesn't see one's wife dance like that at home and it wouldn't work if she did.No audience! No atmosphere!
No showing off! One minute she was wobbling her breasts, the next minute she was leaning forward so they
hung down almost bared so everyone could have a good look...almost. I remembered her words about near
nudity on the beach and didn't worry apart from the fact that I noticed her nipples were standing out through
the flimsy chiffon rather a lot. "Must be the cold", I told myself. It was boiling hot in the room.

When the first record finished, they wanted three more dances and she raised yet more cash. By now she
was getting braver and showing her bum and panties off. At one stage, she was brazenly dancing with her
slip tucked up around her waist with those shameless white panties, which concealed virtually nothing,
completely on show. The crowd was laughing and cheering away and those cries traditional to the Brits
under such circumstances of "get 'em off" were ringing out. Katrina wasn't "getting 'em off" and said so.
Katrina was tired and wanted a break. Disappointed moans and groans all round. I was just relieved.She sat
down for a few minutes and then began to serve at the tables again. That went down well. No girl in world
history was ever so ogled so much or sold so many drinks so quickly.

There was one hell of an atmosphere in the pub and the drink was selling by the kilo litre. Someone was
clapping their hands loudly for silence. It was Humphrey..again! How he loved the role of impresario! and
that of retail liquor baron!

"Ladeeeez, Gentuurrrrlmen" he started "we have raised nine hundred and twenty pounds and if we make
another eighty, we will have done the thousand" He pointed to one side "These noble gentlemen over here
will put up another fifty if the rest of you put up the rest for Katrina to do one more dance and if the charming
lady will agree to do just one little teeny weeny dance with her kit off in the nude". Shouts and cheers rang out.
Katrina looked bothered. I was panicking. She wasn't having any of it, they were pleading, there were cries of
"come on Katrina, think of the starving orphans"..every blackmail they could think of they tried. It was
ludicrous. She started laughing and then meant she was softening.
I could see whispering. Humphrey looked pleased.

"The charming lady has agreed to a compromise, she has agreed to remove one more item of clothing, so,
you have a choice Gentlemen...the gorgeous white slip and gorgeous bare titties..or the those delicate little
white panties and the thought of what you might have seen if you lot had offered a thousand pounds but
didn't!" The room dissolved into a hubbub of cheers, laughter and heated argument.

Somehow, in all this, a decision emerged. It was to be Katrina's panties. There was deathly silence as the
music started..it was Bad Girls again..very bad girls would have been more appropriate. Katrina began to
dance. Slowly her panties began to come down and she wriggled around the stage. Total silence from the
crowd. Down over her stocking tops, then to her knees and, then, with her feet together, she let them flop to the
ground and stepped out of them. That broke the silence. Applause and clapping broke out; cheers too.
Wobbling her breasts she gyrated around the floor and gyrated her hips too as suggestively as decency
would allow and letting the slip ride up her bare thighs but not quite enough to let anyone see what they really
wanted to see. I was staring hypnotized, so were most of the men in the room.

And then suddenly, she wriggled her shoulders so the slip's straps slid down her arms and let the whole top
flop down to her waist leaving her titties bared and wobbling. Quite without shame, she tucked her thumbs in
to her garter belt at her hips with her hands over the folds of slip and began to really dance. One again, the
room was totally silent and it stayed silent until the record ended. You don't get polite opera house applause
in English pubs for a stunt like that but that's what Katrina got and endless very nice compliments of the
savory type. Humphrey opened three bottles of champagne which he, the other girls and Katrina dispensed
"on the house" from trays. She hadn't even bothered to pull her slip back up to cover herself until I whispered
"brazen hussy" in her ear.

Just after midnight, we were sitting in one of those black London taxis on the way home, Katrina, of course, in
just her slip stockings and high heels, for the auctioned dress had "disappeared" as we knew it would. The
taxi driver had goggled and said nothing except for "you lot 'ave 'ad a good time by the look of it" before asking
for the address. I slid my hand up Katrina's thigh. "Where are your panties?" I asked, faintly irritated. "Oh, I
gave them to that lot that up the last fifty quid" she answered brightly with a glint in her eye. "Tart" I answered,
half meaning it and half overcome with desire. She looked at me again with that look in her eye, that strange
glint. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, sliding the lacy hem of her slip up. "Of course", I answered. She
laughed lightly, "well" she said "You know the old saying, what you see is what you get or, in this case, what
you can have if you want it".

I couldn't have put it better myself.

Hello Mercedes,
Thank you for starting up this great slip site. So many slip sites have poor
photography and/or a second page that starts with, "Enter Credit Card
Number."

I have been turned on by ladies in slips for as long as I can remember. I
think 1960's television and movies have a lot to do with it. They would use
the slip as a device to suggest nudity or eroticism with actually revealing
anything, so that they didn't fall foul of the censors. Yet, at the same
time as it conceals the direct view, the slip actually reveals the
underlying shape and, therefore, stirs the imagination. Its light material
suggests femininity, especially if it has a lace trim and when it lays
against the skin of a lady it takes on those lovely curves. When a slip is
transparent enough to show the next layer of underwear beneath or is
stretched tight to show the outlines, it becomes especially erotic, and yet,
at the same time, it remains innocent and modest.

For many famous actresses a slip scene was as near as they ever came to
nudity, and many actresse