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Nylon fetish stories

Nylon fetish stories

Nylon fetish stories

Perish the thought. She wears them with dresses, skirts, under jeans and pants, even under shorts. She reached down and put one warm leather hand around my cock and began to rub it so gently, expertly, holding it perfectly, not too rough and better than when I did it myself. The wives may assist by giving footjobs to the husbands to help them shoot their cream on their nylons. Jean closed her warm mouth around my cock which ached and throbbed because I had only just come and was hardly ready to come again. Today my wife was wearing some tan mid heeled leather boots, even though it was a warm day. My main fantasy is to see another man with a fetish for nylons rubbing his large uncut penis all over my wife's nylons encased legs and feet, seeing his glistening precum dripping with anticipation from the peek a boo tip of his cock as it glides past his foreskin and retracts each time he humps her nylons. Sometimes I wasn't listening to what she was saying to me. I couldn't help grabbing my cock and starting to pump it. Little did my friend know what I had planned for us. However, I digress… We shall return to Jean though, and my rather obscure fetishistic desires regarding her. What on Earth do you think you're doing? But Jean always wore nylons, even in a heatwave, and I literally dreamt about slipping one of her silky stockings, fragrant after a day hard at work, over my head for some reason. All of her shoes were quite expensive and she had a pair of peep-toed black leather wedges that held her scent better than any of the others, but they must have cost a packet - so did her husband not think this an extravagance? If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories. These fussy girls have always been 'my kind of girls'. Nylon fetish stories



If she caught me coming out of the loo she would smile a broad smile and ask if I felt better. But that was in my mind again, and it really wasn't going to happen any day soon. We left the restaurant about 7 p. She had been like a nurse, not a lover, a nurse sorting out my problems for me, and I did feel better. My wife watches me smell her shoes, and claims it turns her on. The shame! Robinson action would be nice, and I think am a good looking boy, though I say it myself, but from Jean, nothing - It's all about the tea now. I think Jean, the cleaner, must have been about 40 or so, maybe a little younger. Too good to be true. The second half of this story is about our encounter with another devoted nylon couple. The club was formed to provide a means by which members can meet online and arrange face to face meetings with other couples. She is stunning with dark brown hair, perfect 34D tits and well shaped, long legs with pretty perpetually manicured feet. Other men just want to see my breasts, do you? This was a pretty bizarre and remote fantasy, but they're the ones that really get the juices flowing. Looking into my face through her nylon mask and smiling kindly at me she said softly, "Is this what you need so badly, poor sweet Peter, will feet and nylons be your special thing? My friend is 11 years younger than I, but we have such an easy going relationship for the past 2 years. Jean looked down and noticed my dressing gown twitching at the front, and my smooth slim pink cock popped out embarrassingly. But my wife is like Jean, patient, calm and happy to give me the things that make me happy. This has always made me think thus: Members' profiles likewise provide detailed information and photos indicating what the couple is looking for in the way of nylon sex such as role play, sub fetishes or just a simple nylon footjob. However, I digress… We shall return to Jean though, and my rather obscure fetishistic desires regarding her. So, slow down and enjoy reading the thrilling pantyhose erotic stories, where love of sexy female legs in nylon is visible in each and every word. Slowly leaned over to him, and unzipped his pants, pull out his very BIG and hard cock. She swallowed my come and looked up at me and smiled again.

Nylon fetish stories



I quickly came all over her leather covered hand, and she wiped her gloves clean with one of mum's yellow dusters. She loves wearing nylons so much that she even sleeps in them. Me, still half-asleep in my dressing gown, her, smiling and beamingly chatty as usual. Thinking about her soft nylon feet and those shiny red nails teasing me, thoughts of her, with a stocking pulled over her head, urging me on to lick her feet and press my face into her soft warm nylon soles, meant it never took long. She will tease me by talking about all the men at work who ogle her and want to get into her pussy. Trying to understand me and making me feel like the crushing burden of these weird fetishes wasn't so bad after all - Maybe there would be other women in the world as understanding? She wears them to work and she wears them when she if off. I could hardly speak to her again, but she came and went as usual, and after a few days I gathered that she hadn't and probably wasn't going to say or do anything. I think Jean, the cleaner, must have been about 40 or so, maybe a little younger. For as long as I could hear the vacuum cleaner whirring away upstairs, I was safe. I was trembling, and actually felt quite tearful, but then she just turned around and went back upstairs. My main fantasy is to see another man with a fetish for nylons rubbing his large uncut penis all over my wife's nylons encased legs and feet, seeing his glistening precum dripping with anticipation from the peek a boo tip of his cock as it glides past his foreskin and retracts each time he humps her nylons. Sometimes I wasn't listening to what she was saying to me. Today my wife was wearing some tan mid heeled leather boots, even though it was a warm day. I fancied her so much though, probably because she was there, and probably because she was friendly to me and just maybe a little bit flirty. She always, like it was a uniform, wore a tight black sweater, black knee length pleated skirt and lovely tan nylons which crinkled enticingly behind her knees and around her ankles when she bent down. This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. I was saying that I was sorry, sorry, sorry, Jean please don't tell anyone. I was whimpering, this was so good. You must understand that this can not happen ever again, it's just that when I saw how much you desired me I just got carried away, I don't think I have been wanted so much by anyone before. The girls I have had in my life, and my dear wife have all indulged me in all my fetishes, even the one with smelly feet, My wife is quite happy to sit wearing leather gloves and a stocking mask watching me smell her boots and pleasuring myself, bless her. I have thought about when I saw you smelling my boots for weeks now, why would you like to do that so much, was that the first time? But Jean always wore nylons, even in a heatwave, and I literally dreamt about slipping one of her silky stockings, fragrant after a day hard at work, over my head for some reason. Thank you so much Jean. The flip-flops pulled the nylons tightly between her long perfect soft brown nylon toes - always with red nails - painted the same colour for the years we had her working for us. Other men just want to see my breasts, do you? We often make love and sometimes it's kinky and sometimes it's not.



































Nylon fetish stories



I was trembling, and actually felt quite tearful, but then she just turned around and went back upstairs. And leather holds onto the smell of the warm foot forever, encouraging those with a mind to, to hold the shoe over the nose and mouth and breathe in the heavenly scent of soft warm nylon covered feet. She wears them with dresses, skirts, under jeans and pants, even under shorts. In fact she told me about a man she dated before she met me who only wanted her to watch him jack off while she was fully dressed and sat across from him. I was sitting at the kitchen table finishing my morning cup of tea, when a pair of hands clapped over my eyes, I knew it was Jean, her hands smelt of polish, and she was laughing just as she always did. My wife watches me smell her shoes, and claims it turns her on. Two times a day, sometimes three, sometimes just because I'd seen a fit woman on TV with nice legs and a pair of sexy shoes on. The club was formed to provide a means by which members can meet online and arrange face to face meetings with other couples. However, I digress… We shall return to Jean though, and my rather obscure fetishistic desires regarding her. And every day I would smell her shoes or boots and have a wank and be grateful that there are people in the world like Jean. Winter, snowmen, sledges, Christmas trees, Father Christmas, reindeer - Think of anything to make this hard-on go away. We all have fantasies about women doing things that they are not in the least likely to do unprompted in real life don't we?

Me, still half-asleep in my dressing gown, her, smiling and beamingly chatty as usual. Well I'm sure they probably smell a bit stinky after being in my boots all morning. Had a great time, laughed and drank a couple beers. Looking into my face through her nylon mask and smiling kindly at me she said softly, "Is this what you need so badly, poor sweet Peter, will feet and nylons be your special thing? I pulled off the stocking mask and then I just froze and felt sick. And who knows, maybe you'll write no less exciting pantyhose stories about sexy leggy chicks - the real bestsellers! Here are the Pantyhose Stories category postings starting the latest one: I fancied all of them if they looked even half attractive. In fact she told me about a man she dated before she met me who only wanted her to watch him jack off while she was fully dressed and sat across from him. Ladies, please only buy nice leather shoes if you want your man to kiss your feet. Or do you want to do something else with my feet, or do you just want to sit with me like this? Thinking about her soft nylon feet and those shiny red nails teasing me, thoughts of her, with a stocking pulled over her head, urging me on to lick her feet and press my face into her soft warm nylon soles, meant it never took long. We all have fantasies about women doing things that they are not in the least likely to do unprompted in real life don't we? Sometimes I wasn't listening to what she was saying to me. She reached down and put one warm leather hand around my cock and began to rub it so gently, expertly, holding it perfectly, not too rough and better than when I did it myself. If only. I couldn't even begin to answer her, I didn't even know the answer myself, only that I had an outpouring of love towards her for being so gentle and kind and calm towards me. My parents didn't act any differently towards me. And, she almost always finishes off the look with a pair of sexy high heels - mostly strappy sexy numbers with at least " high heels although she also like wedgies and stiletto pumps. But that was in my mind again, and it really wasn't going to happen any day soon. Nylon fetish stories



For as long as I could hear the vacuum cleaner whirring away upstairs, I was safe. I got on my knees, as he pushed the front seat back and reclined it. She wears them to work and she wears them when she if off. The real start of the tale is that when she took off her shoes each morning before starting work she would leave them downstairs in the laundry room by the back door, and when she went upstairs, and I could hear her doing the vacuuming I would always have a good sniff of her freshly worn shoes or boots, and most times have a quick wank while I had them tightly pressed over my nose. Never a problem, there was always plenty of time to look innocent and hide my stiff cock. They were quite stained and a little bit longer than usual. She reached down and put one warm leather hand around my cock and began to rub it so gently, expertly, holding it perfectly, not too rough and better than when I did it myself. I stood there shaking in front of her. Jean also had several pairs of really pretty shoes, open toe wedges, ankle boots and soft black high heeled court shoes. Looking wide-eyed right at me, pumping away, smelling her pretty little size 5 boot, which I dropped, and as she walked towards me I could only focus on her feet, her skinny painted toes and her silky nylon legs and I couldn't hold back - I came in my hand and tried to hold onto the mess of come, but it trickled through my fingers and some dripped onto her boot. She seemed to enjoy just watching which is something we do together frequently. All of this is what led us to INFC. When I saw her shoes by the back door, I felt sick, remembering coming all over her boot, kneeling in front of her with a nylon stocking over my head. Members' profiles likewise provide detailed information and photos indicating what the couple is looking for in the way of nylon sex such as role play, sub fetishes or just a simple nylon footjob.

Nylon fetish stories



And leather holds onto the smell of the warm foot forever, encouraging those with a mind to, to hold the shoe over the nose and mouth and breathe in the heavenly scent of soft warm nylon covered feet. And every day I would smell her shoes or boots and have a wank and be grateful that there are people in the world like Jean. But I do see them, when I shut my eyes I see them, and her, and the day she sat there talking to me through her stocking mask, wanking me and sucking me off, trying to understand my wishes and what makes me tick. This sort of thing isn't really for public consumption. The flip-flops pulled the nylons tightly between her long perfect soft brown nylon toes - always with red nails - painted the same colour for the years we had her working for us. When I want to cum, I take a pair of her worn nylons and jack off with them while she watches and encourages me. Here are the Pantyhose Stories category postings starting the latest one: Hand over the money! I don't think I'd seen her bare feet before, her bare foot was pink and lovely, the red nails gleamed. Or do you want to do something else with my feet, or do you just want to sit with me like this? Does this look pretty? I could hardly speak to her again, but she came and went as usual, and after a few days I gathered that she hadn't and probably wasn't going to say or do anything. I think I also told her I loved her again, or thank you again or something I can't recall as I was in a state of shock in all honesty.

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If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories. They surely 'must' do it because they know someone is looking. She will often put her sexy nylon clad feet in my face while she torments me with fantasies of other men having their way with her. But as she said, she left her shoes by the loo door for me, with a pair of rolled up stockings in them every day. My latest thought of her gasping with delight as I sucked her toes was getting me right to the edge in record time, and then the door opened… I looked up and Jean was there in the doorway. Your mum wouldn't like me touching you, but if you wait a minute, I won't have to. Mum went out to work, and when the front door shut, Jean made us both a cup of tea as usual and then went upstairs with the vacuum, leaving her dainty soft bright red ankle boots in the back kitchen. Then she leant back and lifted her stockinged foot onto the table right in front of my face, slipping off her flip flop, and twiddling her silky brown nylon toes - she was right, it was a strong smell of sweat and leather and the perfume of the softener that she must use to wash her stockings in but it was heavenly, so I put my face closer to her foot and breathed in deeply. Never a problem, there was always plenty of time to look innocent and hide my stiff cock. The club was formed to provide a means by which members can meet online and arrange face to face meetings with other couples. Here are the Pantyhose Stories category postings starting the latest one: I haven't ever put a stocking over my head before, but it feels nice, I will do it for my husband to see if he likes it next time we are in bed. Perish the thought. She wasn't trying to seduce me, she didn't want proper sex with me, I think she wanted to be part of my strange world for a little while and to leave her mark on another person in the world who would never forget her. And then she sat there, not moving her foot from in front of my face, with her gloved hands in her lap, not touching the mask which was still pulled tightly over her face. When I turned 18 we had to move down to Exeter in the South of England for my Dad's work, and I was heartbroken that I wouldn't see Jean again or get my hands on her shoes or see her beautiful skinny painted nylon toes again. Well I'm sure they probably smell a bit stinky after being in my boots all morning. I certainly never knew anyone could love feet so much, especially my feet, I think they look odd. The shame! Do you like this? Thinking about her soft nylon feet and those shiny red nails teasing me, thoughts of her, with a stocking pulled over her head, urging me on to lick her feet and press my face into her soft warm nylon soles, meant it never took long. Do you want to do anything else to my feet, I really don't get it Peter, but if you are enjoying yourself just doing this you can do it some more. He would stroke his hard cock while he instructed her to closely watch what he was doing until he spurted ribbons of creamy white semen. This has always made me think thus: I could hardly speak to her again, but she came and went as usual, and after a few days I gathered that she hadn't and probably wasn't going to say or do anything. With my own mother's stocking! She made a nice cup of tea anyway.

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  1. This has always made me think thus: And then she sat there, not moving her foot from in front of my face, with her gloved hands in her lap, not touching the mask which was still pulled tightly over her face. We left the restaurant about 7 p.

  2. My cock had stayed absolutely rock hard, and I felt none of the relief a good wank normally gave me. Thinking about her soft nylon feet and those shiny red nails teasing me, thoughts of her, with a stocking pulled over her head, urging me on to lick her feet and press my face into her soft warm nylon soles, meant it never took long. My friend is 11 years younger than I, but we have such an easy going relationship for the past 2 years.

  3. Today my wife was wearing some tan mid heeled leather boots, even though it was a warm day. I couldn't even begin to answer her, I didn't even know the answer myself, only that I had an outpouring of love towards her for being so gentle and kind and calm towards me.

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