Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

... secret. Soon, not now."

"I do envy you, you know," I said. "To have all those silky stockings at your disposal. It's like a secret weapon. I almost wish..."

"Wish what, darling?"

"It's OK. Just a weird thought."

Larissa went silent again. She was thinking. Absent mindedly, she smoothed out the nylon on her thighs. I was transfixed at the sight of her slender hands, with her perfectly manicured long, glossy nails, sliding over the silky fabric with a barely audible swishing sound.

She seemed to come to a decision. Grasping my dick again, she said "I've been thinking about something for a long time. Ever since you gave me that hundred pairs of nylons."

I knew she'd loved that present. She'd spent endless hours in her closet, organizing and sorting and trying on all that I'd bought her. Sometimes she'd come out flushed, and I knew she'd been masturbating. I didn't mind, because when she masturbates, that's just a prelim, getting her ready for my cock. But I never realized until then just how profound an effect that nylon has over her.

"It's a personal risk," she continued. "I'm really exposing myself, because I'm not sure how you'll react. You might not like me so much, for what I'm thinking."

That got my attention. "Larissa. Nothing that you could be thinking would make me love you less."

"I did see how you responded to my stocking on your arm. It made you a little excited, didn't it? That was pretty clear." She hesitated. "OK. I'm going to take a ...

... risk, but I have faith in you. I can't stand rejection, but I believe that you're going to like this."

"What..." She put a glossy finger nail on my lips to shush me.

Larissa uncrossed her legs and stood beside the bed. She hiked the hem of her minidress, right up to her waist, exposing her full round bottom, where I could see the top of her glossy pantyhose clinging tightly to her toned abs. The little triangle opening at the top of her thighs was pulled even wider by the tight embrace of her pantyhose.

She inserted both thumbs into the waistband and, moving them back and forth to free the nylon, she worked her pantyhose down and around her bum to the tops of her legs. Switching her hands to the left leg, she worked the pantyhose down that thigh to her left knee. Then she switched to the right one. Sitting on the bed, she gathered the pantyhose around her ankles, inserted her thumbs into the heels and pulled them off her feet.

Larissa tossed the pantyhose onto my prone form. The panty portion landed on my face and I could smell her sex, the familiar scents of fem cum infusing my nostrils. My cock twitched inside its nylon prison.

"OK, big boy, it's time to change it up," my wife said. "I've been wanted to try this for some time, but I never had the courage to ask you. Until now," she said, patted my silky cock. "I think you're ready."

I had no idea what she was talking about.

She picked up the pantyhose from my chest. "Now that you've got a good dose of my ...