Ensnared by Nylons (closed for 36b7)

[36b7]

For a moment it felt weird, lying back on the bed fully clothed while Victor was naked but that’s not the right word. Different describes it better.

I’d undressed Victor, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time and then holding eye contact with him as I unbuckled his belt, unzipped him and pulled his chinos down. His boxers were tented by his erection and I paused before hooking my fingers into the waistband and slipping them down. His shoes and socks followed and there couldn’t have been a greater contrast between us.

Me fully clothed including my heels and Jack naked.

Although I couldn’t see what he was doing I could tell he was sniffing my shoes as if they were a vintage wine to be savoured and remembered for their aroma.

A while back I’d had an affair with a married man who as part of his foreplay would suck my toes, a little kinky I suppose but very arousing and this with Victor was similar but so different to anything I’d experienced before but at the same time arousing because I felt flattered by the way he was worshipping my feet.

The man who sucked my toes would eventually kiss his way up my calves and thighs until his mouth was on my pussy and his tongue playing with my clit and I wondered if Victor would do the same.

 

[Nylonian]

I wasn't completely oblivious to the contrast in the state of dress between Deidre and myself. Being into the CFNM kink myself has turned my already raging arousal to 11. From her elegant cocktail dress to her seductive eye contact, every part of her oozes magnetism.

The way she undressed me had my cock as stiff as a steel rod even before her eventual touch. I grabbed a plush pillow from the bed so I could kneel in front of her and I began to imagine what it would be like in Dee's position; looking down at her newfound nylon fiend.

"You've got excellent taste in heels, beautiful."

Ritualistic licking of her heels began and I immediately smelled the sweet-vinegary scent of her feet. The smooth texture of her heels danced on the apex of my tongue as I flicker over the space where the strap met her nyloned feet and tasted them for the first time. A switch flipped in my mind and I was instantly hooked. With slightly shaky hands I delicately undid the straps to her heels.

"It's like Christmas, Dee. Unwrapping two aromatic, gorgeous gifts. Let's make the most of it."

I looked forward to exploring her toned calves and gorgeous thighs. Most of all, I looked forward to worshipping her clit. The prospect aroused me greatly. Perhaps she might even indulge me in a footjob. The thought of that had the head of my cock glistening.

 

[36b7]

There’s something going on in Victor’s mind that I’m not party to. It’s as if I’m an inanimate object that Victor is using to satisfy his own needs.
There’s any number of kinks and fetishes out there and I’ve come across a few but Victor’s obsession or addiction to my feet is a first for me.
But I’m well aware that I’ve encouraged him, perhaps even led him on, which is why I now find myself the object of his adoration or at least, my feet are.

I don’t feel uncomfortable with it, it doesn’t feel dangerous and I’m happy to let Victor use my feet to sate his appetite.
I’m certain for example that an encounter one-on-one with his soon to be married friend Mike could soon turn into something ugly and even violent if he was denied what he felt were his rights, including using the body of an unwilling female, especially one that was a mere waitress in a casino.
But I don’t have any of those worries with Victor. He knows where he’s at and I’m happy to go along with him and who knows, once he’s had his fill he might turn out to be a considerate and enjoyable lover so I want to offer him something.

As Victor undid the straps of my heels I offered him something he might feel was a treat.
“So Victor, now you have my stockinged feet to feast on, why not take all the wrapping off your Christmas present. Why don’t you tear my stockings open so that you have complete access to my feet? Your mouth and tongue on my skin, on my feet?”

I’m hoping that this offer of intimate contact will stay with him if he finally makes the journey from feet to vulva.

 

[Nylonian]

I winced a bit at the sacrilege of tearing open a pair of stockings that nice. They couldn't have been cheap considering how smooth they felt.

"Ah but Dee, the stockings ARE a part of the present for a nylon fetishist. I've been wanting to feel the sensation of your warm skin mediated by a thin layer of silky, gossamer fabric all evening. The way they glide across my lips and my cheeks as I kiss them is utterly heavenly. But fear not, my goddess, I will ensure that you have the best time as I explore EVERY part of you. I want you to be satisfied. I want to make you cum."

I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. It's as if a lust filter has been applied now that my fetish demons are loose. I gave Deidre a firm massage of her calves and feet to begin a sensual prelude.

"You've been on your feet all night, Dee. I hope this alleviates some of your aches. Have you ever had a foot rub whilst wearing stockings? I see them as a medium for pleasure for both the masseuse and the massaged."

Dee moaned a little in satisfaction. I took that as a positive sign and continued to massage her calves; enjoying the elevated sensations.

Whilst my hands were busy, my mouth began kissing and licking her inner thighs. My tongue was as delighted by the contrast of her exposed skin and the hypnotic texture of the sheer nylon as the leather of her heels previous.

Following my eager massage, I guided her stockinged feet to my still firm member and guided her to what I imagined would be her first footjob. My throbbing cock oozing precum in anticipation of her warm, silky feet gliding up and down.

 

[36b7]

I felt embarrassed at misreading Victor. He must think I’m some dumb bitch of a waitress for not understanding how important my nylon stockings were to him and to suggest that he tear them would be and act of sacrilege. The fact that I had a drawer full of them must never be mentioned.
The stockings, this pair, this moment was what mattered and I had to respect his desire.

He started to massage my calves and feet so relaxing after being on my feet all evening and Victor recognised this when he said.
"You've been on your feet all night, Dee. I hope this alleviates some of your aches.”

And then he kissed my inner thighs and I was ready, wanting his mouth on me but he had other priorities and he put one of my feet on either side of his cock and in an instant I knew what he wanted.
I had to watch and lifted my head, waiting, wanting to see his release.

 

[Nylonian]

Vibrational and all-consuming tactility. That's one way to describe the warmth of Dee's feet on my throbbing cock (veins and all). I could think of a thousand but for now I don't want to think at all. I tilted my head back in ecstasy, enjoying the thrill and intensity of the moment; trying not to blow it there and then.

Up and down, the sensuous fabric now slick from precum glided along my shaft. Trapped between her delicate, arched feet, I decided to initiate the next stage. I moved Dee's left foot and had her draw circles on my balls whilst her right pressed firmly but gently and stroked my shaft against my stomach.

"Oh, yes. Just like that. It feels incredible. Even better than I thought."

I decided to return the favour and slid closer to the bed so I could return to teasing my silken goddess's clit and finish what I started at HC. Licking my index and middle finger, I started to pulse on her button and drew circles around her vaginal opening in a deft dance.

 

[36b7]

Sensuality comes in many forms but pressing Victor’s cock against his belly and rubbing it with my nylon-clad foot was a new and exciting sensation. While fucking my feet was different it wasn’t a lot different to a man sliding his cock between my breasts as I pressed them together, but this was entirely new and I wondered if he’d cum, shooting his load, some on himself but mostly on my foot and my mind raced as I imagined the heat of his cum on my foot and leg.

Victor had moved my left foot to his balls but I went further to his perineum with my big toe, massaging his prostate and I hadn’t yet found a man who didn’t like this but I nearly lost my rhythm as Victor found my clit with his fingers.

I found his eyes, concentrating on his face as we both serviced each other.

This was so different to anything I’d done before but so arousing and I wanted more, I wanted his cock in me but I could sense that Victor was close to cuming and so was I and it would be wonderful if we both orgasmed together.

 

[Nylonian]

Being eye to eye with Dee had a certain intimacy to it that felt different to other nylon footjobs I've received. She was a quick study and picked up the intricate details about teasing various parts of my balls quite quickly. She demonstrated her eagerness by adjusting the rhythm and the pressure level of her strokes and I was surprised and impressed how quickly she found my "just right".

Sensing that I was close, I didn't want to cum, not before Dee gets to cum. So I reluctantly shifted off my pillow on the floor and rose to join Deidre on the bed.

I didn't break eye contact. Leaning over, I began gently teasing the delicate nape of her neck with my free hand whilst nibbling the sides. I slowly unzipped and freed her out of her cocktail dress with my free hand and helped her out of it gently. This unwrapped my second present, her perky, round bosom in a delicate matching bra.

"Now I can pay proper attention to your clit and so much more."

The two fingers that were teasing her slowly made their journey into her femininity, her warm crevasse. I used this opportunity to explore and find her delicate spot and my tongue aided in giving her pleasure with their own touch in the form of little flicks on her clit.

My legs had a mind of their own and intertwined with hers; longing for that nylon sensation once more as we grew more intimate in our passion.

 

[36b7]

If I had been alone in my apartment and feeling a little horny I would have imagined being with a lover whose foreplay gently coaxed me to the edge and then pulled me back over and over and then again to the edge and all the while I’m yearning for that sweetest fall when the void of pleasure opens before me and I tumble into my orgasm, not gracefully or smoothly but raggedly, a flinch here, a gasp there, fingers clutching nothing, teeth jammed together, my bottom lip bitten, breath held so tight my chest hurts and then … and then … all at once I’m falling into my pool of pleasure that has me writhing and laughing with joy.

But I’m not alone in my apartment and Victor is that lover, edging me, his hands and fingers everywhere they should be, everywhere I want them and yet, at the same time he’s using me for his own pleasure, entwining my legs with his, my nylons on his skin, for me the warm pressure of his legs and for him the crisp friction of my nylons and we’re almost on equal terms now, both naked except for my nylon clad legs and god, that makes me feel so very sexy.

And almost uncommanded my hand snakes down between us, searching for his cock and the slippery bead of precum that’s there, waiting to lube my thumb as I stroke it’s bulbous head.

 

[Nylonian]

Seeing Dee's face in a thrall of pleasure encouraged me to go deeper with my two fingers; thumb still firmly on her clit. I found her pleasure spot and began pressing against it with every in-stroke. I eased the pressure on her clit to get a feel of what her Goldilocks Zone was.

"Does this feel okay, Dee? Tell me if you want me to go faster or deeper."

I never imagined my night could have so many of my desires realised. Still in a bit of disbelief as I immersed myself in the constellation of pleasure that Deidre and I were weaving together.

I firmed up immediately when I felt Dee's thumb rub my precum around the head of my cock. Circling the head created a whirlpool of sensations and I continued my own relentless pursuit to pleasure my gorgeous nylon muse. In a cycle of mutual discovery and pleasure-giving, she inspired my passion and eagerness to please.

Her legs rubbed and teased me endlessly as she writhed with some energy when what I did felt intense to her. I in turn longed for her hands and the firm, slick pressure they were potentially about to apply. My cock throbbing for the attention.

 

[36b7]

It’s as if Victor has known me forever, knowing exactly what I want, his thumb on my clit and his fingers stroking my g-spot and if this was a tantric yoni massage I’d just lie back and let my orgasm overtake me and rush through me.

But it’s not tantra, I’m allowed to interact with my masseur and now both of my hands are on his cock, feeling his throbbing hardness, stroking the length of him and at the top of each stroke spreading his ever flowing precum over his bulb and all the while our legs moving sensuously against each other.

I’m so close to cuming but have now forgotten how much a few minutes ago I wanted his hardness in me, for him to fuck me for what we’re doing is infinitely more intricate, more personal, more intimate and I want nothing more than to feel his orgasm and his seed squirting all over my belly at the same time I orgasm at the touch of his fingers.

There'll be a sense of intimate purity if we do it like this. Penetration is an irrevocable action, crossing every line and can never be undone, whereas this we could do again and again and still know we’d resisted the baser urge of fucking.

 

[Nylonian]

Sensing that Dee was close, I accelerated and deftly unclapsed her bra with my free hand so I could worship her breasts with doting lips whilst my main hand gave her continuous pleasure. I hoped that this would be enough to take her over the edge.

We were a puddle of orgasmic pleasure at this point; fully immersed in each other's release and I was impressed by Dee's focus and technique despite being so close to the edge. She created waves each time her thumb rose to meet the head of my cock and having my own precum spread so evenly around and teased along my length was a novel sensation.

At some points, she began rubbing her thigh against my balls whilst her hands created waves and this enhanced assault caused me to moan in ecstacy aloud. I hungrily wanted more of her skin and nylon sensations. It's truly the best of both worlds between her soft hands and sheer stockings...

"Oh Deidre, yes, please more like that."

I began contemplating round two before round one was even over. Fantasising what it'd be like to have my dragon in her warm, moist cave and finally embrace her in a moment of intimate togetherness.

 

[36b7]

I can sense Victor is close to cuming but he’s holding back and I know he wants more. He wants to be inside me, to bury his cock in me and my mind is whirling between wanting that and yet not wanting it.

I know it’s silly, but if we don’t have full penetrative sex we’ll be able to look at each other tomorrow if I’m waiting the table where he’s with his friends, and it’ll be easy, as if we just chatted over a glass of wine and that’s silly because after tonight we’ll almost certainly never see each other again, I might be assigned a different section or other duties so does it matter if we fuck?
And then there’s tonight, right now and he’s got me on the brink of a massive orgasm and the only way to make that a complete experience for me will be to feel his cock pounding into me.

But for the moment I seem to be doing the right things for Victor as he gasps:

"Oh Deidre, yes, please more like that."

So I do, rubbing my thigh against his balls, the nylon of my stockings gliding silkily over his sack, feeling his balls tensing as her nears his climax and I’m ready now, ready for his cock in me, wanting it now and wondering where those few moments of doubt came from.
“Now Victor, I want you in me now, fuck me, now,”

 

[Nylonian]

Dee's lustful command was all I need. All hesitation out the window. You could hear the desire in her voice. No longer the seductive, seemingly innocent cocktail waitress from the casino. We have awakened each other's inner hunger. Her intention was clear and I in return intended to please her and have her finish.

"I would like nothing more, Dee. I've been waiting for those words..."

I reluctantly pulled my fingers out of her moist, tight pussy and gave her one last good sucking on her clit and rolled over. She released my cock and hurried me along by giving my behind a forceful slap. This sudden, sharp sensation widened my eyes as I reached for a embrace; straddling her toned feminine form. She oozed sex. Adorned purely in a pair of thigh highs and her porcelain skin exposed to my admiration, Dee was a vision. She reached up in return and for a moment we held each other in intimate contact.

Eye to eye, we stared at each other with a burning passion and I held a slight mischievous grin as I dove in for a kiss and guided my now steel-hard dragon into her primed inside. Slowly, to prolong the tease, inch by inch and all whilst still stimulating her rosy clit.

 

[36b7]

This is how it should be, not some hip-driven thrust, but slowly, each inch another sensation, each inch a promise of the next inch, the penetration measured by my gasps and smiles, shared with eyes and all the while his fingers on my clit, keeping my orgasm simmering and yet not boiling over until at last our hips meet, each of us pressing against the other, striving for that last fraction of penetration and then the pause, savouring this total engagement before the movement starts, the steady slow rhythm, the sensation of his cock inside me, each movement felt, each movement laden with anticipation of the next, the tension and rhythm build, the speed increasing until I just want it, want his deep thrusting, my eyes closed, the world excluded, only this, this, this, wanting his orgasm to fill my need … soon... now.

 

[Nylonian]

I tilted my head back in pure awe and sensory overload as Dee's stockinged calves wrapped firmly around my back as her orgasmic tenderness similarly gripped my throbbing member as we thrusted in rhythm. The nylon mesh against the smooth skin of my back heightened the internal stimulation and I had to bite my tongue a little to not cum right there and then.

"Oh, yes, Dee. This is perfect. Being in you feels right..."

In and out. In and out in slow steady rhythm that's been increasing in pace since her passionate gaze and perfect words took over my inhibitions.

The tension from her muscle control was surreal as I felt her arousal and desire in every motion. We were truly connected in lust and we fed and cherished every moment of it.

I took a moment to savour the passion and gave her a deep kiss; further intertwining our bodies and my right hand continued to pleasure her body and treat her sensitive nipple to a little massage...

 

[36b7]

His fingers are on my nipple.
“Harder, squeeze, harder.”

I need the extra sensation, the pain that will run through me like fire, from my nipple, through the depths of my belly into my vagina.
“Go on, don’t be nervous, harder, squeeze.”

And all the while he’s thrusting into me, my legs wrapped round him, the nylon of my stockings grazing his flesh with each thrust he makes.
I’m so close to cumming, so very close, just a little more and … it’s now, my whole body spasming with my orgasm, pleasure and pain mixed in one glorious experience and wanting only one thing now, to feel Victor filling me with his cum.

“Now Victor, now.”

 

[Nylonian]

The air in the room glowed with warmth as our bodies fed with sensual pleasure, as we drank in the moment. A moment I never thought would take me this far and have me about to cum as hard as I have ever done.

That's not a hyperbole, that's what Dee was doing to me and doing for me. She's been indulging and encouraging my nylon lust. And for tonight, I'm hers and obsessed with her.

I obeyed and applied more pressure to Deidre's sensitive, swollen nipples as I squeezed and twisted them firmly. I moved my mouth to her left nipple and begun sucking down on it with a voracious hunger. The softness of her breast was an oral delight and the echoes created by the suction applied seemed to ring in harmony with her moans.

"Now Victor, now."

Her words got me across the point of no return. Her permission, her encouragement was all I needed and it was the hottest thing I've ever heard.

I released a seemingly neverending amount of white, warm cum into her as I shivered violently whilst trying to keep rhythm and stimulation on her nipple as I released my mouth from her breast long enough to cry out: "Oh fuck, I'm there..."

"Let's cum together, Dee. Let's get you there."

 

[36b7]

I didn’t need any encouragement.
His hot cum flooding into me coincided with an extra hard squeeze on my nipple and I came like a dam breaking, my whole body crumbling with the flood of sensation rushing through my body and the flood of my own juices.

I lay there for a while breathless under him, savouring the feel of his cock still twitching as if his body was forcing the last drops of semen into me in some sub-primal response to ensure fertilisation.
The bedside clock showed dimly in the room telling me that it was late and that I should leave so I held him close for a few moments before whispering,
“I must go.”

I went to the bathroom, removed my stockings, showered and then back in the room I pulled my dress over my head and slipped into my shoes.
He was lying there, watching me, knowing that I had to go but I had a gift, a momento for him.

I sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening, you are a very special man. I shall remember tonight for a very long time and I have these for you so that you can remember it too.
I gave him my stockings and left.

The elevator pinged and I stood back a little as people got out, amongst them was Mike with a woman on his arm, a cheap $200 pick up in some bar.
Our eyes caught briefly but he didn’t recognise me just as he wouldn’t recognise any of the people who had waited on him while he was in Vegas.
The contrast between him and Victor was stark.

‘Don’t ever be like Mike,’ I thought as I pressed the button for the lobby. But I knew Victor would never be like Mike.

 

[Nylonian]

A momento. Deidre's stockings still carry her scent and warmth. The suddenness of her departure left a little hollowness not filled completely by her nylons. I took a deep inhale into the ghostly, gossamer soles and tried to imagine her imprint one last time. I sighed a deep, cathartic sigh and exhaled into the cool hotel air.

It was unnervingly quiet with the hum of the air conditioner almost repeating back the scenes of what transpired not long ago.

I lay there reflecting on the events that lead up to this and how we kindled that flame... Our shared heat and for but a moment, two strangers were not so lonely in Vegas. A warmth filled my heart as I drifted to sleep having found the the silver lining to Mike's invitation. Vegas will never change but I think I won out tonight...