Doin' The Nylon Nasty

Fiction by Vanessa Cebra
Sean started gently rubbing the foot of my pantyhose against his cock. I loved the way he did that and wondered how sexy it must feel doing the nylon nasty with his hard-on.

I caught Sean with my pantyhose. He had the warm-scented center panel over his lips, mouthing the nylon so hungrily. He had the crusty, toe-jammed ped portion at his prick, clothing it in sheer fantasy. With his steel grey eyes closed, he was tuned to a fuck fantasy on channel one, the world of kinky and pleasurable foot sex.
I stood there at the threshold to the room and watched and waited. I literally couldn't move and didn't want to. My rubbery legs felt as if they'd fold beneath me. My heart was racing. My pussy tingled in a nasty way.
I focused intently on the handsome 20something stud. He was really getting off on my shiny, sheer pantyhose. I was turned on by the sight of the tattooed, muscled mechanic. He had invaded the guest room of his house, where I was staying, and claimed it with his ruddy cock. He was a real conqueror, sitting on his throne, sniffing my nearly day-old pantyhose. I'd worn them all day Saturday as Sean's sister, Anne, and I did some mall grazing at the Stapleton Plaza. The pantyhose had to be so hot and pungent for him, so strong scented.
I watched with fascination as Sean slowly began licking the crotch panel of my sheer to waists. What was he thinking and fantasizing about? Was he wondering about me and my young coed cunny? Could he taste the sweet girl juices through the crotch? Could he possibly taste the tangy flavor of pee-pee that had leaked from my insides? I hoped he could taste my golden nectar. That would add such a naughty and nasty dimension to this erotic scene unfolding before my eyes.
I felt so aroused standing there and gawking. I had never done this before: peeking in on a naked guy in his moment of private passion. Then again, I had a right to be there. It was the guest room, and I was the guest. And they were my soiled and smelly pantyhose.
It was such a big-time thrill. I felt hot and sweaty all over. My pussy wept with warm wetness. Slick and sloshy girl juice soaked my thong and strained through the black fishnet pantyhose hugging my hips. Without caring, I plunged a finger into my moist center and pleasured myself...

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