Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

... But you have to be really careful because they're super easy to ladder."

OK so far. It feels odd though. Not like a sock. Tight, but airy. I bent my toes and the nylon resisted just a little.

The room was dead silent. For the first time, my wife acted out her nylon fetish on me. I was used to and much appreciated her love of nylon for herself, as I've said, but this was a whole new game. But I began to understand her fetish. Up until now, my nylon enjoyment was confined to watching my wife's legs, seeing her dress them in nylon stockings and pantyhose, feeling them with my hands and face, eating her pussy while she wrapped her silk-clad legs around my head. Kissing the silk around her thigh. Rubbing her nylon feet all over my face. Massaging her nylon-clad feet. Getting the odd nylon foot job. Showering her with gifts of nylons and stockings. So, looking back on that, I'd say her fetish is my fetish too. I get it.

Larissa took my other foot and drew the nylon over my toes and around my ankle. She turned to look at me. She wore that slutty look on her face that I love so much. This was starting to get very interesting. Licking her luscious lips, she turned back to her work. Again inserting her thumbs into the left side of the pantyhose, her fingers around the outside, she drew the fabric up my leg to the knee. The tight embrace of the clingy silk was at once soft and exotic, and my every sense was on overload.

She turned to the right foot and pulled the gossamer ...

... fabric up to the knee. She stopped there and spent a luxurious amount of time on my lower legs, pulling the silky fabric tight and smoothing out any wrinkles and sags.

The silky fabric was completely taut around my lower legs. To get a feel for it, I was able to gently rub the top of one foot along the arch of the other foot. That felt...nice. Sensual, yet somehow alien. I'd never experienced anything like it. So smooth and silky. This ultra-feminine fabric clinging to my legs was so moving, sowicked, my breathing accelerated in anticipation of more. She turned to gauge if she should continue. I nodded, more vigorously than I had intended. She smiled.

Larissa had finished with my lower legs and began to work the silken pantyhose up my left thigh. Again, moving slowly, alternately working around my thigh to ensure it was fitted perfectly, she eased it up to my crotch and left it there, close to the lacy hold up stocking imprisoning my cock and balls. She then worked her way languidly up my right thigh, smoothing and patting the nylon as she went.

My legs were now tightly encased in my wife's nylon pantyhose. As she patted and pulled it taut, her every touch seemed magnified by the silky fabric. I had always thought pantyhose might dull the feelings of touch on a woman's leg. Now I know better. As if reading my thoughts, Larissa drew four fingernails up the inside of my thigh. It was like an electric shock to my system, straight to my brain, sending shivers and quivers ...