Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

... my want. But that's not the secret.

"Sometimes I wear fully crotched pantyhose. If you were to look at my collection of nylon, you would see that some of the crotched pantyhose is a size smaller than the rest. It really squeezes my legs, and that feels marvelous, yes, but it has another effect. The seam of the panty presses right along my clit and touches me all along my vagina. Like many pantyhose women, I've developed a walk that gives me a little clitoral massage with every step."

This was a pretty stunning admission. I had no idea that women did this.

"But much better, when I sit and cross my legs, I can make the pantyhose pull at my clit. It makes me feel sexy and hot. Then, when I bounce my upper crossed leg, the tight nylon seams literally massage my clit in just the right places, with just the right amount of pressure. I can sit anywhere, hands free, cross my legs and bounce my upper leg to pleasure myself. If I'm in the right mood, which is often, I can bounce out a glorious hands-free orgasm in about four minutes. When I feel it coming on, I usually wrap my legs into a pretzel cross and squeeze like hell, and the orgasm is magnified to ecstasy proportions.

"Sometimes at lunch I'll sit out on 6th Avenue with a little something to eat. I'll cross and uncross my legs a few times until I get the fabric placed just right on my clit. Then I'll swing my upper crossed foot back and forth, back and forth, until an overwhelming heat builds in my core. On these ...

... days I wear heavy panties with an absorbent crotch, usually made for women with heavy periods. But I wear them for a different purpose. Just before I go out for lunch, I add wad of absorbent tissue inside my panties, which I wear outside my pantyhose.

"When I cum in public, I gush into my panties and fill them with my vagina fluids. When I first did this I was embarrassed because my fem cum had dripped down my legs. So I had to deal with that.

"I can have an orgasmic gusher, a real torrent, in public in the middle of New York City and no-one knows. Except," Larissa smiled mischievously, "except for all the other women out there doing the same thing. One day I counted three other girls sitting out front of the building, pretending to eat their salads, bouncing their legs while their eyes were rolling to the back of their heads. I've done it there, I've done it on the subway, I even did it last week when you and I were having dinner uptown. You never even knew."

I remember that dinner. I'd thought she wasn't feeling well. She was flushed and breathing hard. We were holding hands across the table and at one point, she nearly broke my fingers. And then, she seemed to brighten and was back to normal. I'd asked her about it, but she'd assured me she was just fine. More than fine, she'd said as I recall.

She was right. I had no idea. Out there, on the streets on New York, a small army of young women were crossing their pantyhosed legs, bouncing them back and forth, cumming ...