The Invitation Part 4

As he rose naked from the bed she placed the black sheer suspender belt
around his waist and fastened the hooks.

"OK, you know how to do this now, and it's good practice, so you don't
need my help," she said as she handed him the packet of black lace top
stockings.

Jack ripped the packet open and extracted the first stocking, unwrapping
it from the cardboard that had kept its shape in the packet. He held the
first stocking up to the light and admired the delicate lace around the
top. He had always admired women's clothing - not in some sort of perverted
way, but rather almost an envy thing. There was just so much more variety.
Take socks for example. Men wore socks. Women on the other hand had the
choice between socks, stockings or tights. And even if Jack thought that
tights were pretty horrible and should be banned, he still as a little
envious of the options available. He became aware that he was standing
staring at a stocking and shook himself out of his reverie.

"Dreaming honey?" Sally asked.

"Yeah. Sorry, miles away!" he replied.

"OK, do it like I showed you then."

Jack opened the top of the black lace topped stocking and put his
flattened hand inside, as Sally had shown him. He gathered the material up
his forearm as he worked his fingers down towards the toe. Reaching it, he
gathered the material between his two thumbs and sat down on the bed ready
to put the stocking on. Pointing his toes as he had been shown, he gently
placed the first stocking over the end of his foot, enjoying the unfamiliar
sensation of the soft material against his skin. He pulled the flimsy
garment over the rest of his foot, making sure that the heel was straight
and then drew the stocking over his lower leg, gradually releasing more
material as he went. As he reached mid thigh he eased the stocking top
backwards and forwards to make sure that it reached the whole distance and
then adjusted it so that it sat straight and neat with three inches of up