Trade Show Discoveries 1
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My job often required week long trips to trade shows in places like Las Vegas. Being away from home and friends allowed me to be a different person and thinking of that got me all excited as I lay in bed this morning caressing my parts thru the sheer nylon panties I had worn to bed. My hands could not stop squeezing my A cup man boobs thru the white lace shelf bra binding my chest. My mind was making up all kinds of hot imagery about an encounter that might have happened at a recent show.
You arrived in Las Vegas late in the evening the day before you had to work a trade show at the convention center. You were tired and ready to get a good nights sleep but there was prep the needed to happen first.
You put your suitcase on the stand and opened it. The scene before you made you instantly hard as you gazed at the collection of soft and sexy, smooth and silky, feminine underclothes you had brought along. A whole week of dressing as you wanted with no one to judge you about anything they might get a glimpse of standing in the great hall of commerce or a casino or at a show. Seven days of girly bliss awaited you but it was time to prepare.
Of course you did not know that 2 floors below the same scene was happening in my room.
Outer clothes removed and neatly folded on the extra bed you turned to the mirrors and smiled, feeling warmth surround you as you relished in the vision of yourself in the feminine mode with a white satin bra with lacy trim, nylon panties adorned with lace panels to the left and right sides, your prick bulging more as you looked. The white lace top thigh high hose only served to enhance the moment. You hated to take all of that off but turned away with a sigh and quickly unhooked, slithered out of, and rolled down the garments. Off to the shower.
The warm spray tickled your nipples as you squeezed your budding breasts while switching to the massage setting on the shower head. You loved the feeling of hot spray assaulting your tits. Handle in hand those powerful pulses were soon pounding your balls as the water warmed your cock.
Grabbing the Skintamate women's shave gel, which you had convinced your wife you needed for normal manly grooming, you lather up your privates and oh so carefully stroked the razor making sure that everything was as smooth as a baby bottom. Gripping and playing with your nuts later confirmed the need for perfection in hair removal.
Then you sat on the tiled bench in the large shower and shaved your thighs with the same precision. The hose stay up so much better on bare flesh and the silky nylon feels more intensely exciting as well. Standing, you made sure that the backs of the thigh were as nice as the front and even drew the razor all the way up to your waist over both firm, soon to be pantied, perky butt cheeks.
One last area if you could stop caressing the already oh so smooth parts. Your upper body. Chest, armpits and that nasty treasure trail by your navel. The hair had to go. Even your sister had told you that when she first caught you in her underwear so long ago. The bras feel so much nicer in direct contact with the smooth nerve rich surface of your boobs.
Now you were almost ready for bed. A good dry with those big hotel towels and a nice dusting of vanilla scented body powder and out to the bedroom for the gift wrap your now sexy body deserved. On top of your suitcase was a bright yellow satin charmusse lace trimmed nightgown. Lifting it high over your head you let it just kind of flutter down over your body. The tickling touches of the fabric hardened your nipples and did nothing to lessen your very erect "clit". The spaghetti straps settled and the lacy bottom fell inches below your balls. The mirror again revealed the hot mid thigh look and silken sheen of your bedtime garb. Yea for business trips and getting to wear the `good stuff' to bed.
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