The night his wife's pantyhose "finished" the work

[vera tankalson]

The store was divided into two parts, inside and outside, which in winter was also closed around. We decided to sit on the second.

The time passed nicely as we drank our wines and laughed but a situation had arisen in the shop as although in the place where we were sitting someone had lit a cigar and it smelled awful. Some complained and the waiter went to ask him to turn it off but the guy probably he was an asshole and sent him away saying he would do whatever he wanted.

The atmosphere was getting worse and then I heard my wife say "well there are so many men in here and no one will do anything" before I could say anything she pushed her chair back and got up. She immediately went to the table where the guy was sitting with two friends and stood in front of him.

-Don't you see that you are bothering the whole world with your cigar?

- Do your job, my lady, if you do not like it, leave it, she answered boldly.

-Speak more kindly animal, does the cigar replace something you do not have? she told him and female laughter was heard from the next tables.

-Go and wash the dishes, my lady, because I will put the cigar and something "other" where you know and you will never forget it, he said, laughing ironically.

"I told you to put out the cigar now, asshole," my wife said, raising her voice.

- Get out of here, she shouted and stood up in front of her menacingly.

He was really beastly around 1.90 and very husky. He was two heads taller than my wife. Immediately our friend and I got up when she motioned for us to sit down.

-Did you hear what I told you? said the guy and looked at her from top to bottom and I saw that his eyes stayed on her feet for a long time.

Then I saw my wife with absolute calm and femininity but she "comes down" from her heels and stays with her feet in public view, my eyes were fixed again on the reinforced edge of her pantyhose and her red nails. Slowly her hands grabbed her skirt and he started to lift her up revealing all her gorgeous legs making my eyes go up to the edge of her skirt and my heart pounding like crazy. And I certainly was not the only man in the store who was disoriented by this view. My wife was now pointing three heads shorter than the asshole standing in front of her, something the women only noticed as the men's eyes were much lower as well as the asshole's eyes dazzling at the spectacle generously offered by my wife's shiny skin color pantyhose .

From this situation all the men woke up, the same as the asshole (but this one in a different way) two murmur sounds that were heard as my wife's pantyhose feet were lost in a flash twice between the legs of the guy

The kicks were so fast and so deadly that all we could see was the glow of her pantyhose as her leg moved quickly up and down crumpling the asshole's pants.

As soon as we managed to see the terrified face of the guy who went to raise his fist but immediately lowered it and put both his hands on his genitals, he took a step forward and back and finally felt to his knees in front of her legs. My wife's now she was a head taller than him.

Whispers were heard from everywhere while the males' breaths weighed immediately.

The friends of the type that I expected to react but had remained motionless watching their boyish friend sobbing in front of a woman's feet.

My wife turned and looked at me with a slight smile in which I saw a message of superiority and immediately grabbed the asshole by the hair and pulled hard making the guy take his hands from his aching heads and bring them to the aching head. Now everyone in the restaurant was waiting for her next move. She looked at him smiling while a smile was painted on the faces of the other women

 and in the eyes of the men there was an agony and perhaps a little fear.

This time we were able to enjoy the whole picture as her leg sadistically stood back and let us admire her beautiful female sole, the bottom of her toes and the stitching of her tights before moving forward in a flash.

This time the noise was louder as the upper part of her foot stopped forcefully on his genitals.

A deep sound came out of him as her foot moved away from his balls but before she could breathe her female "weapon" hit the target again more dangerously this time. No sound came out of the asshole's mouth, his eyes flickered for a while, then shut down and fainted. All the males in the shop must have felt something between their legs. The guy was still on his knees as my wife was holding him by the hair and her leg was still pressing against his genitals. It was as if she wanted to let the men enjoy the image of the humiliation of the male sex, but I was sure that she felt very beautiful having the broken balls of the asshole under her nylon foot.

Then he let go of his hair and his head fell to her knees, he slowly pulled her leg off his balls and the unconscious muscular body of the guy rolled slowly on her calf sliding on her pantyhose legs and fell lifeless next to her red nails of her beautiful toes.

All the men looked at her with bated breath and some of their hands went down between their legs, but my wife had not yet given them the final blow.

So she turned slowly, took her heels and put them next to the asshole's face and slowly started to put her foot inside, giving us all time to see the reinforced toe of her tights disappear torturously from our eyes. When she got on her heels, the guy next to her looked like rubbish. She rolled up her skirt and turned to the table where the guy was sitting, smiling at his friends who were looking at her with fear and lust.

She reached out and took the asshole's cigar from the ashtray, which was still burning, and threw it on the floor next to his face. She slowly lifted her heel and pressed on it, rubbing her high-heeled shoe on the floor with force until the cigar dissolved completely.

She pulled her leg from the cigar and bent down and looked at him with a smile.

-Well done my girl!!! a female voice was heard from the depths and the rest of the world applauded (certainly all the women) because some men had their hands somewhere else.

-Finally, the man's penis and his cigar are mutually related and I did not spoil it today, I left them in the same situation, she said and pushed with her high heel the dissolved cigar next to the "dissolved" man, making all the women laugh out loud.

She made a dance move full of femininity and wiped the sole of the high heel on the unconscious body of the male, turned on her toes walking ostentatiously like a model and turned to the table.

This was the final blow to the manhood of all of us in there but also a strong kick to our male hormones that had hit red. I had such an erection that I could not be comfortable in the chair like many others who were spinning in their place, certainly our friend who was constantly putting and taking his keys out of his pants pocket.

 The culmination came when our friend after counting said

- Twelve "men" in here and put him in his place a woman shouted loudly for all the men in the store to hear it showing the male body that his friends dragged outside.

-A woman did a job that 12 of the "strong sex" could not do. -WELL DONE!!! my girl and you did not spoil the pantyhose either ha ha ha ha, and saying this he pulled the tablecloth in front of my wife's legs leaving in plain sight her thighs to shine in her transparent pantyhose after her skirt was gathered up. The eyes of all the men who were next to me and even my friend traveled on her beautiful legs "supposedly" to see the tights that were not actually torn but they wanted to satisfy with their eyes the wonderful female weapon.

My wife comment to our friend that the bigger the men, the easier it is for them to fall at a woman's feet and the laughter that followed lit fires again in the legs of the two males in our group and we started to feel uncomfortable in our place.

At that moment we found out that the muscular male had peesed in his pants.

She totaly humiated the man and his friends and maybe all the men in the restaurant. END