Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

... up and down my spine and through my dick. Instinctively, I took in a sudden breath.

My wife smiled knowingly. "And that's only 20 den. Wait 'til get you in the ultra-sheers."

Larissa stood, leaned across my stomach, and taking hold of the waistband on either side of my body, she pulled the pantyhose up towards my stomach. I arched my back, very gently so as not to injure myself, and let her roll the waistband around my bum and up to my hips. Pulling firmly on the top, she made everything tight and fast. My cock and her nylon stocking were now imprisoned inside the pantyhose.

Now that my wife had dressed me in her pantyhose, I began to wonder where this was going. Was this a simple experiment, just for the fun of it? I couldn't see where this was leading. Oh sure, the nylon feels very sensuous, but my wearing it doesn't really have a future.

Right?

As if reading my thoughts, Larissa began to caress and massage my legs very gently. Her touch was magical as she stopped in places to squeeze and rub little circles around my inner thighs. She clearly loved the sensation on her hands. I guess as a pantyhose wearer, she knew the effect that touch has on silk-clad skin. The effect on me was one I'd never imagined. The nylon was an amplifier of touch and a neural transmitter directly to my brain. Every little touch, every caress of my wife's fingers was like a drug, and I wanted more and more. I wanted her hands and nails all over my legs. As she slid her fingers ...

... around, she closed her eyes as if to focus herself entirely on the feeling of the nylon. She was sensing my reactions through her fingers and she knew exactly where I wanted to be touched. Larissa's chest began to heave; her breathing accelerated. She was starting to get excited.

I was lost in bliss and sensory overload. I couldn't resist: I tried to rub my legs together to maximize the slippery nylon-on-nylon contact. I was just beginning to understand the nylon fetish my wife so joyfully treasured.

Larissa smiled. "You're beginning to get it. Aren't they glorious?"

I nodded, still swishing my legs together in very small motions to explore the alien feelings.

"It's a whole new set of sensations, isn't it? And because I'm layering today, these aren't even close to my sexiest pantyhose."

"Seriously?" I was kind of blown away with that comment. I thought these felt pretty darn feminine.

Larissa nodded. "I'm going to tell you a secret. A secret every nylon girl has, but has never told. A secret that will make you look at the city differently, for all time."

This was a pretty stunning intro. I couldn't wait to hear what she had to say.

"I know you love to have sex while I wear stockings or crotchless pantyhose. I love that too. I feel sexy and wanted whenever you kiss me there, especially when you pull out a gushing orgasm with your lips and tongue. I often think the nylon enhances your desire and I wear it often to motivate you to eat my pussy whenever I signal ...