Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

... me feel the tops of the stockings with my super-sensitive hands. The lace top was infused with a rubbery compound, giving friction on her upper thigh, to keep it in place, I knew. I could sense the tiny undulations of the stitching, the smooth but imperfect ridges on the rubbery rim. The soft lace was slippery and sensuous, and the thought of this glorious fabric stretched around her upper thigh all day was heart pounding. I looked into Larissa's eyes and she rewarded me with a knowing smile.

"On a whim, I decided to wear holdups today instead of stockings." She showed me the top of her stocking. "The heavier lace at the top of the holdup, with the rubber around its rim, is called the welt. Normally the welt is tight, with enough friction to keep them nicely in place on my legs. But I'm layering today, as you noticed, and the ultra-sheer pantyhose I'm wearing underneath is too slippery to give the holdups the friction I need for the day. So I wear garters to keep everything nice and tight. Besides, they make me feel extra sexy anyway. You like?"

I nodded. The lacy welt was black and about four inches deep. It was elaborately stitched in swirls and patterns that resembled a series of whirlpools. As I looked more closely, the whirlpools seemed to rotate. Side-by-side, they rotated slowly in opposite directions. I shook my head and marveled at the optical illusion of the complex thread work.

"I knew you would. Let me give you a small taste."

She picked up my hand ...

... and closed it with her fingers to make a fist. Then she held the welt open and slid my arm inside the stocking. With both hands, she drew the stocking along the length of my arm. I felt the gossamer fabric slither along my skin, sending shivers up and down my torso. Larissa knew exactly what I was feeling. She pulled the entire length of the soft nylon stocking up my arm, taking her time to slide it slowly to my shoulder. I could tell she was watching my reactions closely. I nodded, a tiny smile on my lips. Encouraged, she took the loose silk around my wrist into her fingers and pulled it towards my elbow until it was taut, so that my hand was inside the foot of her stocking, tightly confined in the reinforced heel and toe. My fingers were on sensory overload as I opened my hand and brought it to my face. I swished the stocking foot around my cheeks and mouth, smelling the residue of my wife's gorgeous feet. I marvelled at how my sexy wife could possibly wear these stockings all day without being in a constant state of arousal. But of course, I realized, she kind of is.

Larissa let out a small breath. I could tell she was getting a little excited.

"Well," she said. "That obviously went well. Let's take this little experiment a little further." She took a handhold of the stocking and gently drew it off my arm, sliding it down and off my hand. The near-transparent glossy fabric hung loosely in her hands.

She leaned over and took my cock in her hands. Then she slid the ...