An Evening's Pleasure in Plastic Panties

This allows the crinkly elastic to caress my sensitive inner thighs above the tops of my stockings and I sigh at the pleasure I'm giving myself. The plastic flexes and loosens alternately as I stretch the crotch up and down creating differing pressures and caresses to be transmitted to my twitching penis, now strauining hard against the deliciously thin plastic membrane.

I also grasp the sides of my panties at my hip jiggling the whole of the panties gently up and down so my cock bobs and throbs within, each movement sends sweetly intense waves of pleasure coursing from the tip of my cock through my bowels and anus. I spend some considerable length of time repeating and varying the sweet caresses and manipulations I apply to my gorgeous plastic garment.

Now I can't resist any longer and grasp my rigid member through the loose folds of my plastic panties and gently ease my hand back and forward just a fraction of an inch or so with each stroke, massaging and ever so gently exerting pressure. My flesh feels wonderful through the thin vinyl membrane. Hard, ridged, veiny and hot, abnormally hot I feel. When I hold my erect cock in my bare hand or caress it through a pair of loose satin panties, the temperature seems unremarkable to me but when I clasp it through plastic panties it seems to be hotter than usual. Perhaps this is an imagined sensation brought on by the increased arousal I experience when dressed in my strange finery. Perhaps there is some explanation which could be given according to the laws of physics. I don't really have an opinion on this, I just know that it feels very, very good in my hand.

With the lightest of touches I move my hand to and fro on my erect receptive penis through the plastic, feeling warm waves of pleasure build in my loins, mmmmm I love this feeling so. I caress my plastic panties front and back with both hands, the soft slippery touch under my palms so sensual. Occasionally I run my hands onto my frilly suspenders which emerge from beneath my panties, savouring the crisp springy texture of the gathered lace, running my thumbs beneath the elastic straps and pulling gently out to create a delicious tension against my stockings and suspender belt. My palms course down the straps and I fondle the metal clips which hold up my stockings, fingering the contrivances which allow me to be so lightly but tautly nylon clad..