Matilde, a striking transvestite, finds herself alone in her lavishly appointed bedroom, her mind filled with decadent thoughts. She's dressed in a sleek black dress and sheer black pantyhose, the latter clinging to her legs like a second skin. She begins to touch herself, her fingers tracing the edge of her panties, feeling the heat and wetness building. She love the sensation of the pantyhose against her skin, the slight friction driving her wild. She imagines her lover's hands on her, stroking, caressing, as she picks up the pace, her breath coming in gasps, her body tensing as she nears her peak.