Pantyhose Fetish: Nylons Make Me Wet! ♕

Who would have thought these pantyhose would take me on such exciting adventures?

I love wearing hosiery. Any woman who wears it knows, even if only subconsciously, that it’s a type of sexual armor. Fishnets. Nylons. Pantyhose. They hold power. And with the right shoes? Forget it. Nothing is sexier than the feel of that fabric against my legs, and my look greisen all of the above. My absolute favorite is dark, lacy thigh-highs. Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror for way longer than I should just because seeing myself in them turns me on. My husband Jeremy agrees. He has a pantyhose fetish, and so does his 22-year-old son by his first wife, Stephen.

Stephen was only in town for a few days, so I made sure to make dinner especially special and especially perfect the first night he was in town. Jeremy was impressed with the menu, but at any moment Stephen could be there, and I’d completely forgotten I wasn’t dressed, so I busted out my favorite little black dress and favorite pair of thigh highs. When it came to the lacey thigh-highs, I put them on slowly. I wanted to feel every inch of them slide against my smooth, freshly shaved legs. The further up my thigh I went, my pussy started to tingle. As it turns out, I have a pantyhose fetish too!

Pantyhose Fetish Makes Me So Wet

I felt the time crunch of Stephen’s imminent arrival, so I sat back on the bed, hiked up my dress, and played with my pussy as I watched myself writhe around in nylons. I had time. Dinner was ready. The candles were lit. The table was set… oh God, I was ready to cum. Then– DING DONG! Fuck! Two knocks on the door. “Vicky? You almost ready?” Jeremy said, “Stephen’s here!” As I rubbed my clit and squirted all over the bed, all I could say was “I’m coming!” And boy was I cumming. I finished, washed my hands, took one last look in the mirror, and headed downstairs.

As I made it halfway down the stairs, Stephen looked right up at me. He was so handsome. My eyes went wide with excitement as we said our hellos and hugged. It was genuinely good to see him, and I was so excited for him to try the roast, but I couldn’t except wandering to my legs. With the exception of dinner, which was delicious and perfect, his eyes were all over my legs. Like father, like son, I thought as we sat talking in the living room, both Jeremy and Stephen checking out my crossed legs as I sat on the couch.

Once Jeremy Went To Bed, Stephen Was All Mine

A few glasses of wine later and the subject came to sex. Stephen confessed he’d always found me attractive. My first instinct was to laugh because the comment made me nervous, but when I saw his reaction, after a moment of awkward silence I asked him if he liked looking at my legs. He nodded. Then I asked him if he had a pantyhose fetish. He nodded again, so I beckoned him over to sit next to me on the couch. I unzipped his pants, then rubbed the whole side of my nylon-covered leg against his huge hard cock. He looked down at my beautiful dark leg as my toes tickled his cockhead, moaned, and within moments he shot a huge load all over my leg! I reached down and spread his warm cum over my nylon, feeling it seep through the fabric until it cooled.

I could tell it was the start of a great weekend.