'Twas The Night After Xmas. . .

[dancer56]

It was nice the quiet gift exchange me and Superman had Christmas
Eve. And the hot shower scene right after made it a Christmas I won't
soon forget. Superman is such a hunk out of his clothes. Not only does he
look dashing in full costume (and quite cute dressed as Clark Kent), but
to see him naked is an experiance that escapes words.
You discover that the chisled look he has in his Superman costume is
not quite as chisled as when he takes it off. All off! He is extreme to
say the least in fine muscle architecture, and high definition. His dark
midnight black hair is so evenly spread among his entire body, it looks
like nature spent extra time placing it in the proper places. A blender
couldn't have spun the hair chests around his puckered tits so well. The
hair surrounding his manliness engulfs it with nightshadow that makes it
seem more huge than it already is. His big, almost awkward thighs, rub
against up each other as he smoothly walks around, and his strong awesome
bubble butt moves with a hardness that just makes me sigh. It takes his
quiet reasurring smile to put his masculine perfection into the welcome
zone.
And his eyes tell me that I'm allowed to touch him. Probably the way
a great many people would accept the same invitation if given a chance to
do just that. When he smiles in his nakedness, his dimples almost
outshine his huge biceps. That evening in the shower was spent heating up
the bathroom in a way the hot water didn't. The mirror was covered with
moisture so thick, it looked like it had snowed. Of course, his strong
manly and loving gestures of buttfucking me for over forty-five minutes
added the course of heated pleasure. When he got through with me I was
almost drowining head first in the water we were wading in the bathtub.
My hands were desperately keeping me from completely being submerged by
holding onto the sides of the bathtub, bracing myself steadily.
His strong hands were both holding me down on my backside, as the
water in the tub was splashing wildly with each force of his huge thighs
jack-hammering into the back of my butt.
If I hadn't ever been so accustomed to his incredible hardcore
fucking sessions, I would have been in some kind of traction, I'm sure. I
sometimes wonder what it is he's thinking to drive him so incredibly wild
with mexican bull top lust. I feel like a washrag screeching back and
forth over a very long thick wet faucet. His dickhead, I'm also sure, has
a mind of its own. I can feel it many times writhe inside of me as if
searching for that area that has yet to be touched by a major dickhead.
And as it searches, it is enjoying every moment of triumph. His balls
driving and slapping themselves in future delivery of his pure pleasure
in searching that cave of mine he loves to haunt. Needless to say, I
slept quite well.
He always lets me sleep on his chest after a good fuck session, and
he never turns about during the entire night, always holding me with his
left arm.
It was the night after Christmas that I remembered to pull the joke
on him I had anticipated many months prior to this holiday. I told
Superman to check his personalized Santa sock on the fireplace mantle. He
reached in and pulled out a small package of nylons. Men's pantyhose to
be exact, which I was used to wearing myself, and quite frankly, he liked
to see me wearing. He once told me that he wouldn't be caught wearing
such a thing himself, since his blue tights managed to bogart his time in
tight clothing. He didn't mind me wearing them so much because he thought
they made me look sexy. Especially the sheer tan with noticeable seams
around my upper thigh. As a matter of fact, he once bought me fifty
dollars worth of men's sheer tan pantyhose as a birthday gift.
On the night after Xmas, I decided to try to talk him into wearing a
pair just for me. He responded with the two words that declared he was
slightly upset. "YOUR CRAZY." I became quiet, which usually drives him up
the wall. After five minutes, he took his pants off, and leaving his
black swimwear like underwear on, he got the hose I bought him. I got him
extra large because I knew his large muscle legs would need all the
expanding material it required to surround him iwth nylon pleasure. "You
better be right about this. . ." he kept going as he struggled to get the
new hose on. In the meantime, I grabbed a polaroid camera I kept next to
the chair hidden to take a shot of him while he wasn't looking. Superman
was focused solely on getting the pantyhose on without rippiing them
apart with his manly muscle strength. Even his Superman curl showed signs
of bouncing around irregularly as he huffed and puffed about struggling
to inch the tight new pantyhose upward.
As he pulled his strong thumbs around his hard thighs spreading the
top part of the pantyhose around his butt, I opened the polaroid and
cried, "Superman, look!" His head bobbled up with awkward motion, and I
snapped the picture. The taken picture shot out of the camera, and he
stopped cold. "I can not believe you just did that, how could you", he
said to me. Once the picture slowly developed you could see one of the
most muscular and handsome musclemen in the world putting on a pair of
sheer soft tan pantyhose underneath his white bulging t-shirt. I laughed
til I cried. And Superman just sat on the chair motionless still engulfed
in sheer tan pantyhose looking at me.
I must admit, his legs looked awfully sexy in those tight see
through pantyhose for men. So I put the camera and picture aside, and
knelt between his legs. Or at least attempted to, as he suddenly got up
from the chair bemused at my actions. But as he moved away, he came back
to me as I was kneeling on the wooden floor. He shoved his covered bulged
crotch next to my mouth and said, "So is this what you wanted? To make me
look like a jerk?" But as he was teasing me with his remarks, he moved
his hips back and forth sideways coaxing me to try to put my mouth on the
moving bulge in front of me. His legs looked awesome, and his calves
could not be hidden by such kinky attire. To be frank, all I wanted to do
was just chew on him dressed as he was. But I got up, and added more
humiliation to the scenario. I grabbed a brown wrinkled bag from behind
the living room chair and pulled from it a large hand me down over floral
designed frilly dress, with the largest foot sized pumps I could find,
and a Mary Poppins type hat!
"Oh no," he said. "You don't expect me to wear that thing do you?
What exactly is going through your head the love of my life?" He got the
dress, examined it, and started a slight laugh. "Where did you pick up
this wash rag? You've got to be kidding me! Y-you don't have music you
want me sing, do you?" I didn't say a thing, but shrugged my shoulders as
he was putting the huge dress on. "I can't believe you are letting me do
something as foolish as this. . .dressing in drag. . .what next? TAP
Dance??"
Superman said, "H-how did you know my size?" Looking down at the
large lavender pumps, he told me, "Give me those. These better be my
size, or I'm taking the frilly off. . PRONTO!" I couldn't believe seeing
Superman strut standing in front of me, putting the women's heels on.
"Now what about the hat!" he said. "Give it to me. My God! Or should I
say great Ceaser's ghost, as Perry White would surely say if he saw me in
this get up!" He strapped the very light cloth belt around his waist and
moved his shoulders. "Do I look beguiling to you now handsome? -Huh?"
"I'm afraid tha camera would surely break if I take a picture now. . ."
and I laughed aloud, not even finishing the sentence. He was the biggest
drag queen I had ever seen, with the most muscular legs. . .ever! "Come,
Superman," as I grabbed him by his hand and took him to the back porch.
"Let's enjoy the night air so you can feel the wind under your skirt."
Superman stopped short at the back door, and turned to me asking, "You
aren't going to tell anybody about this?" I said no, and we slowly inched
our way out the back door into the night air with the cool breeze blowing
the winter cold. "Are you sure you didn't forget my umbrella?" Superman
joked.
"OH. . .I do need to get one thing if you just wait here. . .I'll be
right back!" I said to him as he stood there waiting in the floral dress
standing, and looking at me as if I truely had lost my marbles, leaving
him on the back porch dressed in drag. But I closed tha back door as I
went inside, and locked it. He went to the side draped window, and said
calmly, "Open up. Bobby. . .open this back door, so help me or there will
be hell to pay!" I went into the other room and retrieved the camera with
one shot left, and took a flash of him standing in the window with his
left hand on the glass, and his right hand tugging his frilly dress
closed around the collar area. He looked so helpless. I knew he wouldn't
bust the door down because we had just remodeled it, and had the house
repainted. "Ta, ta Superman! If you want me, I'll be in the living room,"
as I walked into the front of the house.
"Robert, open this door or I shall never speak to you again!" That
was the last thing I heard as I left him in the back porch dressed in
women's clothing only. I went into the front room, and expected to hear
him knocking on the front door. While I waited, I took off my long pants
to straighten my own sheer tan pantyhose I had been wearing all evening
long. Meanwhile, Superman was grumbling in the back trying the doorknob
gently without breaking it. "Damn!" he said. He walked to the side of
the open back porch, and stumbled on some empty boxes that had been
stored there. Literally falling over his pumps which he forgot to take
off. .. he overheard a man calling from the backyard.
"Can I help you miss?" the man said with a dog leashed to his arm.
The man managed to walk thru the back wooden gate which was not secured.
He was an older chap with ragged clothes, a strange vest, and a balding
head. His dog appeared like an old hunting dog to Superman, and was
busily putting his nose into the situation on the back lawn. Superman
looked up and tried to mimic a women's voice. "No, I'm ok sir.. .just
leave me alone." "Nonsense, maam" the man insisted. "You've took a mean
spill, and I just wanted to see if you weren"t hurt. Allow me to help you
up." Just as Superman struggled to stand in that silly dress, the man let
out a gasp. To him it suddenly appeared to be a huge lady.
"My!" the man said. "You sure are a hefty lass, my word indeed!"
"Please, sir" Superman went on in a hgh pitched voice, "No help is
necessary, thank-you. I'll be just fine if you let me alone.. . don't you
see?"
"Nonsense madam," the man cleared his throat, "You're hurt, I can
see that. . .let me help you please." The man let his dog to roam free as
he outstreched his arms in a heavy coat.
"Honestly, sir. . .I don't need your help!" Superman almost lost his
high pitch. "But before you leave," Superman tried his utmost high pitch
female in distress voice. "Perhaps you could go to the front of the house
and find my boyfriend who is in the front room living room, ok? That
would be nice, if you could just do that."
"Certainly maam, of course. Does he know you are back here? I mean
all alone by yourself in the dark, its not very nice of him to leave you
by yourself like this."
Superman could not believe his ears. "Just do it. . .please."
The old man struggled himself around the house leaving his hunting
dog with Superman. As he finally got to the front door, the man peered
into the window to see who was inside. Unfortunitely, the blinds were
slightly open to the big window in front as he saw me straightening my
pantyhose around my curvaceous legs. He let out a slight gasp, as he was
bisexual. He became very quiet and did not let his peering presence be
known. He gazed at my body wearing only a thin tank top, with the sheer
mens pantyhose exposing my buttocks. He noticed I was only wearing tennis
shoes and my back was turned to him as he watched. "Well, well" he
muttered. "Not bad. .. not bad indeed."
With that, he motioned his left hand to the crotch of his pants.
"Oh, my. I could really get into something like that." Stroking himself
continually through his bulging pants, it goes to show some men never
lose it, even at a ripe old age. The man felt his dickhead grow at the
sight of my soft round curvy butt. "Jee-whiz, what a guy. If I knew I had
a neighbor like that I would have visited this house years ago. Where did
he come from? And in that pantyhose of his, he looks hot." Finally he
knocked on the window to catch my attention. "Your lady is stuck in the
back porch!" He kept saying several times. I stopped what I was doing,
and grabbed a nearby robe. "My God!" I thought. "What have I done?"
I put the robe down on the couch quickly, and went for the window of
which he was pounding on. I decided, for some reason, to open the window
from inside. The man just as quick put his head into the open window, and
said to me, "Your other half is stuck in the back porch alone, you
meathead!" I couldn't believe how rude this man was. "I'm sorry, I didn't
know." I tried to play innocent to the largest detail. "Let me in", he
said. "I want to have a word with you if you don't mind." As he was about
to tell me off, he dragged himself inside throught the open window and
landed on the couch. I started to fall myself, and he tried to give me a
hand to lift me up.
Suddenly he landed on top of me, as I was bracing myself with my
arms straight out, facing down to the wooden floor. This man was on top
of me, and I could hear him let out an "OUCH!" But as he did that,
pretending he had a bloody nose, I could feel him rubbing his crotch up
against my backside. I could actually feel his long cock from beneath the
crotch of his pants stroking it next to my butt. The material from his
pants were very rough, but that didn't stop him from fidgeting his mound
up and down the side of my pantyhose leg. He almost acted like a sudden
dog in heat, I would have quessed.
"I'm sorry.. . I don't know what came over me," he said apologizing.
"But you feel so good. I'm not usually like that, you know. But I've
havent had some in awhile. You looked so good to me, I couldn't resist.
I'm sorry if I was out of line. Let me help you up, please."
The man helped me up, and began to dust me off, when I felt his
mature hand softly stroke my butt. "That's good," he said quietly. His
hand did not stop at that, but continued to feel every inch of my round
ass, and put the side of his hand into my crevice. He blew a slight
breath in the side of my neck, and said, "I could really get into that."
Before he could continue, Superman appeared dismayed on the front door
porch still dressed in drag shivering. Just at the same time, a huge
spotlight appeared from behind him in that window.
"Hello!" said a voice over an intercom from the street. "Is
everything ok in there?" It was the local police and they had spotted all
three of us causing a comotion. Superman did not turn around at first,
but let out a gritted teeth remark. "Oh, great." The hem of his flowing
dress was breezing in the slight wind, as he turned to the spotlight and
said in the most feminine voice he could muster, "Good night officers,
and thanks for coming, but everything is just peachy here. Toodle-oo!"
Waving with his one hand, the sudden breeze blew his dress sky high, and
Superman let out a yelp as he tried to cover himself abruptly. Both his
pantyhosed legs exposed themselves quickly for a few seconds as he tried
to straighten himself out. The policemen left into the police car, and I
think I could overhear one of them saying to his partner, "Very strange
house, indeed."
Superman turned back towards the house straightening his frilly
dress, as the other officer said aloud, "But did you see the legs on that
one? HOT STUFF, No?"

Robert