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Nylon Temptation

By: Bacomicfan



I was barely awake when I felt Kelly roll out of bed. The alarm was a distant irritation, quickly silenced by an accurately aimed finger stabbing the shutoff button. She sighed as she trod sleepily out of the bedroom. I rolled on my side and pulled the blankets around me, curling myself up in them, smiling as I realized I could still sleep for several delicious hours.

My sleepy brain faded in and out of consciousness as my lady primped and prettied herself for work. I had just begun to nod off again for about the third time when I heard the phone ring. Kelly picked it up even before the second ring, presumably not wanting it to wake me. However, I was awake enough to realize that the phone ringing at that hour was not a usual thing, and it could mean a problem. Some deep, paranoid part of myself prodded me instantly awake, and I tumbled groggily out of bed and headed for the kitchen, assuming that Kelly would not have been able to answer the living room phone quite so quickly.

Shambling zombie-like toward the sound of my love's sweet voice, I saw Kelly indeed on the kitchen phone, her back to me, one hand holding the receiver to her ear, the other firmly planted on her hip. Amidst all the "uh-huh"s and "okay"s and "I see"s, I couldn't help but admire my beautiful lady. Apparently I'd slept through her morning hygiene and fashion ritual, for she was already completely dressed and ready to face the screaming adolescent creatures she tried valiantly to impart wisdom to five days a week.

Beneath glowing yellow hair that cascaded playfully down to the middle of her back, a soft, silky blouse flowed from her shoulders to her slim waist, where it was met by a billowy green skirt that tastefully fell to a couple of inches above the knee, showing off a good portion of her shapely legs. As my eyes traced a path from knees to ankles, I saw that those luscious legs were tightly encased in sheer, smoke-colored stockings which had slid themselves elegantly into a pair of black, backless, four inch slides. Those breathtaking stockings were so ultra sheer that they just barely imparted their smoky hue to my lady's radiant flesh, with a tantalizing seam that ran all the way up the back of her legs until it made its escape beneath her skirt.

As she spoke on the phone, Kelly slowly slipped first one foot, then the other, out of her high-heeled slides in an effort to comfort her feet as she talked. I noted with increasing interest the reinforced heels and toes of that mesmerizing hosiery, and the seams that joined them. I can't tell you how enjoyable it was just standing there admiring Kelly's legs, their sexiness enhanced by those intriguing stockings.

Entranced as I was, I failed to notice that Kelly's phone conversation had come to its conclusion. The only reason I became aware of this fact at all was because the titillating seam I'd been admiring suddenly disappeared from view, to be replaced by Kelly's always attractive knees and the smooth front of her calves.

I jolted my attention upward to my lady's pretty face, upon which was stamped a quizzical look. Realizing that I'd been caught staring at her legs, I found myself - for no apparent reason other than feeling like a kid caught raiding the cookie jar - becoming slightly embarrassed and trying to divert her attention from my ogling.

"What was that all about, hon?" I asked, thinking I'd escaped with my dignity.

"Well, apparently there's been a water pipe break at the school. Part of the main floor is flooded, and they've decided to close the school for today until it can be fixed," she replied, still looking at me oddly.

"Awww...poor baby," I kidded, "no work today. I'm sure you're crushed."

"Very funny," she said, "and here I am all dressed. I wish they'd called sooner, and I could've just rolled over and gone back to sleep."

"Well, let's..." I began... but then it came.

"Oh, and what's wrong with my legs?" she interrupted.

"Wrong with your legs?" I bumbled, realizing I'd been snagged, "Nothing. There's never anything wrong with your legs. They're as gorgeous as ever."

"Then why were you staring at them like that? I know you like my legs, but you were practically drooling over them. So, what's up?"

I knew I'd been caught, but I tried to make light of it, throw off suspicion....why, I don't know, "Well, I've just never seen you wear stockings like that. What are you trying to do to those poor schoolboys...drive them all insane?"

"What do you mean?" she sounded offended, "this is a very tasteful outfit."

"Well, yeah, Kel....but....I mean....those hot legs of yours are dangerous enough, but in those stockings? C'mon, you know teenage boys are nothing but walking hormones looking for a dumpoff point. If you so much as crossed your legs during class in those hose, several young lads would need CPR."

"Well, I'm flattered for that assessment, Mr. Protector of Misguided Youth. I know I usually wear more...tame....stockings, but I just felt it was time for a change. I saw these while I was shopping yesterday and I just had to have them. I wanted to live a little. I mean, they're not fishnets or anything. I don't think they look trampy."

"Whoa! Slow down, hon. They're lovely, no doubt about it. I was just worried for those poor hormone carriers, that's all."

"Ohhhh, no..." she waved a stern finger at me, the jig apparently up, "I saw the way you were looking at my legs, darlin'. You're not worried about me corrupting young boys. You were drooling over these stockings yourself, weren't you? C'mon, admit it."

I could feel the warmth as it crept along my cheeks, making them rosy with embarrassment. And as soon as that happened, Kelly knew she had me.

"Aha! I thought so! So, Mr.Protector....you are the one getting all hot from these stockings." Then her tone went from victorious to sultry. "You like these stockings, sweetie?" she said with a teasing grin, turning her body in a half circle to let me see the sides and backs of her calves. When I saw that seam again, my eyes followed it from heel to skirt hem once more, gliding up and down it's silky length.

"Oh my....I guess you really do like these stockings," her voice was sticky sweet, laced with seduction.

Turning completely around, with her back once more to me, she slowly raised her skirt, showing me ever more of that enticing seam. I watched awestruck as she slowly lifted her skirt, my pulse beginning to race and beads of sweat competing in a downhill race from my forehead to my chin.

Not only had Kelly worn the sexiest hose I'd seen her wear...ever...but for some reason on this momentous morning she had even eschewed her usual pantyhose in favor of actual stockings. When she raised her skirt high enough for me to see the reinforced support band, I nearly swallowed my tongue. If my eyes had been any more bulging, I'd have looked like a Tex Avery cartoon character....and only the "Boi-oi-oiing" sound effect would have been missing.

Wiggling her behind back and forth to add to my torture, Kelly looked back to see my expression. She obviously liked what she saw very much. As I stood there clad only in my briefs, my appreciation of her legs in the sheer nylon was obvious. I blushed and tried to turn away, lowering my hands self-consciously to try to cover up the embarrassing bulge. I started to walk away, willing my straining member to calm down.

I hadn't gotten far before Kelly was cooing out to me, "Where ya goin, hon? Don't you want to see more? It sure looks like you do."

When I turned to look at her, the grin on her face was purely evil, lecherous...and it made my blood boil. I forgot my feeble attempts to hide my interest, and took my hands away from my crotch, making no further attempt to conceal the growing erection there. My heart seemed to be skipping beats with uncomfortable regularity, and my breathing had become somewhat erratic. I recognized the symptoms. I was horny as hell.

Kelly knew I was hers for the taking. Facing me, she hiked her skirt up high, showing me the totality of both her sensational legs, and the silky black panties that shielded her treasure. Then she dropped the skirt slowly back down and walked over to me like a sultry femme fatale. Grabbing my hand in hers she said, "Well, you little stocking admirer, I don't have to go anywhere now. It would be such a shame to waste these soft, silky stockings, now wouldn't it?"

The confining briefs were getting more and more uncomfortable. And this was exacerbated when Kelly used her free hand to rub the front of them, squeezing that bulge playfully. Still holding my hand and rubbing my crotch, she leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "You know these stockings climb almost all the way up my thighs, right? Way up nice and high...not too far from my panties, in fact. I'll bet you'd just love a much closer look, wouldn't you, sweetie?"

My response was immediate and confirmatory, though probably sounding more like babytalk, or even gibberish. It wasn't what I said that pleased Kelly so much as the firmness she felt when she pressed her body against mine.

"Mmmm....I guess you're really glad to see me, aren't you, honey? C'mon, lover...I think it's time you saw these sexy nylons up close."

She took me by the hand into the living room. Backing me up against one of the two plush TV chairs, she embraced me tightly, kissing my lips with small pecks, but letting her tongue flick between my lips now and again. Then she gently sucked on my lips...savoring them...while her hand again found it's way to the tent forming at my groin.

She backed me against the chair, lifting one leg and rubbing her nyloned thigh up and down my naked one, rubbing it all the way up to just above my waist. She continued this throughout her kisses, which became more and more forceful and wanton. I was loving this immensely, when suddenly her warm, moist lips pulled away from mine. While I reeled from the loss of those succulent lips, she took advantage by putting her hands on my chest and pushing me hard backwards, thrusting me into the chair.

"Now, you naughty, naughty boy....I'm going to teach you to stare at my legs and say terrible things about the way I dress...and accuse me of trying to entice little boys. By the time I'm done with you, I'm going to have you pleading and begging to kiss my stockinged legs. And you'll have to work very hard to please me, to earn the pleasures I have in store for you. Now that I know you have a fondness...or is it a weakness?...for my nylon-covered legs, I'm going to use that to drive you insane. That is.....after I break you."

Her smile was wicked. Her eyes twinkled with merciless thoughts and plans. And as she licked her sultry, succulent lips, I was harder than ever.

Kelly leaned over me, leering down at me. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I was pretty sure that no matter what it was, I was definitely going to like it. So, I grinned dumbly back up at her, waiting for her wicked plans to come to fruition.

She bent down and grabbed my head in her hands, planting a rough kiss on my mouth...a full, hard kiss that sucked the air from me. As she pulled back, up came one of those sexy, nylon covered legs. By the time her foot had nestled itself in the soft cushion of the chair, she had already kicked off her sexy high-heeled slide and I neither saw nor heard its removal. That now shoeless foot ended up next to my left buttock on the seat cushion. I was sunk down so far into that cushion from Kelly's shove that her smoke-colored, silken knee was just about even with my chin. The sheer nylon was so close to my face that I could even smell it. It was delightful...sensual...erotic. I stared at the gossamer material and my heart pounded. My eyes caressed the nylon from ankle, to calf, to knee, to thigh, the pounding of my heart increasing with each delicious inch my eyes embraced. When I gazed above the support band, I saw her lightly tanned thigh. And then I realized with glee that I could see well up her skirt...and the view riveted me. The skirt hid - just barely - the silky black panties I'd glimpsed earlier. My pulse raced.

Eagerly, my hands reached out to caress either side of that nylon-covered thigh, slowly rubbing from thigh down to calf and ankles, then back up. I was entranced by the silken sensuality of it, rubbing slowly up and down that awesome leg. While I was busy fondling that smooth leg, suddenly Kelly lifted her foot from the cushion and plopped it unceremoniously into my lap. The movement startled me from my nylon worship and I looked up at her. I had been so mesmerized by that luscious limb that I never even noticed Kelly removing her blouse and bra. When I looked up, I saw her full, round breasts staring back at me, nipples taut. All she now wore was her skirt, panties and stockings. The blood pounding in my temples was almost deafening. What a sight she was! She literally took my breath away!

Kelly first played with her nipples, for my benefit, then reached out one hand to stroke the back of my neck. Her fingers tightened on the nape of my neck and drew my head forward, pushing my mouth against her knee.

"Kiss the pretty nylon," she said in a sultry whisper that sent a shiver along my entire spine.

I kissed that silken knee, my lips reveling in the sheer silkiness of it, my nostrils filled with the scent of nylon. My hands still played along calf and thigh as I adored the offered knee.

"I'll bet it tastes delicious," Kelly cooed, adding, "why not give it a few licks?"

My tongue popped out of my mouth without any urging from me. It took on its own life and began licking Kelly's knee. That knee has always been delicious under any circumstances, but the taste of it encased in sheer nylon was intoxicating. I sighed as my tongue enjoyed the unique flavor, my eyes closed in rapture.

When my eyes opened, they noticed a new joy to occupy them while my tongue lapped nylon. Kelly was leaning over now, her lush, naked breasts directly in front of me, the right one resting gently on the thigh just above the knee I was licking, mere inches from my tongue. The left breast dangled alongside her thigh, the nipple hard and taunting.

Kelly giggled, "Your panting is making my cleavage tickle, sweetie. I think you're paying way too much attention to my chest and not enough to my stocking. Proper adoration is a must, you know." She ran her finger along my cheek and smiled wickedly at me, deliberately fondling her dangling breast and playing with the nipple.

"Oh, I can't be cruel to my little stocking fiend," she said with a hint of that very cruelty, "c'mon....here....have some of this."

Kelly leaned forward as far as she could, moving her foot from my crotch to the juncture of my thigh and hip. Her breasts burst into my face, nipples eager for attention. I grabbed one breast with my right hand, my mouth hungrily devouring it, while my other hand continued to caress the smooth, silky nylon of Kelly's thigh. My fingers explored nylon covered thigh and soft, luscious breast, while lips and tongue savored her large, pink nipple. If I was to die, then this would be my idea of Heaven.

As both hands reached up to capture and enjoy both breasts, Kelly slipped her foot back into my groin, rubbing the erection she felt there beneath her nyloned foot. Her toes pressed the engorged head and shaft through my shorts, working up and down its length slowly and deliberately. As I sucked and licked her breasts like a hungry pup, she stroked me with her foot. I was sure I was going to come right there in my shorts!

But such was not Kelly's plan. I was so into her lush, tasty globes, that when she suddenly pulled away from me and abruptly stood up, I was lost....my mind searching for reasons as my hands searched for her flesh. I looked up at her, my eyes brimming with disappointment. She simply stood there smiling, hands on hips, almost gloating down at me. And then...then....she turned and walked away! My heart not only sank, but skipped several beats along the way. My tongue still lolled out of my mouth, hungry for more; my hands still groped for her charms.

She walked slowly across the room, toward the other chair. Her hips swayed with exaggerated sensuality, her sexy bottom bouncing tantalizingly with each step. Stopping and standing still for a moment, bending slightly and quickly flashing me by lifting her skirt, she looked back at me as she teased. She then bent down further and ran her hand up one leg, tracing the stocking seam from the back of her heel up her calf and thigh all the way to the support band, agonizingly, erotically slowly.

Then, in a whirl of motion, she turned around to face me - still sitting dumbfounded in my chair - and dropped herself into the other chair with a loud poof of air rushing from the lucky cushion. She sat back seductively, draping one leg over the arm of the chair, her calf and foot dangling over the side. Smiling a broad, lecherous smile, she held out one hand, her index finger giving me that "come hither" curl. Licking her lips, she purred a simple, "Here boy," and I broke all land speed records climbing out of my own chair and sprinting across the room. She laughed heartily at my eagerness.

"Kneel down right there," she said, pointing to a spot directly in front of the chair - but several feet from it - and exactly midway between her knees. She rubbed her thighs slowly with her fingertips and eyed me greedily as I knelt down in front of her. I noticed her eyes dart down to the crotch of my shorts, which brought a wide grin from her sultry lips.

"Now, dear boy....I'm going to give you an extremely large taste of nylon. Your tongue on my knee was just the tip of the iceberg. There is so much more nylon to be savored, don't you agree?"

I nodded dumbly, my eyes locked on legs and nylons, and trying to probe upward to where those thighs met.

Kelly held straight out the leg that was not resting on the arm of the chair, showing me the starting point of the hose seam. She showed me the sole of her foot, with the cross seam that ran along the tips of her toes, and the seam perpendicular to it that ran the length of her sole, from the middle of her toes to her heel. From there, a small space, then the seam continued its lucky trip up the back of her calf and thigh to the reinforced band that held the entire lovely thing in place. For emphasis, she placed her finger on each part of the seam and traced it all the way up her leg. Her voice shattered my hypnotic state.

"Since you seem to enjoy my stockings so much, I want you to do something for me," that honey-dipped voice seared into my brain, "I want to feel your lips and tongue caressing their way up the entire length of my stocking seam, starting right there at my toes and kissing and licking their way all the way up to here," she again traced a path up the seam, her finger finally stopping at the support band. "Would you like that?" she asked, already knowing the answer. All I could do was nod like a drunken jester. I didn't seem to have enough breath for words.

She sat back comfortably in the chair, folding her arms behind her head. She looked me directly in the eyes and flexed and wiggled her foot. "You may begin anytime now," she teased, pleased with herself.

She had gauged the spot where she wanted me to sit perfectly. Her outstretched leg placed her wiggling foot directly in front of me...less than a foot from my chin. As she wiggled and twisted her foot teasingly, I noticed just how sheer the nylon was, for I could see each pink, painted toenail almost as clearly as if no nylon covered it at all, except when the movement of her toes brought the slightly thicker seam over them. And every wrinkle in her sole when she scrunched her toes was clearly visible through the flimsy material. I marveled at how utterly sheer and sexy nylon could be.


Nylon Temptation Ch. 02



It may be a stereotype - and most likely an undeserved one - but we men usually do make fun of our women when they go shopping. We groan and roll our eyes, wincing at the thought of our depleted checking accounts and/or huge balances on credit cards, even if our ladies earn their own paychecks and have every right to shop as much as they want. We call them shopaholics, a sort of humorous term of endearment, as far as we're concerned. We don't mean any real harm by it. I suppose it's the same way women feel about our fascination with sports or the television remote. And while we know this is wrong, we still do shake our heads sadly when our wives or girlfriends head off to the mall. Some of us even get chills and hyperventilate when our honeys get to shopping. It's something we men just have to learn to live with. Still, the fear strikes deep and frigid. There's no horror movie or novel that can strike as much fear into a man's heart as a woman with plastic money spending a day at the mall, is there?

While I know full well that Kelly isn't your typical mall addict, I still kidded her one sunny Saturday last month when she announced plans to zip on over to the local mall and "shop away the day."  I used all the usual shopaholic quips and comments, asking her politely not to send us to the poorhouse, telling her that if she shopped too long and with too much conviction we might have to take out a second mortgage to pay for her spree. You know, the usual. In true Kelly form, she just shrugged it all off with a smile and a peck on my cheek. But as she left, purse in hand, I saw a little twinkle in her eyes, a look of "If only you knew." I wasn't sure if that meant I should worry about our finances or not, but I thought not. As I said, Kelly's as responsible a shopper as they come. She's not the least bit frivolous, and probably a better shopper than myself as far as buying things purely on a whim.

I had my own chores to do, errands to run and whatnot, so I eschewed the mall thing and stayed home to work my poor knuckles to the bone, making only short, out of house trips to pick up whatever supplies I needed. I'm not one for malls, anyway. Too many people salivating over the same items, or kids hanging around because they've nowhere else to go. Nope...not my scene. I guess in that respect us fellas should THANK our women for wanting to do our shopping for us. If it isn't Home Depot, we don't wanna be there.

When Kelly had said she was going to shop away the day, I had no idea she meant just that. She'd left around eleven in the morning, and at four that afternoon she still wasn't home. All shopaholic joking aside, I was beginning to get worried...and it had nothing to do with finances. When a loved one is overdue, all sorts of scary thoughts crawl through our brains, even some pretty way-out scenarios, one in a million possibilities. The human mind can dredge up some pretty horrible stuff.

But I needn't have worried. Around four-thirty my lady love finally made her grand appearance. I was in the garage just plugging in the weed-whacker to recharge it, when the garage door hummed to life, opening and letting in the bright afternoon sunlight. Kelly's Toyota seemed exhausted as it sighed its way into the bay opposite mine. I could swear I heard it say, "Oh, thank God," as it came to a stop. With an amused chuckle, I thought it must be a MALE Toyota, as a female one would have ENJOYED the day's shopping spree.

To my surprise, my lovely lady disembarked from her sighing auto with about a half dozen small bags in a single hand. They were each about the size of the tiny plastic bags you get from a greeting card store when you've purchased a special occasion card for someone. That was it...just the five or six small, flimsy bags. No huge clothing boxes, no shoe boxes, no unwieldy packages or bags large enough to fit Santa AND his entire team of reindeer in. I was shocked! Five hours of shopping and only those few tiny bags to show for it. I mean, I always knew Kelly was a responsible shopper, but I never expected THIS from a multiple hour mallfest! I was afraid she might even lose her membership card in the W.W.S.O. (women's worldwide shopping organization)! I even jokingly made that comment to Kel later. She simply smiled and shook her head, rolling her eyes as is her habit when she thinks I've said something inane.

After plugging in the thirsty weed-whacker, I stood and walked over to Kelly, who was busy brushing the wrinkles out of her skirt. When she saw me bending over to kiss her, she tilted her head up and let me peck her luscious lips. Her face had a pleased look on it, though not from my kiss. Rather, she was eminently pleased with her modest purchases.

"Are you okay?" I asked with a bewildered look on my face.

"Of course," she said, looking just as bewildered back at me, "Why wouldn't I be?"

I looked at the bags in her hands. "Over five hours shopping, and that's all you've got? Oh, wait...let me guess. You have an entire new kitchen in the trunk, right?" 

"Wise ass," she said, "It so happens that I knew what I was shopping for today. I had specific items in mind. For your information, I didn't browse the mall at all, but went right for the stores I was interested in. So there."

Now I was even more confused. "You knew exactly what you wanted and where you needed to go...AND went only to those places. So what took five hours? If you only went to certain specific stores..."

Kelly immediately adopted that motherly look all women get when they feel their husbands are in need of some "educating". She shook her head and smiled, as if she was talking to a six year old.

"If you must know, Mr. Nosey, I spent a good deal of time in those few stores, buying only what I wanted, picking and choosing exactly the right items. I had some very specific ideas of what I was looking for. I wanted to make sure I got something....special. And," she added, "those stores didn't have everything I was looking for, so I took a couple of side trips. But between about five different stores - not all of which were at the mall, I remind you - I found everything I was searching for." Her face actually glowed with how pleased she was with the day's shopping coup.

I was intrigued now. It sounded as if Kelly was being deliberately vague. "What was so special that you had to take so long making up your mind...and visit so many stores? And what were the other stores...outside the mall, I mean?" My multipart question seemed to fall on deaf ears...or maybe just uncooperative lips.

"My, aren't we just full of questions today?" She looked directly into my eyes, but said nothing more about it, purposely evading my queries. She was determined to keep her purchases a safely guarded secret. My curiosity got the better of me, and I reached for one of the bags, to peer inside.

Kelly slapped my hand. "There will be none of that," she said, grinning. "You just get cleaned up for dinner. I'm making some pasta." Then she leaned up against me, whispering as she kissed my lips, "I want to load you up with carbs so you'll have lots of energy for later. I think you'll be needing it." Her eyes sparkled...always a good sign.

When she kissed me again, I took advantage of the opportunity to once more try to peek into one of the bags. Again I got slapped. "Silly boy...do you think I'm not aware of your sneakiness? You'll see what's in the bags. But it'll have to wait until after dinner. Like I said, I want you loaded up with energy. Trust me, hon, you'll be happy for the energy. Actually, so will I," she winked, pulling away from me.

I pouted, hoping for some sympathy, but received none. Kelly only smiled and walked away, winking twice more...once as she turned away, and again as she walked through the doorway leading into the house. I had no idea what my lady love was planning, but I had a deep down feeling I was going to like it. She was rarely secretive like this, and it almost always ended up being for the most delicious reasons. I could only hope such was the case again. My interest was truly piqued. I noticed myself smiling with great anticipation as I watched the door close behind her.

Kelly kept feeding me pasta. She just about forced extra helpings down my gullet. And she made little comments throughout dinner, like "Eat up. The pasta should give you long-lasting energy. Lots of stamina." And always the added enticing comment, "You're gonna need it." She spent more time smiling and winking than I'd seen in a long time from her. She's always happy and cheerful, but this time she seemed to be beside herself with some sinister glee at whatever she was planning. I would've had to be a total dunce not to know it had to have SOMETHING to do with sex. It wasn't just wishful thinking on my part, either. Kelly was being about as obvious about it as she could possibly be. I found myself squirming in my chair throughout my dinner. Kelly just ate her meal seductively and smirked knowingly, all too aware that she was driving me crazy. She loves to do that.

Finally, dinner was over. But Kelly prolonged my agony. She told me to sit and watch something on television while she cleaned up. She said she didn't want me all weighed down with food in my stomach, so I should let everything digest while she washed the dishes. But before letting me leave the table she kissed me hard on the mouth, a long, sensual kiss that got my interest...in spades! She whispered in my ear, "The show will start in one hour. Do NOT fall asleep." When I started to make a comment, she placed an index finger on my lips, stifling it. She withdrew her finger and lightly pecked my lips, emphasizing "One hour...don't go to sleep." After that "show starts in an hour" enticement, I ask you, what man could possibly have fallen asleep? Unless, of course, his testosterone has somehow been surreptitiously removed, or neutralized in some insidious way.

I have no clue what I watched on the tube. Although I was staring at that glowing box for the better part of an hour, not one picture or word registered in my brain. My mind was racing with thoughts of what Kelly was planning. Like any normal man, I was concocting all sorts of wild fantasies of hedonistic sex. My mind even produced kinky scenarios, involving items that Kelly might have bought. I'm not even into some of the things my psyche drummed up, but that didn't matter. My brain was in hyperdrive, and anything I thought of made me swell down there below my navel. I never knew an hour could crawl by so damn slowly.

When she finally finished the dishes and had cleaned the table and kitchen counters (Hmmm.....was she deliberately stalling...trying to make me squirm with anticipation? If so, it was working very well), my lady walked out into the living room, grinning.

"Oh," she said, "just making sure you haven't dozed off."

"No way," I replied, "I'm too keyed up to see what you're up to."

"Good. That's what I was hoping for. Between the pasta and those raging hormones of yours I think this is going to be LOTS of fun. Now you just stay put. I'm going to go into the bedroom and get ready. No peeking now, or I'll call the whole thing off. Understood?"

There's no way I wanted this called off, whatever it was, so I gave her the scout's honor sign and crossed my heart about seventy-five times...give or take. I think I threw in a few "honest injun" signs, too...I'm not sure. Anyway, Kelly smiled and walked away, her hips swaying delightfully as she headed down the hall to our bedroom.

I sweated and squirmed for the entire fifteen minutes she was gone. But when I next saw her, I squirmed even more. I drooled in my lap. One of my eyeballs may have popped out, I can't be sure. It was certainly possible since my eyelids had just about withdrawn into my head, making my eyes open wider than they'd ever done before. And if my eye did pop out, I popped it back in quickly, because I did NOT want to miss this!

Emerging from the dimness of the hallway, my luscious Kelly was simply glorious to behold. She strutted boldly into the living room wearing just three things...a pair of sheer, nylon, see-through natural skin-tone panties, barely large enough to cover her pubic triangle; a pair of thigh high stockings, the same natural color and equally as sheer; and a pair of crystal clear, see-through high heeled pumps. Nothing else. My penis nearly tore through my pants. I must've looked like a school boy mooning over his sexy, eighth grade teacher. My body wanted to lunge forward and make passionate love to Kelly immediately, but at the same time it was weak and threatening to melt into a puddle of goo. Quite the conundrum.

"You like?" she asked coyly.

I mumbled something unintelligible, but my vigorous nodding got my point across. Kelly laughed.

"Then you're going to just love the rest of the show," she said, another wink heading my way. That was when she held up the five bags from her shopping spree. With a grin she jiggled them and said, "I'm going to try on, right in front of you, all these sexy stockings I bought today. Then, dear boy, I'm going to let you look at them up close, touch them, kiss them, feel them all over you...each pair, one by one. Since you showed me not too long ago what a twisted little stocking slut you really are, I figured you just might enjoy this. And I'm sure I will, too. I spent all day finding these for you. That's what I did for YOU. After you enjoy these sexy items on me, YOU'RE going to do for ME! And do, and do, and do. Oh, yes...that pasta had better kick in big time."

Slowly, tantalizingly, she walked - no, sashayed, bold and brazen as you please - up to me, standing directly in front of me, hands on hips. I could only stare. I would've drooled again, I'm sure, but it appeared all my drool was used up for the moment.

"Touch me," Kelly whispered, "feel me all over. Run your hands anywhere you want, nuzzle anyplace you like. Smell the nylon....and me. Do whatever you like, baby...Carte Blanche." She leaned forward so that her free swinging breasts dangled hypnotically in front of my face, the nipples hardened. "Come on, honey...just feel this smooth, sexy nylon. Touch it and kiss it. I'm all yours. And when you're through, I've got even sexier nylons to try on for you."

One hand reached for a silky thigh. The other found the skimpy panties and burrowed beneath them. Kelly came forward and straddled my legs, leaning close. My face nuzzled in her cleavage, flared nostrils inhaling her scent. From there my mind turned to mush....but that didn't stop my hands and mouth from busying themselves all over my sexy lady. Nor did my entranced state lessen the throbbing between my legs. I sighed and moaned as I sniffed and touched and kissed every part of Kelly within reach...which was every succulent of her.               As I kissed and licked Kelly's ample mams - taking special delight in her stiffened, pleading nipples - my hands roamed both nylon and flesh. She flipped her long, blonde hair up and over her head, so that it then cascaded down over my head and shoulders, and down my back. As my hungry mouth roamed at will from breast to breast, it seemed as if her golden tresses were alive, imprisoning my head, pulling it forward, trapping my hot lips against her heaving bosom.

My hands enjoyed her nyloned thighs and the short, soft curls that called to me and enticed my fingers within the confines of the gossamer panties. They wanted to explore everywhere at once. Kelly's sighs were like music to my ears even through the pounding of my own quickened pulse. As my mouth was busy on her nipples, I found myself gasping heavily through my nose, my chest heaving in rapid, shallow bursts. Kelly's chest likewise heaved, but her hands tight around my head held my sucking mouth firmly in place against the softness of her chest.

I rubbed her warming mound beneath the silky nylon of her panties with a slow, deliberate hand. My other eager paw slipped under the larger bit of nylon covering her left cheek. The sensation of her soft ass flesh against my palm and the smooth nylon gliding along the back of my hand was an incredible treat. I squeezed her cheek in my building passion. But it was the sensation down lower, where my left hand had found her lightly carpeted treasure beneath moistening nylon, that most aroused my senses...and led to confining discomfort between my legs.

While my searching fingers had happily explored Paradise, Kelly swooned, bringing her hands around to my jaw and forcing my head upward so she could kiss me passionately on the mouth. That kiss took my breath away. Throughout that mind-melting kiss, her hips swayed at first, and then she climbed up on the sofa, still straddling my legs. Never once removing her mouth from mine, she started rotating her hips in a circle, forcing my hands on her sex and her behind to try to keep up. Not to worry...I managed admirably.

Suddenly, Kelly took her mouth away from mine, and with glistening eyes locked on my pleading ones, she whispered to me, "Not so fast, hon. Let's take our time, make this last all night. But, here's the deal. For every sexy stocking ensemble I try on for you, you have to remove one piece of clothing. So, off comes the shirt!" Immediately, hands that had moments earlier been holding my head willing captive began clawing at my shirt, tugging it from beneath the waistband of my pants and ripping it up and off of me. "There," she said, "much better."

Reaching down, Kelly removed my hands from beneath her panties. I could see she was flushed with excitement, eager to get on with things. It was also apparent that she wanted to entice and titillate me further...get on with the "show." As she moved away from the sofa, she winked at me yet again...but my eyes were focused on the wet patch on her brand new, sexy panties.

Kelly walked seductively, hips swaying, over to the chair. Slowly, oh so slowly, she bent down, slipping the nylon panties down, inch by inch, over the cheeks of her ass, down her hosed thighs and calves, off her feet. Once on the floor, she kicked them with precise aim back at me. They landed in my lap. I picked them up and held them to my lips, kissing them as I watched my lady love turn and sit on the chair, kicking off her pumps. She watched me nuzzle her panties for a moment, smiling with satisfaction, and then began slowly slipping off her stockings.

When she lifted one leg and started sliding the first stocking down thigh and calf, I watched as if in a hypnotic state. Slowly the nylon glided down her perfect skin, almost as reluctant to relinquish its hold on Kelly's succulent flesh as I myself usually am. But it was the time between completing the stocking removal on the first leg and beginning the baring of the second, that most captured my attention. With the already bared leg splayed to one side, she lifted her other leg and seductively stroked the sheer nylon with her hands, up and down her thigh and calf. At first I watched this erotic play, but then my eyes caught a glimpse of her downy treasure as she raised her leg up high. It glistened wetly, calling to me, pulling me to it. For a moment, sexy hosiery was forgotten as I stared at Kelly's most enticing physical asset.

Always aware, Kelly noticed the objective of my glassy gaze. The leg she had raised in the air she now rotated to the side, spreading her legs wider for my benefit. Putting her foot on the chair, she slowly removed the stocking down to her ankle. Then she slid her foot toward her again, placing it directly in front of her naked pussy. She slipped the stocking over her heel and toes and then proceeded to rub it tantalizingly along her shiny slit. I was so held captive by those seductive acts that I wouldn't have heard a canon going off directly beside me.

Kelly rubbed the stocking between her legs for several minutes - between them, along her inner thighs, over her sparse triangle and along her belly. I watched every minute move. I felt as if my jaw was hanging open and perhaps my tongue was lolling out of it, but I had no power to alter those circumstances, even if I'd wanted to. My gorgeous wife was totally nude, sitting provocatively on a chair not more than ten feet away from me...and my eyes feasted on the sweetest part of her.




Nylon Temptation Ch. 02



Sadly, my lady's legs closed. My view of Heaven was gone. In it's place I saw another adorable sight. Kelly's finely sculpted ass again filled my field of vision as she stood up and turned around, bending over deliciously as she fumbled through another bag. My eyes worshipped every curve of her ass as she searched the bag's contents. From that bag she finally pulled but a single object. With great effort, and will power I never thought I had, I pried my lecherous eyes from Kelly's rump and the moist tuft beneath it to see what she was doing next.

With her back still to me, she lifted the object over her head, and it seemed to slide down her arms and swallow her. It glided smoothly and swiftly down her arms and settled itself on her shoulders. Kelly tugged at her long blonde tresses, lifting them up and over the object after it had settled. Thin straps clung to her shoulders. Beneath those straps, attached to them, ultra-sheer nylon flowed loosely - though not so loosely as to disguise my love's beautiful curves - about her body from just below her underarms to about the middle of those incredible cheeks. The weave was finely...very finely...netlike. 

"You like?" Kelly asked, keeping her back to me but turning her head to see the expression on my face. "It's a lovely thing, isn't it? It's a fishnet chemise. What do you think?"

Seeing that I was incapable of speech at the moment, she turned around slowly and again swayed erotically over to me. Standing again directly in front of me, she turned full circle, letting me view her naked body loosely encased in the nylon chemise from every angle. Kelly's succulent form, barely hidden from view, soft and sweet beneath clingy fishnet nylon. The ultimate tease. All her charms laid out, almost bare, yet with a thin layer of the silkiest material keeping me from them. Except...except for the fact that it hung on her like a skirt, open at the bottom. In my building lust, I leaned forward and reached for the hem of that enticing chemise and began to lift it up to touch my lady's warm skin.

Kelly grabbed both my hands with hers. She lowered my hands to my knees, holding them there for a bit. Looking me in the eyes, she said, "Not so fast, honey...it's your turn now. Off with the shoes.

I do believe I had my shoes off in less than five seconds. And not once during their removal did I look away from Kelly's supple curves...or her nipples as they pouted through the nylon...or her light, beautiful pubic triangle. So mesmerized by the sight of her was I that I continued to try to remove my shoes after they'd long since already been removed.

Kelly once again straddled me, sitting on my lap, facing me. She took my hands and slid them under the bottom of the chemise. I took over from there, as she knew I would. Again I felt up her gorgeous ass. I grabbed it and fondled it with greedy fingers as she leaned forward to again kiss me passionately. From behind, my hands once more sought out, and captured, her sex, feeling it's steamy warmth. We sighed into each others mouths. But, alas, as my hands roamed under nylon on soft, warm flesh, touching all of Kelly's favorite spots (and mine), Kelly again wanted to hold off. Seeing the disappointment in my eyes as she pulled away, she reminded me, "Don't worry, honey...as soon as I try on a few more sexy nylons for you you'll be totally naked, and then the fun will REALLY begin. Just hang in there. This is as tough on me as it is on you. But, in the end, it'll be worth it."

That didn't help my situation any, but I knew she was right. When we finally got to the lovemaking, we'd probably kill each other. But, hey, what a way to go! Death by fornication! Well, it's something to aspire to anyway. It's always good to have a goal, fatal or not.

Still, my heart sank and my penis throbbed as Kelly swayed seductively away from me. My hands still reached out for her, fingers wiggling needily. I didn't really care how I looked...I just wanted my hands and mouth and ... other parts ... all over my lady with no further delays or interruptions.

This time Kelly turned her head to grin at me coyly, her lush lips sucking the tip of her index finger as she wiggled her bottom in my direction. And let me just add here, for the sake of any fellas reading this, that Kelly has one of THOSE asses. You know the type...round, soft, smooth...the kind you wanna grab and squeeze and fondle and kiss and nibble and nuzzle your face in like a soft roll of Charmin bathroom tissue. The kind of rear you wanna play with and give hickeys to. Maybe you'd even want to have that soft derriere under your head for the most delicious of pillows as you sleep on it all night through. Yeah...it's THAT sexy. Whether it's bare or stuffed into tight jeans, it always makes me sweat if my eyes ever happen to be lucky enough to lock onto it. Anyway, you get the picture. So, when she wiggles it at me, it's instant erection time...as if I didn't have one of those already.

As she slipped the thin straps off of her shoulders and let the transparent chemise drift feather-like to the floor she remained grinning at me. I watched the flimsy nylon float from her shoulders down her back, glide over her glorious cheeks, ski gracefully down her thighs and calves, to land softly around her feet. My eyes followed it every inch of the way. And Kelly's eyes followed mine ever downward.

As she kicked aside the chemise, she woke me from my trance. "Off with the socks now, sweet cakes. I'm going to have you help me with my next nylon treat. I think you'll really like this one. I never even knew these existed until today. Shows you how sheltered my life has been."

I tore off my socks. One quick tug on each foot. I had no patience for any other method of clothing removal. And I stared at my naked Kelly as I removed them, not once even looking in the general direction of my sock-removing hands. When my right sock became obstinate and briefly clung to my foot, my hand ripped at it with profound agitation. As I said, I was in a hurry to move things forward to their desired outcome, and a stubborn article of clothing had no place in my world at that particularly heated moment. If it hadn't finally relinquished its hold on me when it did, I'm sure I'd have torn it into a billion tiny fragments within another few seconds.

Chuckling at my bitterly fought battle with my sock, Kelly turned around to face me, then sat her pretty naked ass down on the chair. Again she rummaged in her bag of sensual delights. She pulled out something that looked dark brown in its original state, but which became more of a transparent chocolate color as it was stretched. It looked to be an ordinary pair of sheer, chocolate brown pantyhose, but "ordinary" was not the proper word to use when describing them at all.

"Mmmm....down to your pants and skivvies now. I like that. Now come here and help me put these on." She dangled them in front of her, letting me get a good look at them, all the while grinning from ear to ear.

I was alongside the chair by the time the word "on" had left Kelly's lips. 

"Sit right there on the floor, hon. I'm going to get these started, and then I want YOU to finish putting them on me. All right, cutie?" She leaned down and tickled my chin. Then, as a last minute thought, she reached out the hand that held the pantyhose and rubbed the silky nylon along my cheek. My chest heaved and my eyes fluttered. Admiring my adorable goddess, feeling the cool, sleekness of the nylon against my skin...it was all so incredibly erotic.

By the time I realized the nylon was no longer caressing my face, Kelly had already gotten one leg encased in the sheer hosiery. Only then did I realize what an incredible optical illusion nylon could be. What was once dark brown in its unstretched state, became the sheerest light chocolate hue as it stretched to follow the contours of Kelly's foot and calf. It was so sheer that I thought the nylon would just disintegrate on her leg and float into the air like so many microscopic nylon dust particles. Her leg was gorgeous in that gossamer material. It made me light headed just to see it stretched out along that shapely limb.

Kelly's fingers dragged the nylon slowly up the first leg, lifting it straight out and high into the air as her fingers pulled the light material upward. When the nylon was stretched taut from toes to knee, her hands slowly ran up and down her calf, ostensibly to even out any wayward wrinkles that dared to mar its pristine smoothness, but more likely to entice my eyes to admire every curved inch of her nyloned calf.

"You do the other leg," she smiled, handing the still wadded portion of the brown hose to me. 

I looked up into her gleaming eyes and took it from her. I felt a gratitude I could never express as I looked lovingly back into those pretty orbs. She bent her other leg, twisted it to the side a bit, and aimed her foot in my direction, toes scrunched downward. As I've seen women do before, I rolled the nylon up so that all of it was balled into my palms except the toe portion, which I pushed down over her painted toes. Kelly smiled, wiggling her toes once they were completely covered by the nylon, working them all the way to the tip. I stretched the end of the hose tight across her toes, despite the wiggling going on there.

I then stretched the nylon back over her foot, along the sole and instep, slowly stretching the rolled material tight as I went along. After getting the nylon past her heel, I had to change my position, so I moved around to the side of her leg. From that angle I could then unroll and stretch the sheer hose up her calf, which I must admit I rather enjoyed immensely. Kelly again held her leg out straight and lifted it skyward, giving me luscious calves and thighs to adorn in the feathery light material. Not only was this leg lift incredibly sexy, but it also aided me in stretching the nylon along her leg. I couldn't help but sigh as I slid the pantyhose inch by inch up her thigh. When I'd completed stretching the nylon about to mid thigh of the leg I was working on, I then realized that, this being pantyhose, I had to continue where Kelly had left off at the knee of her other leg. I was only too happy to oblige. From that gorgeous knee upward, I completed the task of getting both legs of the pantyhose to the middle of Kelly's thighs. Since she was sitting, I could go no further, but I was too busy ogling her sheer, silky legs to care just then. Besides absent-mindedly admiring her sexy legs, I also allowed myself to admire my own handiwork. Not only did I pride myself on a job well done, but I reveled in the joy I'd gotten from doing it. Watching HER do it was one thing, but doing it MYSELF was another entirely. As my eyes admired and adored her encased legs, my cock whined and growled for freedom down between my legs. It was like a raging rhino stamping the earth and snorting, preparing to charge.

As if all that wasn't erotic enough, Kelly now suddenly stood up, facing me. There I was, kneeling on the floor before her, my hands holding the remainder of her pantyhose as she stood in front of my glazing eyes. Directly in front of those sweating eyeballs was her luscious pussy. I didn't want to cover that beautiful prize with anything at all - never, ever, ever - not even sheer nylon, but I sadly realized it must be done if I was to complete my given task, dressing my sexy Kelly in her new, sheer pantyhose. So, with tears in my eyes, I sighed and prepared to hide that impressive slit beneath nylon. Just as my hands began to tug upward on the hose, my lady love spoke.

"Now, honey....stop staring and get my pantyhose all the way up. It's okay...you'll see. No need to be so sad, I promise."

I was forced to stand in order to stretch the pantyhose the rest of the way up over her hips and buttocks. It didn't take me long to realize that these were no ordinary pantyhose, no matter how sheer they might be, for, miraculously, as I stretched them waistward, the material seemed to fall apart, leaving huge gaps at the belly and rump. What precious boon was this?! There was only nylon along the outside of the hips going up to the waistband. Everything else, from navel clear around to the cheeks, was devoid of nylon! My hands trembled and my chin dripped sweat as the reality sunk into my brain. Kelly giggled excitedly.

"They're called suspender pantyhose," she said, her eyes wide and giddy. "They're crotchless, as you can see. Aren't they just delicious?!" She twisted from side to side, letting me see both the "suspender" strips along the hips and the open areas to the front and back. Ignoring the strips, I focused on the bare mound and naked behind. Oh, what rapturous joy!

I couldn't answer her. Instead of slipping out of my mouth as drool, my saliva somehow pooled on my tongue and then slid down the back of my throat. I didn't gag, exactly, but speech of any kind was downright impossible. I had to keep swallowing to keep from choking. Kelly took this, and rightfully so, as a sign of my approval. I swear she was so pleased that if I HAD gagged on my own spit Kelly would've giggled with glee.

Throughout all of my ogling and semi-choking, my hands were still doing their level best to stretch out the nylon at Kelly's waist, wanting to complete their task so I could get on to the rest of my mission...that being the ravaging of my nylon-clad yet nearly naked vixen. It was as my fingers finished their fumbling at her waist that I felt hands on my shoulders, pressing downward with formidable force.

"Oh, honey," Kelly sighed, "kiss and lick my nylon covered thigh. Real slow and sensual. And while you do that, reach back and rub my cheeks. I know you like that."

I was going to answer with a hearty "Yes, ma'am," but in a blinding flash of speed I was back on my knees, my lips already making contact with that silky thigh. As I kissed and licked it, I was only vaguely aware of the energetic pawing my hands were doing all over her ass. In my blissful fog, I had expected Kelly to be chuckling, but she wasn't. Her hips were swaying slightly from side to side, slowly and rhythmically. Her fingers played in my hair. And, instead of giggling...she was sighing.

My mind flashed back to that incredible day when Kelly had been called early in the morning and was given the day off from work because of the water pipe break at the school. The reason for my vivid reliving of that morning was the sensation, once again, of delicious nylon on my lips as I kissed Kelly's tasty thigh. It made my lips tingle so delightfully, so erotically. I found myself sighing and moaning on her inner thighs as I kissed back and forth from one to the other.

With fingers still working on her delightful ass, my tongue licked the nylon on Kelly's thighs. To this day I delight in the slightly rough feeling as my tongue glides along, the tight weave of the nylon toying with every taste bud on the top and sides of it, every centimeter of the way. And should my tongue wander over the edge of the silky hose to Kelly's even silkier thigh, then so much the better. Such a delightful contrast between smooth, bare skin and sheer, tongue-tingling hose.

My hands wandered. From her glorious bare cheeks to her moist flower to her silken thighs...fingers explored and rejoiced in the myriad sensations and textures they encountered. Soon, my lips became jealous of my wandering hands, and they, too, began to wander. As much as they adored the tingling the nylon imparted to them, they wanted more. And the scent of Kelly's arousal was becoming more enticing by the second. My lips moved unerringly toward that odor of lust. My face could feel the heat radiating from my lady's molten core. As soon as my hungry lips met her pouting ones, I felt fingernails dig deeply into the back of my skull.

Lost in a haze of lust, I burrowed my face deeply in that musky nest, kissing it passionately. My hands ceased their groping activities on Kelly's soft bottom and silky thighs and came down to assist my lips in their goal of opening her fully to my ravenous mouth. And they did so, fingers spreading her wide, exposing glistening pink petals to my energized, still vibrating tongue. I felt Kelly shudder, but she seemed to be trying to pull away from me!

Thankfully, she only pulled away from me for an instant...just long enough to push me backward, sending me sprawling to the carpeted floor. As I looked up, dazed, I saw her standing over me ever so briefly before she squatted down over my chest, her back to me, and leaned forward toward my legs. I reached to grab her hips and bring that succulent morsel back to my mouth, but she was frenetically tearing at something, and the bustling activity was keeping me from pulling her back.

With a grin of pure glee I realized what she was groping for was the zipper of my pants. Her excitement was such that it obviously made her hands shaky and imprecise, so the task of lowering my zipper was made more difficult. But she persevered. I heard the "zzziiiiiiiiip!" loud and clear, followed by my lady's sigh. A second later, the button above my fly was popped out of its hole and both of Kelly's hands reached into my briefs to capture their hard earned prize. Only when she had my throbbing penis held in tight bondage between her ten grasping fingers did she relax and lower her quivering sex onto my face. I sighed my approval.

Reaching my arms around her cheeks, I pried my hands between her legs and used skilled fingers to open her again, exposing once more my tongue's tasty pink meal. Just as the tip of my tongue entered between moist lips and began exploring the soft folds, I felt Kelly's hot mouth encircle the head of my cock. We both quivered at the same time. I felt my toes curl. Kelly's steaming nest plunged itself down earnestly onto my face.

But eating my love from this angle was a little difficult, so my besotted brain sent multiple signals to my hands and hips...the message being a loud, clear one that I needed to flip my lady over in order to get my face more deeply between her sexy thighs. Without a real, clear, rational thought, my body responded, rolling to one side, forcing Kelly onto her back. Her hands and lips never missed a beat on my throbbing member.

With Kelly on her back, I got on my hands and knees over her. This time it was MY crotch area that hovered over HER face. I looked briefly between my legs to see the love of my life hungrily gobbling my helmet and fondling my shaft and sack. To my utter surprise I saw that she'd somehow - miraculously - gotten my pants down to the middle of my thighs, and had worked my briefs nearly as far down, facilitating her subsequent feasting on my appreciative genitals. So, gratefully, I positioned myself so that she had the absolute best access to my organs, hovering just the right distance above her head so that she could just kiss and lick them if she wanted to, or she could take any or all of them into her mouth with equal ease. This done, my attention returned to her still undevoured rose.

I briefly nuzzled my face in the silky hose on her inner thighs, feeling a light static charge along my cheeks. Then, without further delay, I dove tongue first once more between those sweet, wet lips. My arms circled around her thighs again, fingertips delighting in the feel of the sheer nylon as I kissed her sex passionately and worked it open with just my lips and tongue. Kelly brought her legs up, her thighs surrounding my head. In her arousal, she rubbed her thighs together behind my neck and head. I could hear tiny snaps of static as I licked her. I could feel the upward surge of my frizzing hair and sensed my sideburns sticking and crackling along charged nylon.

Finally, my fingers once again spread her wide, and I tried to all but shove my face into her opening. At her end, Kelly was sucking me hard and fast, licking my shaft and testicles with ever growing hunger. I could hear her panting and gasping, slurping on my penis as it occasionally slipped out of her mouth. She grabbed my ass cheeks so hard I thought she wanted to tear them off. But all she wanted to do was work her way to my tightening sack so she could kiss, lick and suck it. I instinctively spread my legs to allow her all the access she could possibly want. 




Nylon Temptation Ch. 02



When my tongue entered her deeply, she quivered yet again. She moaned around the testicle she was sucking on. As I continued long, deep licks inside her, I moved my hips up and down, and Kelly took the hint. She stopped her oral assault on my sack and opened wide, taking my shaft deep inside her mouth. While my tongue probed in and out of her pussy, my raising and lowering hips forced my cock to slide in and out of her open mouth. She closed her mouth just enough so that her clamping lips felt soft and slippery around my shaft as it went up and down, up and down. God, that felt incredible. It spurred my tongue on to even greater probings between her legs.

Kelly's hands, grabbing my ass like a vise, now helped my hips thrust my penis into her mouth. She moaned, gasped, slurped and snorted as she sucked me. I likewise slurped as my tongue probed hot and deep. I felt myself nearing orgasm, and I wanted Kelly to experience the same pleasure, so I pulled out all the stops.

Thrusting my cock deep into her mouth over and over, I flicked my tongue rapidly at the front of her vagina, all around her clit. I spread her wide right at her clit with two fingers of my left hand and began kissing her clit, open mouthed and with tongue busy. My right hand sent two fingers into her opening, wiggling and probing inside her as I licked at her clit. She began to squirm. God, she was dripping so.

I moved my hips more urgently, fucking Kelly's mouth a little faster and harder, knowing how she thoroughly loves when I come in her mouth. As I predicted, she made no effort to remove my penis from her hot, sucking cavern. Instead, her tongue became more active than ever, licking wherever it could as I thrust into her mouth. Her nails dug deep into my ass, not letting me pull my shaft too far out of her mouth. From this point on, she wanted it deep, filling her mouth. She couldn't wait for me to come.

My lips sucked hard around her clit, my teeth lightly nipping the flesh around it. The two fingers inside her had been joined by a third, and they were thrusting as deep inside her as they could go, in and out, faster and faster as I licked and sucked her burning nub. She squirmed more than ever, more and more of her juices dribbling between her legs and onto the floor. I lapped at her love button with every ounce of strength my tongue could muster. My fingers wiggled and poked inside her. My cock filled her mouth, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. My eyes for some reason became fixated on the crack of her lush derriere, and on a whim I slipped a finger into it, rubbing it up and down between her cheeks, playfully yet slowly and erotically. Or so I hoped.

I couldn't hold back any longer. My molten hot cream filled her lovely mouth, spurt after spurt ripping from deep inside me. Kelly yelped her glee, sucking madly and swallowing happily - and quickly - fingers digging into my ass as it pounded up and down above her head. I nearly bellowed (or perhaps I indeed did?) as I emptied myself into her hungry throat.

My orgasm was intensely long and satisfying, but eventually began to subside, causing me to fear that I'd failed my lady. I'd had an orgasm and she hadn't. The worst possible outcome when pleasing a lady. But I kept licking and sucking her, kept some fingers busy titillating her sugar walls while others sought to do the same in her earthy valley. Finally, it happened. My efforts were rewarded. 

With a shudder of her silky thighs, and a loud but muffled moan, she came. Her body rippled from her neck to her knees a few times. Her hips thrust once, twice, thrice...small pre-quakes. And then all Hell broke loose. With an even louder moan around my still mouth-filling cock, her back arched and her body stiffened. Her thighs shuddered and scissored tightly around my head. Her ass squirmed and wiggled, but her clenching thighs kept my mouth in place where she needed it. Every part of her seemed animated, moving in some way...most of it spastic and uncontrolled. My cock popped out of her mouth as she screamed. Steaming liquid bubbled, then burst from her as she rocked and heaved on the floor, her sweet cream drenching my lapping face. I was so into giving this incredible woman a fantastic orgasm that I continued to lick her, lapping as she came and came and came. She screamed louder and louder. She tried to grab my dribbling penis in her mouth again, but she didn't have enough coordination to do it. Her body was jerking and hopping too much. So, my cock just seemed to slap at the side of her face as her glazed eyes watched it numbly.

Finally, Kelly's spastic movements subsided, becoming just mild twitching ones. The roaring rapids between her legs became just a softly babbling brook. Her screaming stopped. And though some of her muscles were still the victims of misfiring nerves, she slowly relaxed. 

Tentatively, I raised myself up a bit, looking down between my legs at her. She smiled from ear to ear, a soft, contented smile. A moist, dribbling smile, too. Her eyes were still glazed, but slowly clearing. She breathed deeply and rapidly, her arms flopped at her sides, finally giving my ass a break. I decided to get off of her, giving her that much better a chance to catch her breath.

I rolled to one side of her, my face as sticky wet as hers was. I smiled as I watched her chest heave and her glistening lips try to speak.

"Relax, hon," I said, "that...was quite...an orgasm....you had there."

"No shit," she huffed, "and you...nearly....drowned me."

"Same here," I smiled, "but I was...above the flood...while you were...below...So sorry."

"Don't be....sorry....It was...delicious," she smiled weakly. Her tongue sneaked out to quickly and deftly lap up a glistening dewdrop of cum from the corner of her mouth.

She sat up...shakily. I sat next to her and put my arm around her. We hugged and kissed. She looked into my eyes and said, "I guess sexy stockings....really do...get you hot, huh?"

"Only when YOU'RE wearing them," I replied with a wink.

"Well," she sighed, taking a much needed deep breath, "I have one more pair to show you. They're not suspender hose like these, but they're sexy. Hopefully, they'll get you all hot again. I love it when you're hot."

"YOU get me hot, Kel....you! Yeah, the stockings are sexy, but it's you that put the look over the edge for me."

"Flatterer," she said, stroking my chin. "I'm going to see if I can't get that fire of yours going again, but first I need something to drink. I'm parched. I need fluid replacement. Someone stole all my fluids just now." She grinned. I grinned back.


She got up to go to the kitchen. She looked sexier than ever all sweaty and dripping in those pantyhose, her gorgeous ass swaying bare and free as she headed for the fridge. She came back with two beers. What delight. Cold, refreshing brew after incredible sex. Every man's dream.

"Let's have a quick drink, then get back to the fun," she said.

"Works for me," I replied, thinking this HAD to be Heaven.

We sat on the floor, our backs against the sofa, and drank our beers. All the while I couldn't stop looking at Kelly's legs in those sexy pantyhose. And, of course, peeking between those legs. Kelly knew I was looking, and loved it. As we sat and drank, she let me pour a little beer over her breasts and lick it off. She put her nipples one by one into the opening of her beer bottle and tilted the bottle, anointing her nipples with beer. I sucked it off. Then she poured a little between her legs, and I licked it from her pubic hairs. It was all very playful...and teasingly erotic.

"Oh, by the way, hon," she said, "it's time for you to remove another article of clothing. Off with the pants."

I stood up, grinning. My pants were still unbuttoned and unzipped, gathered around my thighs, and all I had to do was lower them the rest of the way off my legs. Grinning, I motioned for Kelly to do it for me. After all, I'd helped her on with her pantyhose, so why couldn't she help me off with my pants? And it's not like she hadn't done it countless times before.

She needed no convincing. She took my pants off me with ease and speed. Then, as I started to sit again, she reached up and tore my briefs down and off, making me stumble and hop. Her impish eyes gleaming, she tossed my pants aside but held up my briefs like a trophy, dangling them from her index finger. Finally, she did toss the briefs aside, but quickly leaned forward and kissed my flaccid member. "We'll get you up again," she cooed, kissing it again and again.

I stood before her completely naked. She giggled and kissed my cock. It stirred. But Kelly grabbed my hands and pulled me down. We sat against the sofa, kissing and cuddling, until our beers had been drained. 

After about half an hour, Kelly stretched and sighed. She stood up, her stretching becoming exaggerated in a slow, sexy tease. Grinning, she removed the suspender pantyhose directly in front of me, rolling them millimeter by millimeter down hips, thighs and calves. She even straddled my legs as she slid them down below her knees, deliberately bending over so that her bare bottom jiggled in front of my face as she rolled the nylon. From mid calf down, she had me take over, working them with shaky fingers the rest of the way off of her. With another of her impish grins, she wiggled her toes in my crotch with each foot as I worked the hose down over her ankles and heels. She laughed a laugh of victory as her toes felt the growing firmness in my lap.

Tilting her empty beer bottle and letting the last few drips drop onto her bouncing breasts again, Kelly walked back over to the chair and picked up her shopping bag.  She took something out of it...something dark black. She let it unfurl from her fingertips. Fishnet pantyhose. Fine mesh, dark, silky.

Her grin stretched further across her face, noting my still steadily inflating member. Her tongue licked her still shiny lips.

"I hope that pasta has fully kicked in, hon. Because I want you to fuck me like a rutting animal when I put these on," she said. "No excuses. I want that cock of yours inside me while I'm wearing these. I don't care if you rip them down, rip them open or just shove your cock right through them, but you are going to fuck me like you've never fucked me before. Got it, handsome?"

I nodded. My brain started to melt again. I felt it oozing from my ears. And I watched Kelly once again slowly slide sexy nylons up her fantastic legs, inch by luscious inch. Oh, yeah...Kelly would get her wish. The way I was starting to throb, there was no doubt about it.

Kelly again bent over, showing me her fine bottom, as she drew up the fishnet pantyhose. Even as I watched her in besotted awe, my brain - formerly a puddle of goo - began to calculate. As I watched nylon stretch around shapely calves, firm thighs and that ever so slightly plump, rounded ass, I planned. Kelly could only tease me so far. But I had to fight hard to maintain my mental acuity. It was the toughest thing I've ever done. But I wanted to remain in control...bide my time...then pounce when the time was right.

The crisscrossed weave of the nylon spread and widened as it hugged and caressed Kelly's many assets. Each one of those diamond shaped openings called to me, letting me peek at my lady's soft, creamy flesh. My hands and lips and tongue each wanted to attack first. My throbbing cock simply waited...gaining strength...growing...hardening...planning it's moment.

These pantyhose were not crotchless. That didn't matter. I knew they'd be no match for my lust. Kelly's sweet pussy would be plundered, no matter what. It would be mine. I'd already savored it with my tongue. Now it was time for my pride and joy to have it's way with it. I vowed that nothing, not even some overwhelming primal act of nature gone mad, would stop my capturing and ravaging that sweetest of openings. No...I'd die first.

Kelly was blissfully unaware of the true extent to which she'd aroused me. Oh, she knew I was turned on, but she thought I would come crawling over to nuzzle and lick that sexy nylon, caressing her trapped legs and ass with awestruck fingers. She thought I'd once again burrow my face between her legs, this time trying desperately to lick her steaming slit through moistening fishnet. I smiled to myself at how mistaken she was.

Grinning wickedly, my love finally stretched the nylon all the way over her lovely hips. She bent and wiggled her bottom, teasing yet gain. "Don't these make my ass look incredible? They squeeze my cheeks and make them look so delicious, don't they?" I smiled, biding my time. Besides, how could I not agree with her? She was absolutely correct.

She turned to face me. "And look at my pussy. So pretty behind the fine fishnet, isn't it? Bet you'd like to chew your way right through it to get at it, wouldn't you, honey?" She rubbed her crotch suggestively, licking her lips, bending to let her bare breasts jiggle so tantalizingly. Even from where I sat, I could see the widening area of slickness where her fingers so devilishly played. 

"C'mon, honey," she continued, "crawl over here and try to eat me again. I just love that tongue of yours. If you lick me real nice, I'll slip the pantyhose down to my thighs and let you kiss my ass. I know how much you love my ass. And then," she stretched again, playful fingers tweaking her nipples, "who knows what you might get to kiss. Maybe these firm, pink nipples?" Oh, she was beside herself with satisfaction at how well she was teasing and arousing me. Her eyes repeatedly noted my pounding erection. But while she thought I was becoming jelly, I was becoming granite. I waited for just the right move on her part.

And then it came.

"Hmm....I think maybe you'll have to EARN my pussy this time. You'll have to kiss my ass FIRST," she chuckled. She leered down at me, her eyes glistening pure evil. She turned and again aimed her bottom in my direction. Slowly, her hands grabbed the waistband of the pantyhose and lowered it down below her hips, uncovering again the globes of her ass. With the nylon just below the bottom curves of her cheeks, she swayed her behind back and forth.

"Come kiss my ass, honey. Be a good boy. Pucker up and get your lips all over my cheeks. That's the only way I'll let you lick between my legs again, or get that juicy cock of yours inside me. C'mon," she chided, "give me some lip service. Here, boy!"

That was it. I grinned and sucked my lower lip, trying to hold back the maniacal laughter that fought to escape from my mouth. With Kelly standing there holding the lowered pantyhose just below the bottom curve of her cheeks, wiggling her ass at me and offering it to me for pucker service, I made my move.

I didn't want to give away my intentions right off. So I played along. Trying to look the part, I slowly crawled forward toward that offered prize, tongue lolling out of my mouth, panting like a dog, and almost whimpering like one, too (Oh, I was convincing!). Kelly giggled her amusement, adding several comments along the lines of, "That's right, little puppydog" and "such a good boy," and "c'mon, boy..come and get the tasty tush." She was beside herself, giggling, wiggling and jiggling. Then she bent way down, holding onto the arms of the chair as she pushed her behind way out at me, wiggling it so fast and furious that the air around it almost hummed. When she said, "Kiss the pretty ass, honey....kiss kiss kiss," I made my move. It stunned her. And it became MY turn to chortle with glee.

In a blindingly fast move, I got up off my knees, stood up and raced forward. Since Kelly was only about ten feet away from me, I was on her in an instant. Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped, her gaping mouth forming a huge, startled "O". If I wasn't so intent on ravaging her, I'd have laughed myself silly.

I was on her before she could release her surprised cry. My hands grabbed that high and mighty ass by the hips, claiming it as my own personal property. Kelly lost her balance and fell forward, her head hitting the back of the chair, her face sinking into the soft cushions there. That served quite nicely to muffle her cry. Her hands came up to grab the back of the chair for support and balance.

I had the sexy fishnet pantyhose down below her knees in a heartbeat, the crotch portion stretched between her calves. Nudging her forward into the back of the chair with the palm of one hand, I used my right knee to quickly kick her thighs further apart. She was still off-balance and couldn't fight back. She stumbled as her legs split wide, and her face again sunk into the cushions.

That was when I rammed her. She was so slick with her own juices that I had no trouble pushing deep into her with my very first thrust. That first lunge found my throbbing cock inside her all the way to its base. If I'd thrust any harder, I'd have inserted my testicles into her as well.

Kelly's look of stunned surprise turned immediately into a tongue-lolling mask of drooling pleasure. Her eyes turned up in her head and she sighed and moaned. Her mouth remained open and saliva dribbled from her mouth onto the back of the chair. Holding tightly to her hips, I thrust myself into her over and over, gritting my teeth with the sustained effort.

"Kiss...your ass...huh?" I huffed. "You said...before...you...wanted me...to fuck you...like never before. Well hon....here it is! And I...gotta tell ya...that pasta...is REALLY....kickin' in!"

I pounded between Kelly's legs so hard and fast that she was lifted off the floor with each thrust. Her entire body shook each time I slammed into her from behind. Even normally unflinching muscles rippled with the shock waves. I was grunting and snarling as I thrust forward and back, over and over again, almost slipping out of her on several occasions in my fervor. Kelly just kept bouncing on the balls and heels of her feet and drooling onto the chair.

With one hand wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her firmly in place for my invading tool, my other hand found her dangling breasts, taking over the job her own hands had had earlier...the job of tweaking and toying with her nipples. Kelly gasped and moaned. She was so incredibly wet that her small, tight opening was well lubricated for my pounding cock. It would've felt sublimely satisfying just to hump her like that, thrusting and grunting forever, even if there'd never been an orgasm of any kind. But...oh, my...was there ever an orgasm. Two, in fact. Hers and mine, both equally intense.

With Kelly finally able to communicate again, she screamed "Fuck me! Oh, honey....fuck me! Make me...cum...so hard!" I ceased torturing her now very sensitive nipples. My hand instead found its way down below her navel, fingers playing briefly in her pubic curls. Still lower my fingers probed, until they found her screaming bulb. Pumping into her harder than ever, I squeezed the area around her clit, my fingers bathed in her fluids. With each thrust, as her feet left the floor, I squeezed the area and vibrated my fingers. Each time my fingers got closer and closer to that burning nub itself. Kelly was gasping and screaming, most of it incoherent babbling. Her excited tongue kept getting in the way of whatever she was trying to say...if she was at all.

To my surprise, Kelly grabbed the back of the chair in tightly clenched fists. Her legs shot back and up, encircling my hips and butt. I kept hold of her waist and continued to torture her clit area as I slammed my pounding muscle into her harder and faster. I could feel Kelly's heels kicking my back as we fucked like never before. 

Finally, I filled her with my molten load. My teeth clenched so hard I thought they'd crack. I grunted like some wild animal, snorting and groaning and wailing, my clenched jaw turned toward the ceiling, eyes open but unseeing. Kelly likewise was squealing, screaming and growling. The only intelligible words that I could distinguish coming from her mouth were various forms of "fuck me!" and "I'm coming!" 




Nylon Temptation Ch. 02



And indeed she was. I couldn't tell whose cum was hotter, slicker or making the most slurping noise as we fucked. Our groins were just so much mixed, gushing fluids and burning muscles. I shot volley after volley into her, my back shivering with each salvo. Every inch of my body felt cold and hot at the same time. Where Kelly's flesh touched mine it seemed to sear and sizzle.

Kelly was quivering and moaning, legs flailing behind me, heels pounding my back. When I could focus, I delighted in watching her ass cheeks quake and ripple with my thrusting. But sweat dripping into my eyes made such pleasurable sights rare and fleeting.

Even after Kelly sagged exhausted against the chair, I kept thrusting. My testicles had been emptied of every drop they'd once owned, but still I pumped into her. I didn't want to ever stop, it felt so incredible. In fact, ironically, the lack of semen pulsing from my penis seemed to make me want to thrust even harder. No longer were Kelly's feet on the floor, so the rhythmic thudding noises as I slammed forward and back must've been from the chair legs hopping up and down as I tried vainly to continue pumping fluid into my lady.

Eventually, my strength waned. My thrusts lost power. My legs weakened and became unstable, still quivering from both adrenaline overload and from lactic acid buildup. Still inside Kelly, I teetered on wobbly legs. I wanted to remain inside her, but as I fell forward my slowly deflating penis made good its escape from her sugar walls. I slumped atop the woman I love, my face coming to rest on the chair right next to hers.

I saw the stupid grin on her face. I'm sure mine mirrored it exactly. The position we were in, leaning against the chair, was awkward at best, but neither of us had the strength or will power to move. So we maintained that awkward angle statue-like until we'd regained some composure and energy. I can tell you, it was quite some time. And when we finally did move, our stiff joints made their displeasure known in no uncertain terms.

I spoke first, as I slumped to the floor, my hand knocking Kelly's hosiery bag to the floor along with the previously worn hose. "My God, Kel....that was intense!!"

"Tell me about it, lover," she sighed, her chest still heaving, but now able to give her enough oxygen to form words. "You really surprised me...but I loved it!" Her lips curled into an exhausted grin.

I beamed a self-congratulatory smile at her, lying down on the floor with my arms folded behind my head. "So the pasta seemed to work, huh?"

"Oh, now you're just so cocky, aren't you?"

"Well, I think I performed rather well. After all, you did get the intense fuck you wanted."

She smiled and looked me over. "I have to admit, I truly did. You were magnificent, my studly stud."

"Thank you, thank you," I smiled weakly up at her.

"But," she added with a wink, "is that all I get? Just two little orgasms?"

"Little?!" I stared back at her, my eyes wide with amazement.

"Just kidding," she laughed, "they were both incredible. But...well...I'm feeling just a bit greedy tonight."

Kelly got up onto her hands and knees and worked her way over to where I lay. When she came alongside my heaving chest, she got up on her knees and finally pulled her pantyhose back up...only because it was less difficult than taking them all the way off. Turning again, she sat on me. Her lovely fishnet-covered rump just plopped itself right down on my tummy, just below my ribcage. The move being unexpected, air rushed from my lungs like a geyser at Yosemite National Park. I felt her wetness on my skin, even through the nylon. She looked down at me, eyes glinting that delightful glint of theirs.

"How about we have another beer, and then see if we can't top even THAT incredible display of fornication?" Her eyes looked wickedly hopeful.

It was my turn for wide, surprised eyes and gaping mouth. I hadn't even recovered yet, and Kelly was moving on to our next earth-shattering hump! What was she made of?! Could I ever keep up with her? But, then, when she hovered her luscious backside over my head and wiggled it again, the tingling that began between my legs told me I could indeed keep up with her.

"Ahh, I see my man approves of my idea," she smiled, sighing between wickedly curled lips.

"I most certainly do," I said.

Then Kelly's eyes flashed again. She grinned still wider. Her shoulders hunched with the force of a stifled cackle. I knew I was gonna love what was on her mind.

She stood up and started for the bedroom instead of the kitchen. I stood up to follow. She motioned for me to stop, then pointed toward the kitchen.

"You go get the beer," she said, "I'll get ready in the bedroom. When you come in, I'm going to be lying on the bed with my legs spread. I want you to come in and pour your beer right between my legs, all over these fishnet hose. Then I want you to lap up every drop. Suck it out of the nylon. Nuzzle your face in the beer-soaked pantyhose. That should get you going, ready for our next amazing fuck."

I smiled, asking, "And while I'm licking and sucking you, what'll YOU be doing? Sounds like I'm going to be doing all the work."

"Oh, no, honey..you should know me better than that. I'll be pouring beer on that huge, tasty cock of yours and slurping away, too. That should get us both hot and ready for all kinds of fun. What do you think?"

"Sounds great to me," I replied. "I get to drink beer and fuck you, too. What's not to like?"

"Then go get the beer, man o' mine. I'll be waiting with legs spread and all inviting for you. And I do hope that pasta is still in you...cuz I really, REALLY want that hard cock pounding me senseless again. And more than a few times, too. Are you 'up' to the challenge, hon?" she smirked.

"Oh, I'll give it my best, Kel...I'll sure give it my best. That's a promise." I winked, my brain already soaring light years ahead of either of us.

As I turned to get the beer, she made one last comment. She came over to me to whisper it in my ear. "So, do you approve of my little shopping spree today?" Her tongue flicked my earlobe.

"Hon," I replied, "you can go shopping anytime you like. I'll NEVER make fun of your shopping jaunts again. That's a promise!"

"Good," she said, heading once again for the bedroom, "In that case, I foresee many, many pairs of sexy stockings in your future. But...I'll expect you to perform amazingly well each time I wear them for you." She turned into the doorway of the bedroom, adding with a wink as she disappeared through it, "Hurry now, my little stocking slut. Don't dawdle. Bring the beer...and let's play some more."

My feet never touched the floor as I got the beer and soared on wings of lust to my waiting stocking princess. When I got to the bedroom, she was exactly as advertised, legs spread wide and inviting. But on either side of her were unexpected pleasures, more sexy hosiery laid out for my perusal. Both were old-fashioned in style, but as erotic as I'd come to expect from my newly enlightened nylon-loving temptress. On her left, smoky gray thigh highs with daring seams from toes to top and a small black rose at each support band. To her right, natural flesh tone thigh highs that were so sheer that almost all you could see of them were the reinforced toes and heels and the support bands. Everything else seemed almost nonexistent, as if it had floated away on gossamer wings.

As my approving eyes took in their sheer loveliness, Kelly sighed and said matter-of-factly, "I have every intention of seeing just how well that pasta REALLY works, hon. My plan is this - after we 69 again, I want you to do me doggie-style in these," indicating the dark, seamed hose with the black roses, "and then again with me on my back and my legs over my head in these," pointing to the natural tone hose.

I nearly dropped the beer. I had difficulty keeping my tongue in my mouth. Eyes rolled up, brain churning, I did some quick calculations. Looking down at my pounding, pulsating erection, I figured I could survive the ordeal. At least, I hoped I could.


First, I poured just a few drops of Kelly's beer on my bobbing woody, grinning widely at her. She giggled. Then I jumped up on the bed, already pouring brew from my bottle between Kelly's widely spread legs. Not to be outdone, she took her bottle from me and began dousing my rod. 

Her smacking lips then enjoyed the beer-bathed bobber. By the time my thirsty lips began sucking malt from tightly stretched fishnet and Kelly's sticky sweet flower, I'd already started contemplating something I never thought I'd contemplate in a million years.

Maybe, just as soon as we were done here, I'd go out and get Kelly a shiny new credit card!  One with a really high credit limit. And the thought didn't scare me a bit!

END

"Nylon Temptation 2" copyright Bacomicfan/Mike, 2003



Nylon Temptation



I held her foot by the heel as if it were fragile and might break at any moment. I pulled those wiggling toes to my lips and kissed gently along the seam, from her tiniest toe to the largest. I kissed back and forth across those toes several times, my lips delighting in the feel of the seam. I then followed this with my tongue licking along the seam, which elicited delightfully amused giggles from Kelly. So, of course, I licked a bit longer, knowing she was getting a kick out of it. And even though the nylon was ultra sheer, my tongue still tingled from the minuscule nooks and crannies of the fabric's weave as it glided along. But it was a most delicious tingle indeed.

"Oh, you must really like my stockings to kiss and lick my toes like that. Keep it up, hon...it's just dreamy."

After playing her toe game for a while, I then worked my lips and tongue along the sole seam, and my mustache must have tickled her somewhat because she giggled and wiggled her foot the entire time my mouth worked that sole. I didn't mind at all kissing and licking Kelly's foot, because to me every inch of her is a beautiful work of art, deserving of whatever attention pleases her. So, kissing that tempting seam was not a problem...not at all...no matter where that seam might have dared to venture.

I lifted her leg up above my head and began my upward oral trek. I kissed and licked the delicate heel seam, even attending to the space between it and the seam that ran up Kelly's calf. I enjoyed the silken feel of it, and knowing that Kelly's adorable leg was beneath it made it that much more pleasurable, so I took my time kissing and licking up her calf. My lips and tongue slowly traced every inch of seam on that tasty thighward climb. My hands caressed her leg as my mouth moved ever upward. Kelly seemed to be enjoying it immensely, which was all the incentive I could possibly need.

When I finally reached the support band, I was in for a surprise.

"Now," Kelly said, "I want you to lick all around the elastic band. Slip your tongue between the band and my thigh, and lick all around my leg with your tongue between the two."

I chuckled, but I complied instantly. I squeezed my tongue between nylon and flesh. The angle was awkward, and I wasn't able to keep my tongue between the two at all times. After all, I did have to swallow from time to time. So, as best I could, I licked all around her thigh, my tongue held tight between her soft skin and the slightly rough silk of the band. Kelly laughed long and often at my efforts, but I didn't care. This was immense fun.

She made sure I had completed licking all the way around her thigh before she let me stop. Then, giggling, she pulled her thigh away from me. In it's place she put her other thigh. The leg I'd just licked she then draped over the other arm of the chair. I found the second support band in my face.

"Now, lover, comes the return trip. Lick all around this thigh, now....and then when that's done follow the seam down the back, all the way to my cute, wiggling toes. Up one leg, down the other," she laughed, again pleased with herself.

There wasn't even a second's thought on my part. I inserted my tongue once again between thigh and hose, orally circling yet another lovely leg. After that, I began the downward trip from thigh to calf, along that sexy seam, and finally along heel and sole to playful toes. Again my mustache tickled her foot, and again my hands caressed wherever lips and tongue were not occupied. When I was done, my lips were a little sore and my tongue ached, but they were pleasant pains indeed. My fingertips tingled from their constant fondling of nylon.

"Your lips are a little red, there, man o' mine," Kelly smiled, "but they did a wonderful job on my legs. That was just lovely. Now I think it's time for you to really enjoy these nylons of mine...these sexy sheer thigh highs. How would you like to feel my nyloned legs all over you? All over every inch of your body. Mmm...that would be nice, wouldn't it? I'll rub my legs all over you so you can feel the nylon the way I do. Do you want me to do that?" she asked, again knowing the answer before even asking.

I nodded and smiled, saying, "Kel, you can rub your legs on me anytime you want, nylons or no nylons."

She smiled and said, "Well, then, sit right here between my legs. I'm sure that's something you'll like...being between my legs."

"You bet," I said, sliding forward to sit directly in front of the chair.

Kelly lifted both legs and began rubbing the sides of my head between her nyloned calves. She moved her thighs and calves along my shoulders, her feet along my neck and chest. I closed my eyes and tried to feel every weave of the nylon. The silkiness of those stockings mixed with the warmth of Kelly's legs and feet felt delicious. I sighed as I felt legs and feet caressing me all over. Then, suddenly, it all stopped.

I opened my eyes and looked up at my lady love, wondering what was up now.

"Hmm....this could get to be lots of fun," she said, "but, first, those will have to come off."

She pointed down to my erection-tightened briefs, the only clothing I wore. Kelly continued rubbing her ultra sheer, smoke hued legs all over my head, neck and chest...then worked her way downward. Smiling a playful smile, she rubbed her stockinged feet along the sides of my face, pausing briefly to tickle my ears with her toes and to dishevel my hair with those same mischievous toes. The static was making me look like an unwrinkled version of Einstein, my hair frizzing out in all directions, which was a total hoot to Kelly.

Bringing her foot down from my hair she pushed on one side of my face to turn my head. When I turned my head, she slid her calf under my nose and let me inhale the nylon, rubbing her calf back and forth under my inhaling nostrils. All the while my hands were caressing her thighs, both bare and covered in nylon.

Slowly she rubbed her silken legs down my neck, arms and chest, the smooth sensation of the nylon making me close my eyes again dreamily. I felt that warm, soft caress slowly move down my body to the hard and happy bulge in my briefs. Kelly rubbed either side of the bulge with her toes, stroking up and down its length with one set of toes on each side. It was excruciating pleasure.

But Kelly was never one to accept a less than perfect situation, so her feet left their disappointed target - for the moment - and worked their way up to the waistband of my briefs, where her toes - obviously more talented than I'd given them credit for - worked themselves behind it and pulled forward on it. When she had pulled the waistband away from my body an inch or two, my engorged, throbbing head popped into view. Kelly was more pleased with herself than ever. She pulled my briefs forward, slipping her feet further into them so that the waistband was now trapped under her high arched soles. Thus trapped, it gave easily when she pushed downward with her feet and pinned it to my thighs, allowing my pulsing hardness to spring free in all its glory. It throbbed and pointed directly at her, and she grinned with glee. But still this was not enough.

"Get up on your knees, slowly. I'm going to take those nasty old shorts off you myself. I like my men naked and ready to be played with."

Smiling, a totally willing captive in her nylon seduction, I raised myself to my knees slowly, so that Kelly's feet could keep my briefs prisoner as I rose. When I'd gotten to my knees, Kelly used her feet to work the front of my shorts down my thighs a few inches. But, the back of my briefs still clung to my buttocks and was keeping her from lowering them any further. Kelly would not be denied. She slipped her feet between my legs and pushed them back, her nylon covered toes and insteps sliding boldly under my testicles, wiggling playfully as they went. The sensation of the nylon gliding along the underside of my sack was mind blowing.

Her feet now completely inside my briefs, she pushed at the material that formed the seat portion of my briefs, grabbing it with her toes, which she worked a few inches up my backside as they captured the material. Pushing outward with her feet, and curling up the material of the briefs in her toes, she managed to eventually grab the waistband with them. Once captured, her toes could now pull down and slowly lower the back portion of my briefs. Once that hard part was done, it was a simple matter for her to use her heels to pull down the front of my shorts. Now she easily lowered my shorts and completely exposed my eager organ. Kelly let loose a whoop of success, raising her arms up straight and yelling, "Score!" I could only chuckle.

"Now, hon, stand up and I'll do away with these things once and for all," she said, a wicked glint in her twinkling eyes.

I stood up slowly, and Kelly used her feet and calves to lower my briefs the rest of the way down my legs. Once they were all the way down to the floor, Kelly had me step out of them, and she hooked the waistband with her toes and tossed them across the room, aiming for the pile that consisted of her blouse, bra, and one of her shoes. She scored a direct hit, my briefs happily snuggling up against her bra. Again she raised her arms and shouted her success.

As I stood before her, totally naked and throbbing, Kelly lifted her feet up and began stroking my member mercilessly, rubbing her nyloned feet and calves all along the shaft, squeezing the head between her soles, teasing my testicles with the very toe seam I'd kissed and licked earlier. She ran the sole of one foot along the underside of my shaft while the toes of her other foot wiggled playfully in my sack. I felt like I was going to explode.

"Oh, no....not so fast, loverboy....not so fast," Kelly almost sneered the words.

To make sure I didn't come too soon, she quickly stopped the torment on my cock. She removed her feet from it and sat up in the chair. She leaned forward and pulled me by the hips toward her, until I stood directly in front of her. Chuckling with pure, hedonistic joy, she then sat back in the chair at a sideways angle and put her legs up on my chest. I stood there with the heels of her feet resting just above my nipples, waiting for her next game. I didn't have to wait long.

"Hmmmm.....my sexy stockinged legs need a nice rub. Be a good boy and rub my calves and thighs for me, sweetie?"

I had no problem with that, so I stood there in front of her and rubbed her legs. With her legs raised like that, her skirt had ridden all the way up to her hips and no longer covered her sexy black panties. It was a delicious sight. I was so impressed, I even kissed her ankles as I rubbed her calves and thighs...and eyed her most prized possession.

Suddenly, as I rubbed, I realized the reason why Kelly had sat on the chair at an angle. I felt her right hand as it reached out and grabbed my primed manhood. She tickled the head, playfully squeezed it. Then she ever so lightly stroked the underside of the shaft and tickled my testicles with fingers that were every bit as playful as her toes. Again I moaned with the pleasure of it...and I found myself kissing her ankles and toes with passion, and rubbing her legs with heightened enthusiasm. But still my Kelly was not through. She could switch gears with a speed and suddenness that could give you whiplash.

She let loose of my cannon and pulled her legs from my adoring hands and lips, quickly lowering them to the floor. She stood up and threw one arm around my neck, kissing me passionately. Her other hand resumed it's stroking of my penis, so adamant in it's stroking that I thought she intended to give me a hand job. And had she continued another thirty seconds or so, she would have.

She stopped mashing her mouth into mine and pulled back to look me directly in the eyes. I could see the look of lust in those gorgeous eyes and knew she could see mine. When she spoke, there was another twinkle in her eyes, "This is extremely fun. I think we could both come out of this very happy if we work this right. You game, hon?" There was no way in Heaven or Hell I was gonna say no.

"Well," I gasped, trying to get my lungs to work properly, "it's been just fine so far. What did you have in mind? Or....should I ask?"

She smiled and kissed my lips very lightly, moving her lips around to my ear to whisper into it, "Down boy." Those two words started every nerve ending in my body firing at once...and I could barely breathe. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed down. I gave absolutely no resistance, and the next thing I knew I was again on my knees, my hands caressing her calves and thighs. Kelly remained standing, looking down at me like a child with a new toy.

"Now," she said, "take off my skirt for me."

Now we're talking! I thought. With trembling fingers I grabbed Kelly's skirt and slowly lowered it to the floor. I watched her shapely legs step out of it, my heart a triphammer in my chest. I tossed the skirt aside, not bothering to aim for the pile of clothing as Kelly had. I didn't care where it went. There in front of her, on my knees, I could only stare at my beautiful lady wearing only sheer thigh high stockings and silky black panties. My hands reached up and stroked the back of her thighs while my eyes tried to peer through her panties.

"Mmm....good boy. Now, sweetie, pull down my pretty panties.....with your teeth."

I looked up into those sexy eyes and that wicked smile and I would've eaten the bark off a tree for her at that point. Kelly tousled my hair playfully, briefly, and then pulled my head forward toward her panties. When my mouth came close to her panties, my hands shot up from her thighs and grabbed her ass, each hand capturing a handful of cheek. I kissed her panties as if I were kissing her sweet, downy treasure itself. My hands slipped under her panties to grab all flesh, and fondle it as my mouth sucked at silk.

I needed so badly at that moment to uncover her succulent sex, that I grasped the waistband in my teeth and pulled downward. The first sight of her soft curls inflamed my passion even more, and I found myself turning Kelly with my hands so I could take each inch of that waistband in my teeth and lower her panties. It took some time, inch by inch, and getting them over the globes of her ass was an incredible task, but I eventually got those stubborn panties about a foot down her thighs, uncovering completely her moist, pink flower. I stared in awe at it's beauty. I didn't have the patience to continue removing her panties with only my teeth, so I grabbed the front of them with my teeth but grabbed the sides of the waistband with my two hands and pulled downward. Kelly laughed at my eagerness, squealing gleefully like a schoolgirl. My fumbling removal of her panties knocked her off balance and she fell back into the chair, making it easier for me to pull the panties the rest of the way off her calves and over her feet with just my teeth. I didn't care if I hadn't earned a shout of "Score!". The panties were history...that's all that mattered.

Now, Kelly wore nothing but the stockings. But my main focus was her alluring sex. My nostrils were filled with the scent of it, and my mouth wanted to be filled with the taste of it. And with Kelly sitting in the chair laughing, I figured a thorough devouring of her flower was next on my agenda. I was wrong.

Seeing instantly where my mind was going, Kelly put out one hand and pushed it against my forehead, stopping the advance of my hungry mouth. She stood up with speed that would make Superman envious, the suddenness of it nearly knocking me back onto the floor. Still giggling like a young girl, my lovely Kelly twirled like a prima ballerina, stopping with her lovely back to me. Instead of her sweet nest in my face, I was now eye level with the beautifully rounded globes of her shapely ass. It wasn't the tasty nectar my tongue had been hoping for, but it took my breath away nonetheless.

"Now, keep your mind off my pussy and get back to rubbing my legs," she sighed, wiggling her bottom as a tease, "Besides, you've always said you love my ass...so, now you can stare at it while you rub my stockinged legs. Isn't that nice of me?" Kelly, always the tease, looked down at me as I looked wryly back up at her. She knew damn well I wasn't going to be able to just rub her legs with that comely bottom in my face. We both grinned.

I started rubbing her legs, my fingers once again tingling from the nylon. Kelly bent over so she could brace herself by putting her hands on the arms of the chair, that act pushing her luscious derriere even closer to my admiring eyes. I couldn't take the strain. I leaned forward the remaining few inches and started kissing that ravishing behind. Kelly giggled and wiggled.

I was able to get my hands to caress her smooth, silky legs, but my lips couldn't resist the soft flesh of her ass. It was as if half my brain controlled my fondling hands while the other half directed my lips and tongue on Kelly's warm fanny flesh. It wasn't long before my kissing lips gave way to nipping teeth and a searching tongue. I opened my mouth wide and took huge mouthfuls of Kelly's ass and sucked. I got so carried away that I even left a hickey or two on those delicious buttocks. I growled playfully as I grabbed chunks of her ass between my teeth and lightly chewed...or just grazed my teeth along the skin. I got so into that wiggling butt that I found myself sighing and even moaning as I devoured every inch of it. Kelly continued to wiggle and giggle, enjoying every second of it. And when I kissed, licked and sucked my way downward, I came ever so close to that moist, pink, steaming cavern of lust....it's petals fragrant and enticing. I was perfectly willing to eat Kelly's sweet pussy from behind if it came to that.

My oral fantasies fixated on Kelly's dewey flower suddenly received and injection of rocket fuel. As I was kissing the bottom curve of Kelly's right cheek, I suddenly felt a light stroking on the underside of my throbbing manhood. I looked down quickly - not wanting my lips to spend too much time away from Kelly's jiggling behind - to see one stockinged sole rubbing up and down my shaft. I watched, slack jawed and wide eyed as that sole seam stroked slowly up and down, the reinforced toes grasping my penis and squeezing playfully along the trip. I thought I'd pass out. My mouth all over Kelly's unbelievable ass, my nostrils filled with the scent of her flower, my hands caressing the sexiest legs and stockings I'd ever known, and now Kelly's foot stroking my cock in a most delectable rhythm....could I take the strain of it all?!

And then, Kelly did indeed "break me". Amidst all this erotic stimulation, she finally gave me what I sought. She removed her silken toes from my penis. Though this was somewhat of a disappointment, she more than made up for it with her next move. She bent over still further, putting her forearms on the chair arms in place of her hands. This pushed her bottom out further toward my hungry mouth, and I had to lean back to avoid its push. I ended up looking up at those succulent globes...found myself under her ass. And when she spread her legs wide, I found myself looking up at even more...her dripping, glistening sex...directly above my admiring eyes, mere inches from my itching tongue. My hands stopped their fondling of her legs and I stared in awe at the object of my desire. I sighed a long, deep, dizzying sigh....the escaping air from which tickled her sex and made Kelly giggle and squirm above my eyes.

"This what you want, honey?" Kelly asked, looking down at me with twinkling eyes. I could only nod. "Well, what are you waiting for? It's all yours. Have a taste," she teased, wiggling her bottom above me. I was leaning back at an awkward angle under her steaming sex, but I didn't even notice. All I knew was that Kelly's tasty flower was there above me for the taking. I licked my lips briefly, then plunged my face upward between those sexy thighs, burying it in that musky, carpeted mound of sticky delights. And my mouth and fingers immediately engaged autopilot.




Nylon Temptation



After briefly licking her dew-covered lips, I thrust the very tip of my tongue discreetly between them, gliding it back and forth along that slitted path. Kelly gasped an almost inaudibly soft moan...like a low, long sigh. I probed my tongue deeper, seeking the buried treasure of tasty delights. When my fingers crept into her silken folds, spreading her open and revealing her secrets, another sigh escaped her open mouth. I pushed my face more firmly against her soft, pink flesh and extended my tongue deeper into her. She gasped and shuddered, which she continued to do each time my tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot. But she wasn't so swept away that she forgot her own agenda.

With my face buried firmly in her dripping sex, and my tongue exploring the sweet walls of her love canal, I suddenly felt my head being squeezed between Kelly's thighs, the nylon support band of her right stocking pressing tightly against my shoulder. It made it a bit more difficult to keep my face, tongue and fingers as active as they'd been, but when I realized her purpose, I didn't mind at all.

Kelly had positioned herself as best she could to keep my head between her legs while at the same time allowing her to bend her right leg enough to get her stockinged foot back on my pounding hardon. With my hands and mouth squeezed happily between her thighs, her stroking seamed sole was once again making one head throb while making the other spin. I smiled broadly and sighed into her pussy.

As I pressed onward with lips and tongue, sucking and licking hungrily at her nest, exploring it deeply and thoroughly, my throbbing erection delighted in the sensation of sheer hosiery and warm sole stroking and pressing its underside. When my tongue gave Kelly a particularly delightful jolt, she returned the favor by running her nylon covered toes along the tip of my engorged head, or by slipping those toes down to my scrotum and teasing my testicles with them.

Without stopping her penis-play, Kelly stood on tiptoes with her unoccupied foot, bending over still further to expose as much of her lustful pussy to my fingers and tongue as possible. I showed my appreciation for this by slipping my tongue as far into her as I could, searching her inner walls with my hot breath filling any spaces not already filled with fingers and tongue. Whenever she dripped, even a little, I hungrily lapped or sucked up every drop of her sweet juices. Then, back inside her my tongue went...to explore and titillate once again.

Kelly's toes began to work their way about my testicles in earnest. So I tilted my head back as far as it would go and pushed my head forward between her legs, my mouth now in search of her sensitive clit. When my lower lip just brushed the eager nub, Kelly jerked and gasped, and her legs vibrated from her thighs down to her toes...the same toes that spasmed on my tightening sack, thankfully without pain.

Finding the nub with my tongue, I tried to lick all around it, barely touching her with the tip of my tongue. How well I was doing was gauged by the tenacity of her toes and sole on my throbbing shaft and priming testicles. The speed of her stroking increased in direct proportion to the flicking of my tongue around her screaming button.

I could feel my sack tighten and lift as it prepared to set free its creamy cargo. Still Kelly's foot stroked. I now attacked her clit directly with my tongue, flicking the tip at it snakelike, barely touching it with each flick. Kelly's thighs quaked every now and then, and her sighs were becoming more frequent...as were my own. 

Then, suddenly, Kelly's squirming led to two things simultaneously. First, her foot pressed down on my shaft, pinning it against my abdomen, and her toes flexed and squeezed the wrinkled flesh of my scrotum, working as if to squeeze the semen from them. And second, her squirming suddenly brought her burning clit into full view, and I lunged for it, capturing it between famished lips and sucking on it, licking it as I sucked.

With a squeal, gasp and shudder, Kelly's orgasm washed over me, creaming my face. She reached one hand back and grabbed a handfull of my hair, holding my head in place and pushing her gushing slit harder into my mouth. I never stopped my assault on her clit, either licking or sucking it throughout. She pushed her hips back and forth, grinding her exploding pussy into my face, almost whimpering with delightful release.

The warmth of Kelly's climax bathing my mouth in sticky sweetness and dribbling down my chin triggered my own orgasm, and I screamed into Kelly's matted fur as I felt every neuron in my body firing at once. I shuddered and heaved as my penis expelled it's load in potent bursts all over my belly and the seamed sole of my lady's sexy stocking. On my knees on the floor, my hips nonetheless thrust upward as I spurt relentlessly on Kelly's stockinged foot, several spurts sneaking around her foot to land stickily on her calf as my penis occasionally escaped the stroking sole.

My hips bucking pushed my drowning face even more completely into Kelly's bush, and my mouth again latched onto her clit. This started Kelly's cycle all over again, and she creamed my face once more, bucking and heaving above me like some sweet, wet rotary engine of lust. Like the proverbial snowball, this led to my own sensations becoming heightened again, and my own thrusting and spurting strengthened as well. We became like a dynamo that fed off it's own energy...our orgasms leading to more orgasms. Kelly's screams of pleasure could be heard as she howled them at the ceiling. Mine could not be heard, muffled as they were by the luscious treat that filled my mouth.

Finally, after long, delicious minutes, the machine slowed. Kelly's hardworking foot stopped its stroking and grinding on my organs, and my penis reciprocated by ceasing its delivery of semen onto her hose, except for the tiny dribbles Kelly's sole soaked up on its last few strokes. My lips and tongue released Kelly's tortured nub, and her gyrating on my face slowed to a stop. She slumped forward, turning around as she plopped herself into the chair with a groan and satisfied sigh. My face freed from the confines of bush and thighs, I fell backward, crumpling to the floor like a rag doll. I lay there, chest heaving, face smeared with love juices, and stared blankly up at the ceiling. Kelly, likewise exhausted, lay sprawled in the chair, legs still wide and pussy glistening. She too stared unseeing at the ceiling.

Although barely able to move, at length we both gained the power to move our heads enough to look at each other. She looked down at my prostrate form and I looked up at her sitting, but slumped one. We each smiled a smile so broad and satisfied that I wondered whose cheeks would crack first.

"My, that was something new, wasn't it? And I confess I rather enjoyed it," Kelly said, the smile still plastered on her lovely face.

"I can't argue with that," I agreed, "that was really something."

"I never realized you were such a stocking slut. But that is information I will definitely store away for future use," she promised, her eyes twinkling with a wicked glee.

Shooting for brownie points, I replied, "Kel, every day with you is a new and wonderful experience. You always know how to please me...stockings or no stockings."

"Yes, I guess I do," she admitted, "I always do know how to get you hot. Now, I've got one more way to do it. Trust me, now that I know how much sheer, sexy stockings turn you on, you can bet I'll be buying lots more of them. No more tame little teacher stockings for me." She reached out and started stroking my thighs with the soles of her feet, the wet one feeling slightly cold on my thigh as she did.

Feeling that a point needed to be made, I said, "Kel, sure those stockings are sexy...but without those hot legs of yours, they are just stockings, after all. It's your legs that make them sexy. Don't ever forget that. And they wouldn't be nearly as sexy on some other woman's legs."

"Ahh," she quipped, "you're a very good boy to say that. You've just earned some points."

I sat up and rubbed her calves as she kept her feet on my thighs. "I mean it, Kel...you're as sexy as they come....stockings or not. Your legs have always made me hard. You know that."

"Yeah, I do," she smiled. We looked at each other warmly, and I continued to rub her calves for a few minutes. Then I felt it was time to prove my point.

"Kel, lift up your legs...one at a time," I said.

"Why," she asked, looking at me suspiciously, "what are you up to now?"

"C'mon...just do it," I returned. My sly smile won her over.

She lifted up one leg. I reached up and grabbed the support band of her stocking and pulled down, slowly peeling the hose off her gorgeous leg. She giggled when I pulled it straight out from her toes and finally managed to peel it completely off her leg and foot. She was quicker to hold out the other leg, the one stained with my love juices. Again I peeled sheer nylon from soft, sensuous skin.

I stood up in front of her and held out my hand to her. She hesitated only a second, because her eyes had briefly locked themselves on my wet but drooping penis. She chuckled discreetly and then held her hand out to me. I helped pull her out of the chair, then pulled her forcefully to me, wrapping one arm around her waist. With my other hand I pulled her face to mine and kissed her passionately. I made sure my message was clear, as I played tongue-tag with her and then looked deeply into her eyes.

"It so happens," I said, "that neither of us has to go anywhere now. What say we continue this little reverie in the bedroom. Sleeping in doesn't necessarily have to be restful, you know. I propose we leave those sexy stockings right here in the living room, and we take those sexy naked legs of yours into the bedroom where you can wrap them around me for the rest of the morning. How 'bout it?"

"Mmmm...that sounds just wonderful, man o' mine. Last one to the bed is a rotten egg!"

And we raced to the bedroom...

"Nylon Temptation" copyright Bacomicfan/Mike, February, 2002