Chloe lay back on the plush hotel bed, the soft sheets a welcome contrast to her aching muscles. The dance showcase had been grueling, but she was looking forward to this—her private after-party with Mary.
Mary sat on the edge of the bed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Two pairs of sheer hose lay between them, their crotch sections pressed firmly together, creating a joined unit. Both women were already wearing another pair of sheer hose, rolled down slightly to their thighs, revealing smooth expanses of skin.
“Ready for best of three?” Mary asked, her voice low and playful.
Chloe reached out and traced a finger down Mary’s arm. “Loser buys breakfast in bed tomorrow,” she countered, her own eyes sparkling.
They each picked up the joined pairs of hose. With a shared look, they carefully inserted both leg portions of their respective hose, the cool nylon sliding against their already-clad skin. The sensation was strange, a shared pressure and fullness where the crotches met, and a separate, individual pressure within each of them, a combination that was both unfamiliar and undeniably arousing.
“First round,” Mary announced, positioning herself at the edge of the bed, ready to crawl. “Last one to drop wins. And,” she added with a sly grin, “loser has to wear my most embarrassing outfit to the next campaign event.”
They each picked up a set of the joined hose. The crotch sections were pressed together, creating a seal, while the leg portions dangled free. With a shared look, they carefully inserted the leg portions, the cool nylon sliding against their already-clad skin. The sensation was strange, a shared pressure and fullness that was both unfamiliar and undeniably arousing.
They began to crawl, the soft rustle of nylon against the sheets the only sound in the room. Mary focused on maintaining a slow, steady pace, trying to ignore the growing pressure and the slight sting of the nylon against her most sensitive skin. She could feel Chloe’s pull, a constant reminder of the high stakes. A nervous flutter settled in her stomach. “Just breathe,” she told herself, “focus on the burn.”
Suddenly, Mary felt the joined hose begin to slip. A jolt of panic shot through her. She clenched her inner muscles, her thighs trembling with the effort to hold on. The nylon stretched, the fabric whispering against her damp skin as the inserted leg portion began to slide downwards. A strange mix of fear and exhilaration pulsed through her. She could feel the pressure building, a burning sensation low in her belly, and a warmth spreading through her core. It was a torturous, delicious balance – the fear of losing the game, of having to face that hideous floral dress, versus the undeniable pleasure of the intensifying sensations. She gritted her teeth, her knuckles white as she pressed her hands against the bed, trying to gain any purchase she could. “Not yet,” she muttered under her breath.
Then, just as Mary thought she might actually lose her grip, Chloe suddenly relaxed her pull. The pressure lessened abruptly, and for a split second, Mary thought she was safe. A wave of relief washed over her… only to be replaced by a fresh surge of panic as Chloe resumed her pull, even harder this time. It was a deliberate feint, a cruel but effective trick to throw Mary off balance.
Mary gasped, her breath catching in her throat. The sudden change in pressure sent shivers down her spine, and she felt her control slipping away. Her muscles trembled uncontrollably, and a low moan escaped her lips. The nylon continued to slide downwards, the inserted leg portion slowly but surely being drawn out, each millimeter of movement sending waves of pleasure through her. She could feel the wetness between her legs increasing, the fabric of her own hose becoming damp and slick.
Then, with a final, decisive movement, the inserted leg portion completely slipped out. Only then did the joined crotch sections separate, one part falling onto the plush carpet with a soft thud, the other still partially inside Chloe. The sudden release of pressure, the nylon finally sliding completely out of her, sent a jolt of pure pleasure through her, a wave of intense sensation that quickly escalated into a full-blown orgasm. Her body shuddered violently, her hips arching slightly off the bed. A long, glistening thread of transparent fluid stretched between the now-separated crotch sections of the hose and Mary’s vulva, clinging stubbornly for a moment before finally snapping. The fluid then compulsively dripped down onto her crotch, some of it also splashing onto her thighs and legs due to the sudden recoil of the now-separated hose.
“No…” Mary breathed, her voice laced with disappointment, the echo of her orgasm still lingering. She had lost the first round, and the image of that dress flashed through her mind.
Chloe smiled, a mixture of playful triumph and growing arousal in her eyes. She reached down, picked up Mary’s entire pair of fallen hose—a trophy of her defeat—and tossed it onto the vanity. Droplets of fluid immediately began to drip from the crotch area of the hose onto the polished surface. “Round two,” she said.
Mary, already reaching for a fresh joined pair of hose from the vanity, quickly connected it to Chloe’s still-inserted pair, pressing the crotch sections together to create the connection again. She then inserted her legs into the free leg portions of the new hose, setting them up for the next round. This new configuration felt slightly different, a new pressure and a slightly shifted angle where the crotches met, adding a fresh layer of anticipation.
Chloe smiled, a mixture of playful triumph and growing arousal in her eyes. She reached down, picked up Mary’s fallen leg of the joined hose—a trophy of her defeat—and tossed it onto the vanity. Droplets of fluid immediately began to drip from the foot of the hose onto the polished surface. “Round two,” she said, reaching over to retrieve the other leg portion of the joined hose from still inside her, and grabbing a fresh joined hose from the vanity.
They reset, the tension even thicker this time. As they crawled, Mary’s grip faltered again. She gasped, her face flushing as she felt the hose slipping. Just as it felt like it would fall completely, she instinctively reached down, her fingers quickly adjusting the position of the knotted nylon, pushing it back in place. A small cry escaped her lips as the renewed pressure and the near loss triggered a wave of intense ecstasy, her body trembling.
Chloe watched Mary’s near-slip, a flicker of frustration crossing her face. She was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on the game. The slickness of her own hose, combined with the intense pressure where their bodies met, was making it nearly impossible to maintain her grip. The building pressure and the constant threat of losing were creating a potent mix of anxiety and a growing desperation to win. She wanted a straight game, a fair win, but the odds were stacked against her.
As Chloe felt her own orgasm building, a wave of intense pleasure washing over her, the combination of the intense pleasure and the slippery hose proved too much. Her grip loosened, and the hose began to slide. Knowing she was about to lose, a flash of frustration and a sudden impulse took over. In a swift, almost imperceptible movement, Chloe reached down and briefly inserted a finger, using it to push the hose back into position, buying herself a few precious seconds. The brief insertion, combined with the existing pressure, sent another wave of pleasure through her, momentarily delaying the inevitable.
However, Mary, on the verge of her own climax, her senses heightened, felt the subtle shift in pressure, the unnatural movement. Just before her own orgasm hit, she glanced back and saw Chloe’s hand near her own crotch, the telltale movement of her finger. Her eyes widened in disbelief and a flash of betrayal crossed her face.
Just then, Mary reached her climax. Her body shuddered, a small cry escaping her lips, but with practiced control, she managed to keep her hose firmly in place, her fingers preventing a complete slip. The fluid emerged from the inserted leg portions, some of it splashing onto her legs. “You’re cheating!” Mary exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock, anger, and the lingering echoes of her orgasm.
Instead of letting the game simply end there, however, Mary’s focus sharpened, a fierce determination replacing the earlier playful mood. With a swift, deliberate movement, she reached down and forcibly pulled Chloe’s hose completely out. The sudden release of pressure, combined with the lingering stimulation from Chloe’s cheating finger, triggered a powerful orgasm in Chloe. Her body shuddered violently, her hips arching off the bed as she cried out. The fluid emerged from the now-empty space where the hose had been, some of it dripping onto her crotch and splashing onto her thighs and legs due to the sudden recoil.
Chloe, caught red-handed and now forced to orgasm, was left breathless and humiliated. She had lost control in every sense. She lay there for a moment, stunned, before finally reaching for a fresh pair of joined hose from the vanity, still avoiding Mary’s gaze.
But Mary wasn’t finished. Still slick with her own fluids from her recent orgasm, she picked up a fresh, completely dry pair of joined hose. With a determined look, she leaned over Chloe, who was still recovering from her forced orgasm, and carefully inserted the dry leg portions into Chloe, adding them to the already damp and stimulated area. The contrast was startling – the crisp nylon against Chloe’s now overly sensitive skin, the sudden influx of new material creating a sensation of intense fullness. Mary then, her hands still slick with her own juices, began to finger Chloe fiercely through the layers of nylon, focusing on her clitoris and bringing her to a second, rapid orgasm. Chloe cried out again, her body tensing and releasing in quick succession.
Mary, not satisfied with just one orgasm, retrieved a small, sleek vibrator from her bedside table. With a determined look, she pressed the vibrating head against Chloe’s already throbbing clitoris, attacking it with a relentless intensity. Chloe gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and a hint of fear mixed with the raw pleasure. Mary moved the vibrator in small, tight circles, teasing Chloe, bringing her right to the edge of another orgasm, but not letting her fully release. Chloe’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body tensing and relaxing in waves as she teetered on the brink. Instead of a squirt, however, Chloe’s body began to contract in strong, compulsive waves, the muscles of her core clenching tightly around the inserted hose. The outer layer of nylon visibly throbbed and pulsed with each contraction, a clear indication of the powerful orgasm Mary was forcing upon her.
Then, with a final, deliberate act, Mary paused the vibrator and reached down, slowly pulling one of the leg portions of the outer, newly inserted hose out of Chloe. The nylon was slick with Chloe’s fluids, confirming Mary’s suspicions. “Looks like you’re about to lose again,” Mary whispered, her voice low and husky. The slight movement of the hose, even as it was being pulled out, sent another shiver of pleasure through Chloe, making her even more sensitive.
For the final round, Mary took a moment to ensure the connection between their hose was as secure as possible. She carefully pressed the crotch sections of their respective pairs together, making sure there were no gaps or loose areas. She then adjusted the leg portions so they were aligned as closely as possible, minimizing any potential slippage. This created a firm, almost seamless connection where their bodies met.
Mary then positioned herself slightly above Chloe, giving her more leverage. She began to crawl, pulling Chloe along with her, a clear display of dominance. Chloe, still recovering from the intense stimulation and now faced with this tighter, more deliberate connection, found it incredibly difficult to maintain any grip at all. The pressure where their bodies met was intense, and the smooth nylon offered little resistance against Mary’s determined pull.
Despite the discomfort, Chloe tried her best to hold on, gritting her teeth and focusing on the game. But Mary’s strategy—a combination of her dominant positioning and the secure connection of the hose—was too effective. With each pull, Chloe felt the leg portions of her hose sliding further and further down. The combined pressure and Mary’s relentless pull was simply too much to bear.
Finally, with a decisive movement, the leg portions of Chloe’s hose slipped completely free. The joined crotch sections separated, Chloe’s pair falling to the bed. The sudden release of pressure triggered a final, shuddering orgasm in Chloe, her body arching as she cried out. The fluid emerged from where her legs had been inside the hose, some of it splashing onto her legs.
Mary, still connected and now holding Chloe’s fallen pair of hose, looked down at the droplets of fluid clinging to the nylon. A small, triumphant smile played on her lips. “Looks like someone just lost the game,” she murmured.
Chloe, still catching her breath, met Mary’s gaze. A faint blush rose on her cheeks. “You didn’t play fair,” she teased, but her voice was full of affection.
Mary, still connected and now holding Chloe’s fallen pair of hose, looked down at the droplets of fluid clinging to the nylon. A small, triumphant smile played on her lips. “Looks like someone just lost the game,” she murmured.
Chloe, still catching her breath, met Mary’s gaze. A faint blush rose on her cheeks. “You didn’t play fair,” she teased, but her voice was full of affection.
“All’s fair in love and hose games,” Mary replied, leaning down to kiss Chloe softly. “And it looks like I win this time.”
They lay together for a moment, the air thick with the scent of their mingled arousal. Chloe ran a hand down Mary’s arm, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
“You know,” Chloe murmured, her voice soft, “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard as I do when we play this game.”
Mary chuckled, tracing the line of Chloe’s jaw with her fingertip. “Me neither,” she admitted. “There’s just something about the pressure, the friction… it’s unlike anything else.” She picked up Chloe’s discarded hose, examining the droplets clinging to the nylon. “Definitely more satisfying than any man I’ve ever been with.”
Chloe laughed, a genuine, delighted sound. “Absolutely. Who needs them when we have each other… and a few pairs of sheer hose?” She reached over and playfully squeezed Mary’s thigh. “This is officially my favorite way to spend a night.”