The Christmas Pantyhose Mystery

By J.T. Peters

For the holidays, Paul's father has the two of them staying with his girlfriend, Monica, and her two daughters. Paul doesn't mind, though, because all three ladies tend to wear pantyhose. But he takes things a little too far by stealing pantyhose from each of them for his own use. When he returns from Christmas shopping and finds that the stash has been placed on his bed as a sign that he's been found out, he starts to panic. Which one of them discovered his shameful secret? Chelsea, the older and hard-to-read one? Allison, the younger and more playful one? Or was it his father's girlfriend? The mystery keeps him guessing all throughout Christmas Eve, and when he finds out the answer, it leads to a Christmas gift that he won't soon forget.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.T. Peters
• Release date: Dec 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463661482

J.T. Peters

J.T. Peters is the naughty alter ego of an established writer. He wanted an outlet for his erotic writings, and wanted to contribute to an area of the fetish world that seemed to be lacking in erotic material that satisfied his particular tastes. As a foot and pantyhose fetishist himself who is in a healthy and wonderful relationship with his wife of many years, he wants to share his stories with like-minded folks.

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The Christmas Pantyhose Mystery

J.T. Peters

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Paul immediately knew something was wrong when he walked into the room. His light brown eyes scanned the room, trying to take in every detail. He couldn't readily see anything, but a sixth sense was ringing alarm bells in his head. Something was out of place… something was off… but what? The real problem was that it wasn't his room, so it was hard to figure out exactly what was disturbing him. Running a hand through his thick black hair, he set down the bag of last minute Christmas gifts that he spent all morning tracking down and took another look around. Maybe it was nothing, just him being overtired. It was always a little stressful leading up to the holidays, and… and… He froze as he finally spotted it.

The bed sheets were untucked.

A cold feeling ran through him like ice water as he realized the implications of that. He lunged across the room and closed his door, first making sure that no one was in the hallway. With anxious movements, he lifted the mattress and looked for his stash. It was conspicuously absent.

Shit, he muttered, dropping the mattress with a loud flump. Shit-shit-shit. Shit. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at the light blue carpet while his brain tried restarting after having come to screeching halt.

His stash had been a handful of pairs of pantyhose that he had acquired from his father's girlfriend and her two daughters. Because he and his father had been staying with them for the past week, it had been easier than ever to get his hands on these treasures. But earlier that morning he had been using one of the silky pairs of nylons to help him take care of some business, and he must not have tucked it all the way back under the mattress. This must have given a curious party a reason to take a closer look.

But who had found it? Paul stood paced back and forth, biting his lip. If it had been his dad, things would probably be all right. His dad had always had a pretty liberal view of sex, and would most likely understand the situation. He'd probably give Paul a stern talking-to about stealing from the ladies, but things would probably be okay between the two of them. No harm, no foul, and everyone could enjoy Christmas.

Now, if it had been his dad's girlfriend, Monica, he might be in slightly more trouble. He had only