Beating the Heat in DC
Summer 2012: Beating the Heat in DC
It’s early July in DC–and already unseasonably hot and sticky in the nation’s capital. The heat wave is unbearable with temperature in triple digits and everyone is seeking relief, even at night. My name is Han-Na, a Korean-American working in DC for a multinational company based in Seoul. I’m in my mid-20s, 5’8″ tall, and about 110 lbs. in my stocking feet. My bilingual skills in Korean and English are highly sought and I was lucky to find a job coming out of college in the middle of a tight job market. I’m doubly fortunate that I get to work in an air-conditioned modern office building just south of the Mall, not far from the Anacostia River. I live in a nice apartment building near M St., NE, and 3rd St., SE, a few blocks north of the new Yards Park on the Anacostia River.
During the weekend, I happened to see pictures on cnn.com about kids playing in the water fountains in Yards Park and reminded me that I could seek cool relief not easily found anywhere in the city. Dozens of kids (and grownups) were cavorting in the playful fountains near the main entrance of the park. Others drenched themselves in the waterfall that fed the basin below. As I sat at my desk at work and thought about the scorching heat outside, I fantasized about getting soaked in the fountain and waterfall. An idea came to mind that would satisfy my stocking fantasies tonight. I could hardly wait for 4:30 to head home to my apartment.
Hardly anyone knows about my secret fantasies that I have harbored since college days when I was first introduced, rather accidentally, to sexy underwear and stockings. The sorority that I pledged for, Zeta Alpha Tau, was trying out a new initiation ritual inspired by all the new Victoria’s Secret stores popping up in major cities. Until then, my tastes in underwear were pretty conservative–plain cotton briefs and sports bras. They were inexpensive and matched my simple lifestyle which included jogging, biking, and weight training. I had no real need for anything fancier. However, the new ZAT initiation required us to wear sexy underwear and clothing selected for us for an entire semester. Any deviation from the prescribed wear led to expulsion.
As I grew up in a somewhat traditional Korean household with my parents who had immigrated to the States in the 1980s, I knew nothing about what stylish American women liked to wear under their “dress-to-kill” dresses and skirts. I guess one could say that I led a sheltered life. At the first ZAT meeting when we received initiation instructions, everything seemed too daring and risque–but I was eager to follow orders to get into the sorority. I learned that I would be required to wear sexy underwear all the time, even during weekends and evenings, such as garter belts, girdles, thong panties, sheer panties, no bra, and sheer stockings–preferably old-style RHTs and FFs. This was a new world! The first time I went shopping, my sorority “sister” assigned to me took me around to various lingerie shops in the DC area. It was truly an adventure and eye-opener!
I remember the first lingerie shop we visited was named Joy’s Delights in a small strip mall outside of Rockville, MD. When we stepped into the store, my eyes opened up wide when I saw for the first time, all kinds of sexy underwear. I must admit I got a little thrilled to see the assortment of garter belts, OBGs, skimpy panties, and nightwear. The salesgirl sized me up and figured that I was a newbie–so she kindly asked me for my waist size, panty size, and foot size. She took me to a changing room with an armful of things to try on. My sorority “sister,” Wendy, joined us to help me out. Stripping down to practically naked was a little uncomfortable since I never undressed before anyone before–not even my own family. But there I was in my birthday suit. The only thing I had left on were my cotton panties–partly for modesty, but also so I could try on different panties.
Over an hour, I tried on a number of different garter belts. They all fit my slim waist nicely, but I liked several basic colors: white, beige, baby blue, pink, and black. I also tried a variety of panties, but I preferred the high-cut sheer panties for comfort and feel. The salesgirl brought out a variety of sheer stockings to bitlis seks hikayeleri try on. Having worn pantyhose and knee-highs for most of my adult life, the feel of real nylon stockings overwhelmed me. Never had I felt anything so sexy and stimulating. As I slipped the FFs and RHTs on my lithe legs, I felt my body shiver and my cunt getting moist.
Looking at myself in the full mirror, I looked fantastic in garter belt, sheer panties, and stockings! Not wearing a bra felt liberating also! Feeling the thrill, I knew that I could not go back to bare legs or pantyhose. I must have spent over $200 in just the first lingerie shop. We visited a few others in the area, but I didn’t buy much more for the time being. At the local mall, I picked up a small wardrobe of sexy dresses that would show off my legs. I especially liked the sundresses and slip dresses which were light and cheery–especially during the hot summer months. For the rest of the year, I settled for an assortment of skirt/blouse combos and short dresses. This was the new Han-Na–a total remake into a steamy, sexy young woman!
During my college years after initiation into ZAT and the world of fine lingerie, I wore stockings every day, practically 24/7–even wearing stockings to sleep. I couldn’t get enough. Some of my fellow ZAT sisters also really got into sexy underwear and stockings, but nowhere as fanatically as me. I was hooked–a sex addict! Daily, I felt the impulse to wear my sexiest underwear, sheerest nylons, and most revealing clothes. Increasingly, I had the urge to go “public,” wearing revealing clothes in risky, outdoor places. Summer was the best because I could wear sheer sundresses and slip dresses out in public with my finest garter belts, panties and stockings underneath. It was especially refreshing on a hot day to stand under an outdoor shower,soaking myself from head to toe, and rinsing off the sweat and cooling off my superheated pussy.
My dates got sexier as the word got around that I liked sexy clothing and like to show off. On first dates, it was pretty common for guys to start stroking my thighs seeking my garter straps and stocking tops, feeling my nylon-covered legs, and inching their hands up to my sheer panties–but heavy petting was as far as I allowed because I was going to “save” myself for my husband. I wasn’t a true virgin anymore. On many a date, the petting progressed to plunging roaming fingers into my cunt and bringing me to the ultimate climax. Needless to say, there were many frustrated guys falling by the wayside who failed to stick their bulging dicks up my vagina.
Aside from going on countless hot dates, I lived out my fantasies by going out in public with sexy dresses, underwear, and stockings. Starting out with regular dresses and skirts, I began getting more daring with sundresses and even slip dresses. Lately, with all the hot weather in DC, I even starting going out wearing filmy white slip dresses with colorful designs. Even in the daytime, the colorful patterns concealed what I was secretly wearing underneath–white garter belt, sheer white panties, and tan RHT stockings. With the unbearable heat in the streets, stockings were so much cooler than pantyhose which heated up the crotch. A slight breeze blowing into the bottom of my light dress felt so refreshing! I wore such sheer old-style stockings, 10 or 15-denier, that my legs appeared bare. The only hint that I was wearing real stockings was the reinforced heels and toes–but close-toed shoes and sandals hid them nicely.
COOLING OFF IN THE FOUNTAINS
It was finally 4:30 and time to go home. As usual, I had gone to work wearing a dark business suit–but underneath i had on a royal blue garter belt, sheer baby blue panties, and vary blue RHTs. All day, I could feel my nylon-covered legs brushing against each other. Perhaps no one else heard the distinct swishy sound of nylons rubbing. I could hardly wait to change into something more comfortable–and sexier–for my foray into the evening outdoors.
It took only 15 minutes to walk home from the office, but I was already drenched in sweat from head to toe. My crotch was dripping with sweat. First thing I did was to strip off my business suit down to stockings and undies and jump in the shower, washing everything off with steaming hot water. Switching to cold water, it felt so refreshing! Stepping out, I stripped off my garter belt, panties and stockings and hung them up to dry.
After drying off, I rummaged through my overflowing lingerie drawer and picked out a white garter belt, sheer hi-cut white panties, and a pair of Hanes RHT stockings in my favorite color, “Barely There.” Sitting on the sofa, I slid the stockings up my left leg and attached the garter clips, then the right side. The sheer white panties were next. The white garter straps were clearly visible through the transparent panties. Wow, it felt soooo nice! No bra tonight. Next was my favorite white slip dress that was so filmy and light. My garter belt, panties and stockings were almost visible through the sheer dress, but the random bright color patterns concealed what was just underneath. But backlighting would have revealed the silhouette of my legs. I was now ready to stroll to the nearby Yards Park, a few blocks south. Instead of regular heels, I chose a pair of clear plastic jelly sandals which were super light and comfortable. In the low evening light, the reinforced heels and toes of my stockings wouldn’t be too visible.
As I walked down 3rd Street toward the park, it was already dusk, and there were quite a few people heading down from nearby apartments to Yards Park to enjoy the fountains in the blazing heat and sweltering humidity. Most park-goers were already stripped down to shorts and bathing suits, so I was a little dressed up by comparison.
I arrived at the park entrance shortly and stood in front of the fountains that greeted park visitors. Several rows of fountains shot up into the air as dozens of grownups stepped into the fountain to get drenched. I followed suit and stood in the middle of the dancing columns of water lit up by blue lights. Standing directly over one of the fountains in the middle row, the cool jet of water shot up into my hot crotch and bathed my nylon-covered legs all the way to my pussy.
Obscured by all the water shooting up, people standing next to me couldn’t see my stockinged legs exposed as the fountain occasionally lifted the edge of my flimsy slip dress to my waist. My right hand went down to my panty crotch which was completely exposed and my middle finger rubbed my clit which was moist–not from the fountain water, but from within. It felt so wonderful to be totally soaked in cool water and getting excited as I rubbed my clit through the filmy sheer panties. My slip dress was soaked through and through and my dark nipples probably peeked through the sheer dress.
Suddenly, the fountain water dropped to the bottom as the fountain began a new cycle. I stood there in the open with my hand under the front of my dress. The hem was lifted up, but only the front section; the retreating water brought the rest of the slip dress down to just above my knees. Looking down, I could see the outline of my white garter belt, panties and darkened stocking tops through the sheer dress material–but it wasn’t that obvious in the dim light. Time to move on to the cascading waterfall below the fountains…..
It was a short walk down the stairs to the basin where more people were wading in the shallow water to cool off. But one of the popular places was to walk on a pathway at the edge of the basin that leads to the back of a cascading waterfall from the fountain above. Instead of walking around the perimeter of the basin, I stepped into the basin and crossed over to the other edge where I followed the path to the back of the waterfall. Inspired by YouTube video clips and photos of kids standing under the cascade, I moved under the falling water and reveled in the cool water pouring down from above. I was totally soaked through. The water flowed into the top of my slip dress, pouring over my bare chest and breasts, then down my abdomen and nylon-covered legs. I don’t know how long I stood under the water, but I lost track of time and totally forgot about others in the area. My mind had drifted off as I rubbed my pussy through the soaked sheer panties and rubbed my hands up and down my drenched nylons and garter straps. I felt light-headed and felt close to coming. All I could hear was the rushing water falling on my body. I didn’t even notice that someone had slipped behind the waterfall.
Suddenly, without warning, I felt a pair of rough hands from behind grasping my bare breasts through the flimsy slip dress. Fingers pinched my nipples which were hardening as they were fondled. Shocked, I couldn’t move. A low, husky voice whispered into my ear, “Stay quiet and I’ll add to your pleasure. I also enjoy nylon stockings and wet sex. You look so hot all wet.” His right hand moved down the front of my body and pulled up the front of my slip dress to my waist, tucking the hem inside my garter belt. He reached down to my crotch, rubbing against my pussy through my sheer panties–up and down, one finger sliding along the crack and fondling my clit. His other hand slid down my garter straps, along the stocking tops, and along the front of my thighs stroking my silky smooth nylons down to my knees.
Could anyone see what was happening from the front of the cascading water, or was I totally hidden by the waterfall? His hands worked their magic on my cunt as they stroked my pussy and thighs. “Oh, your pussy feels so soft and your nylons feel so sexy. Let me slide my dick into your wet cunt.” With that, I felt a stiff rod from behind sliding in and out against my cunt. It felt incredibly stiff and huge–larger than anything I ever felt. His dick rubbed against the sheer nylon panties, just itching to get underneath to the prize awaiting him. One hand pulled aside one edge of my panties and his dick slid under, now directly rubbing against my pussy. Oh, God, I can’t take it anymore. I was about to explode and have a pyrotechnic meltdown.
He then released his hold and turned me around 180, now embracing me in a frontal bear hug. With all the water falling on my head, I couldn’t clearly see his face, but I could tell he was a little taller than me, perhaps almost 6 feet tall, muscular, and bearded. My eyes were blurry from being so close and obscured by the cascading waterfall. He embraced me tightly and gave me a deep French kiss, exploring my mouth fully. His dick was now rubbing along the front of my pussy, turning up the fire within me. My backside was facing out now, so I wondered what others looking at the waterfall could see now–a semi-naked woman with soaked slip dress, garter belt, sheer panties, and dark tan stockings? Or, perhaps just a blurry form of someone standing under the waterfall?
I barely had time to think about that as he pulled down my sheer panties and hoisted me up off my feet. I instinctively wrapped my nylon-sheathed legs around his back and locked my ankles together. He plunged his foot-long log (or so it seemed) straight up my super lubricated cunt. I was now impaled on his enormous prick and sliding up and down steadily and slowly, writhing in erotic agony–firing me up ever so mercilessly. I almost lost consciousness as we both exploded together. Our scream together of total release was drowned out by the noise of the falling water.
Next thing I remember is that he withdrew his engorged dick from my sore tunnel, dropped me down onto my feet, turned around quickly and disappeared around the edge of the waterfall–and he was gone, like I imagined the whole affair. I was in a daze from my first but most incredible orgasm from a real fuck, not just self-pleasuring or heavy petting.
So this is what it’s like! My virginity was now gone, but so what. I staggered out from the front of the waterfall with my slip dress in complete disarray. The wet dress was still stuck inside my garter belt exposing, everything up to my waist–and my sheer panties were down around my ankles. There were still some people cooling off in the pool, but they weren’t paying attention to me. I quickly pulled the dress hem out of my garter belt, pulled up my panties, and readjusted my dress. I slowly walked back up the stairs and went back into the fountain for one last soak as the fountains fired up again–shooting cool, refreshing water up my dress and rinsing all the cum off my swollen cunt.
The walk back to my apartment took only 10 minutes. Little did I imagine that this would be one night of sinful ravishing by a total stranger and living out a wet fantasy that I would never forget. Back at my apartment, I stepped into the shower and rinsed my whole body, dress and undies and all. I never felt so thrilled and fulfilled. Tomorrow night, do I dare do the same thing? I wonder if that guy will be there again? I’ll find out…