Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

... not really. I must have read something similar, that's all." She smiled ruefully and glanced at my eyes.

I patted her hand. "Sounds delicious."

Larissa rewarded me with a brief micro smile. She leant down and put her full, pouty lips on mine. Her mouth was warm and moist, sticky from lip gloss. I relaxed into the soft, delicious kiss. She slid her tongue into my mouth and we entwined them for a moment until she pulled back.

Working quickly, she reached into my crotch and extracted the stocking wrapped around my spent member. She patted the excess cum onto the bed with a flat palm and then pulled the stocking onto her left leg. She took the other stocking for her right leg and then stood, and worked the nylons up her thighs, ending with the rubbery lace just below her pussy. Bending down to smooth out her stockings, she released the fasteners of her garter belt and dropped it onto the bed, then sat in the wheelchair to put on her heels. Standing and looking into the mirror to be sure everything was in place, she fixed her lipstick, dropped the little tube into her clutch, and kissed her fingers, putting them to my mouth.

Larissa silently picked up the remote and turned it on to the TV to the station where she does the weather.

"Watch me today and know that while a million people are looking at my legs as I move about the stage, I'm wearing the stocking that I made you cum into. Your moisture on my foot will keep me horny all day. But...no more cumming for ...

... either of us today. I want to build myself for the entire day so I can think of all the ways we can fuck and suck each other without violating doctor's orders, and I want you ready for me. You think about that too, my sweet."

My wife saw me squirm a little in her pantyhose. It still felt glorious.

"You never answered me about these." I said, gesturing my legs. "Aren't you going to take your pantyhose?" What came next from my wife's lips was what I can only describe as a verbal gusher. Clearly she had gained a confidence in our relationship. Her power to project her fantasies all over me had been amplified by my reaction to her little test.

"Oh no you don't." She turned to face me directly, one hand on the bed beside me and the other on my legs. Her heavy black curls lay on my chest and stomach, tickling me as she spoke with animation. She caressed my legs as she talked, her touch soft and gentle. The feeling through the nylon was still magnified-electric and stimulating. Her hands were smooth and soft, perfectly manicured and moist.

"Doctor's orders. You can't strain yourself at all. That mean you can't take my pantyhose off by yourself. So I've decided you're going to wear them all day. I'm so happy we share the same fetish for nylon and silk. I had been afraid to talk to you about it. Silly me. Why didn't I do this sooner? We're going to explore just how far our fetish goes. I want you to get used to wearing all sorts of sexy nylon and silk. I have a closet full of ...