Wild Nights
story by Anonymous
There
was not much excitement in his job as a auto mechanic. The only relief he got
from the monotony of his daily routine was that once in a while a beautiful woman
comes into the garage to service her car. Recently though, he had been taking
strolls into the dealership showroom to sneak peeks at the new receptionist, Vicki.
She had come in to replace someone who had taken leave on maternity.
Vicki stood about five feet and six inches tall with a slim athletic build. Her
hair was a dark brown colour with light blonde highlights. She had a pretty face
with full pouty lips and big blue eyes. She had one of those faces that you just
couldn't take your eyes off of. It was almost like falling into a trance when
you looked into her eyes. He had had very little contact with her. He tried to
keep his encounters with her very brief because he was afraid of looking at her
too long for fear of what she might think. He had always been quite shy around
beautiful women. A simple "hi" and a smile was all he was usually able
to utter, to which she would respond with her beautiful smile, "Hi Joe. How
are you?"
With all of her great physical features, the most spectacular
were her long, toned legs. She usually wore a dark coloured short skirt and light
natural coloured nylons. Being a person who was naturally drawn toward women's
legs, he never really noticed what she wore on top.
She had only been working
there for about four weeks, but during the time that she was there he seemed to
take more frequent visits to the showroom. He was running out of excuses to go
there. A person could only drink so much coffee, he thought. One morning as he
entered the showroom, he noticed that she was sitting with her chair turned sideways
toward the entrance from the garage. She had her legs crossed and hunched over
her knees. She appeared to be adjusting her pantyhose around her calf area. His
eyes were immediately drawn to her legs. She had on tan coloured hose and black
pumps which were dangling on the foot that was crossed. He couldn't believe what
he did next.
As he walk closer it was like he was caught in a trance.
He couldn't take his eyes off her legs. She must have been looking at him for
a good two or three seconds before he even noticed that she had looked up. He
heard, "Hi, Joe" as he brought his eyes up to her face.
"Are
you looking for something?" she said playfully. "Oh, looking? Uh, sorry,
I was just going to get some coffee," he said sheepishly. Red-faced and embarrassed,
he turned and headed for the coffee stand. He was thinking to himself what a jerk
he was. She must think that I'm a weirdo, he thought. As he was pouring the coffee
he thought about how he could get back to the shop without going past her desk.
His mind was so preoccupied that he didn't even hear her walk up behind him.
Just
as he was about to go off with his coffee he heard, "So..."
"I
noticed you were staring at him legs," she said. There was no use in denying
it. She had caught him red-handed and red-faced. He made the decision to face
up to his accuser. "I was," he said apologetically, "and I'm sorry
if that upset you."
"I'm not upset," she said. After
a short pause she continued, "I'm glad you noticed them." "You
are?" he asked, appearing surprised and feeling somewhat relieved.
"Yes...So what exactly do you like about them?" she asked. Feeling a
little courageous, he decided to take a chance. He said, "Go out to dinner
with me and I'll tell you." To his amazement she said, "How about today
after work?" "Uh, sounds great. Tonight it is," he replied, trying
hard not to show his excitement. "Okay, I'll see you later then," she
returned. And with that he went back into the shop.
All day he kept
thinking about how this seemingly embarrassing moment had turned into his good
fortunes, and that perhaps she was already attracted to him. Perhaps she was waiting
for him to make the first move, and when she saw him looking at her it gave her
the opportunity to approach him, he thought. No matter. He felt like he was on
cloud nine. He didn't want to let on to the other guys in the shop that he had
a date with Vicki. Most of them had been sneaking peeks are her as well, and if
they found out he'd get ribbed about it all day and it may even get back to her.
Joe didn't want anything to ruin the day. He didn't even take anymore trips back
to the showroom after their morning encounter.
He promptly closed
up the shop six o'clock. He got washed quickly, changed, and went to get Vicki
at the showroom. She was already waiting for me near the entrance. From a distance,
their eyes met and they exchanged smiles.
"Ready to go?" She whispered.
"Actually,
I'm a little dirty and greasy. I would like to go home and get cleaned up, if
it's okay," he said. "If you want, we could go back to him place and
you could get cleaned up there. I only live ten minutes away from here. And it
would save some time," she said.
"Okay, that's a good idea,"
he agreed.
They stepped out to the parking lot. He opened the door for her.
As she crouched down to slide into the car, he caught another glimpse of her beautiful
hose-covered legs and her perfectly shaped round ass. The skirt she was wearing
on this particular day was a stretchy lycra materials which accentuated her smooth,
well-toned buttocks. He didn't notice any panty lines, and he wondered if she
was wearing panties underneath. There was no greater turn-on for him than a woman
who wore pantyhose bare-bottom, without any panties. They arrived at her apartment
shortly after. It was small, but tastefully decorated, accented with numerous
candles, framed black and white pictures of various flowers, and a few small plants.
"The bathroom is over there," she said cheerfully, pointing to the door
next to the bedroom, "there are clean towels in there already, and feel free
to use anything you need in there." "Thanks," he said graciously,
"I'll be quick." "Take your time," she replied, "it's
still early."
He proceeded to disrobe once he got into the bathroom.
He couldn't believe this, he thought, he'd basically just met this woman and here
he was naked in her bathroom about to take a shower! All sorts of thoughts were
going through his mind. What were they going to do tonight? They didn't really
talk about what they were going to do or where they'd go. What if she was trying
to seduce was? What if she's some female psycho?
He noticed a laundary basked
one corner of the bathroom on top of which was a pair of pantyhose, worn, he assumed.
Against his better judgement, he picked them up in him hands and fiddle around
to find the crotch area. He brought them up to his face within sniffing distance
and did just that. They still retained her scent. He concluded that this woman
does not wear panties. Little did he realize it, but he was standing there in
the nude with a huge hard-on at this point.
He rumaged through the basked
a little bit to see if he could find a pair of panties. He found none, which confirmed
his suspicions. He felt incredibly, horribly guilty for doing this, but there
was an urge that was too strong and even he had to give into it. What kind of
a sick degenerate would go through a woman's laundary basket to look for panties,
he thought But what he was about to do was even more shocking. He took the pair
of pantyhose and stuffed them into the pocket of his pants. He wanted a pair of
Vicki's pantyhose for himself, so he seized the opportunity. Not wanting her to
suspect anything, he quickly jumped into the shower and turned on the water.
Ten minutes later he emerged from the bathroom, refreshed and clean, his pocket
slightly bulged with a pair of nylons concealed inside. She was leaning on the
bedroom doorway with her head cocked to one side looking right at him as he came
out. He just heart jumped a beat when he realized that she might know about what
he did in there. The look on her face didn't indicate it. She had that same sweet
smile on her from this morning's encounter. Trying to get his mind off of what
he did in the bathroom, he said to her, "Are you ready to go, Vicki?"
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She took his hand and pulled him closer to her. "Are you sure you
want to leave here?" she whispered breathedly. "I'm no dummy,"
he thought. He could sense what was going on here. He wanted to say to her that
he'd like to take her into her bedroom and make passionate love to her right then
and there, but not wanting to sound presumptuous, all that came out of his mouth
were the words, "Uh,..well,....what do you mean?" She leaned closer
to him. She took his hand and placed it on her left ass cheek just below the waistline
of her skirt. As he rubbed her he could feel the smooth silky material of skirt
and the nylon underneath.
With his other hand he pulled her around
the neck, closer to him. They embraced. Her tender lips felt warm and soft. His
hand probed her ass as he caressed and massaged it. She put her hands near his
waist at the sides and slowly worked them toward the front. He could feel his
nearly fully erect cock rising higher and higher, but it was being restrained
by the tightness of him pants.
In the heat of passion he had forgotten
all about the pair of pantyhose he had stashed away in his pant pocket. As her
hands moved closer to it, he suddenly realized what was about to happen. But before
he could do anything, it was too late. The unthinkable had happened. Her hands
were right over the top of the bulge in his pocket. He pulled away from her lips.
"What's this?" she asked curiously, still with her other arm wrapped
tightly around him.
He paused for what seemed to be a minutes, but
in fact only a few seconds, just enough time to think of something to say to get
him out of this awkward and potentially disastrous situation. He felt like he
had just committed the most haneous crime. If he could only crawl into a hole
and stay there until the dust cleared, he'd be all right, he thought. For the
second time today, his fetish for nylon had gotten him into trouble. The first
time was a charm, but dare he press him luck?
She was inching slowing
toward the opening to his pocket. His lack of a response to her question probably
fueled her curiosity even more. If he had said something like it was a piece of
rag he had forgotten to throw away at work, perhaps it would have gotten him out
of the woods, but it was too late to do anything now. She was determined to discover
the contents of his pocket. She slid her hand inside the pocket.
"I
can explain..." he started, sounding slightly panicky. His throat felt dry
and heart was racing. She took hold of the hose. "Hm. Feels like,..."
she said, "nylon!" as she brought the hose out into full view. "They
look rather familiar," she continue. "Did you get these from him laundry
basket in the bathroom, Joe?" "Well,..uhm,.." he stammered, having
difficulty getting a word out of his mouth, "I,..."
Before he
could continue on, she brought her finger on his lip and pressed it gently.
He was in such a panicky state that he did not even note her reaction. She had
obviously realize that the hose were hers, yet she didn't seem angry or upset.
In fact, she didn't seem even surprised. "So, Joe," she began, "you
seem to have an obsession for nylon. Do you like my pantyhose? So what were you
going to do with them?" she said while rubbing his hard-on with pantyhose
in hand. "Wait, don't answer that," she stopped him just as he was about
to say that he had always been curious about what a pair of pantyhose felt like
and that when he saw the hose there on top of the basket he thought she wouldn't
miss them. She seemed to know what he was thinking.
With that she grasp
hold of his belt buckle with hose still in hand and led him to her bedroom. As
he entered the room, he could detect the faint yet sweet scent of fresh flowers.
She gestured to him sit on the side of the bed. She went over to the drawer and
lit two candles on top of it. She went into one of her drawers and took out what
appeared to be a pair of stockings. What was she going to do with those, he thought.
He sat there still, just mesmerized by her movements. He couldn't believe what
was happening to him; he was being seduced by this woman, and he couldn't be happier.
The dim light from the candles made the soft curves of her body seem even more
stunning than ever. He sat waiting anxiously on the bed, staring at the silhouette
of this divine beauty coming toward him.
Standing in front of him,
she leaned over and whispered to him, "Just try to relax, Joe." He felt
comforted by her acceptance of this situation. He reached over her rear with both
hands, caressed it briefly, and then pull her down to his lap. She spread her
legs open and straddle his legs. He stroked her ass, and eventually pulling her
skirt to near her waist, revealing nylon-covered pussy in the dim light. He was
right all along--she wasn't wearing any panties. She kissed him passionately,
and then pushed him down on the bed.
He laid there, feeling helpless,
with her sitting on top of him. He was at her mercy, and he wouldn't have it any
other way. She took both his hands together and brought them together. She then
took the stockings and tied his hands together. What was I getting himself into,
he thought. She pulled his hands over his head toward the head of the bed and
tied his bound hands to one of the vertical rails on the headboard.
She then proceeded to unbuckle his belt and remove both his pants and boxers.
She pulled them both off of his legs, along with his socks. Her eyes seemed to
lit up when she saw his male member standing fully erect.
Vicki slid
down his legs to get into a more suitable position in order to admire his rock-hard
cock better. As she approached his exposed privates, he could her warm breath
on the inside of his thighs. She took the head of his penis and licked it as if
she were enjoying an ice-cream cone on a summer's day. He could feel the heat
building inside himself. The insides his stomach seem to have disappeared. She
stroked his shaft delicately, and licked off the precum fluid that oozed from
his tip.
Joe lay there enjoying this most pleasurable experience when
all of the sudden she stopped. He opened his eyes and looked up. "I knew
that you liked him legs in pantyhose when I saw you staring at me this morning,"
she began, "but I had no idea you like to wear them as well. I'm going to
put these ones you took from me... on you."
She took one of his
feet and slid the foot of the hose on it, and then the other. She pulled up up
to his waist. He did not put up much of a struggle. In fact, he could not have
hoped for a better outcome. The sheer nylon covered his body from the waist down.
She finally pulled them over his hard cock. He was feeling a sensation that he
had never felt before. Sure he had worn pantyhose before, but the feeling of having
a woman put them on was more erotic than anything he'd experience. It was most
pleasurable, not just in a physical sense, but emotionally too. He almost emptied
his load right through the pantyhose, but he held back.
She walked
over to her drawers again and pulled out another pair of stockings. "These
are going to keep you from going anywhere," she said with a smile. She took
one of the stockings and tied one end to his ankles and the other to one side
of the footboard, then repeated it for the other ankle. He was now completely
bound, spread- eagle on her bed, with all his secrets revealed for her to see.
He had never felt more vulnerable as he did at that moment, but he wast completely
aroused.
Vicki stripped down to her pantyhose. Her body was gorgeous.
The contrast of light and shadow created by the dim candlelight and darkness on
her body highlighted her soft curves. Without a moment wasted, she climbed right
back onto her captive. This time she straddled herself right on top of his face
while facing his feet. He felt the silky smooth texture of the pantyhose pressed
against his mouth and nose. Her natural juices were flowing freely as he could
feel the wetness and taste the sweetness of her pussy. "Ohhhh!" she
moaned, "that feels so good!" Each stroke of his tongue sent shivering
bursts of spine-tingling pleasure up her back. Her body arched and writhed rhythmically
about like a slow Latin dance.
Struggling to free himself somewhat,
he managed to take hold of a small portion of the nylon between his incisors and
cut an opening in the crotch of her pantyhose while Vicki continued her dance
with the moans of delight seemingly becoming deeper and more intense. "Ohh,
yes!" she cried just as his agile tongue forced its way through to the awaiting
lips of her bare pussy, "Lick it hard." Wanting to caress her nylon-covered
body, Joe struggled to try to free his hands, but they were too well-tied. Unable
to free himself, he pressed his face against her pussy more forcibly, to which
she only responded with loud moan.
With her hands resting on his knees,
she slowly and deliberately leaned on them, straightening them to allow herself
to fall gently down onto his erect cock that was being imprisoned by the sheer
fabric of his pantyhose. She slid her tongue along the shaft of his cock as she
continued to press her wet pussy against his face. He could barely feel the the
wetness and warmth of her tongue through the sheath of nylon, but nontheless his
cock seemed to be growing bigger with every brush of her tongue.
Finally
she pulled the waist band of the pantyhose down around to the base of his penis
and took his swollen cock into her mouth. A surge of warmth shot through his veins
making his cock twitch uncontrollably for a moment as she engulfed him deeper
and deeper. Not being able to use his hands, the only thing he could do was to
twirl his tongue more rapidly and with more force against her clitoris. She felt
herself close to the edge as a warm feeling spread from her pussy up her back
and down her legs. With each stroke of his tongue he could feel the muscles in
legs tense up more and more, and with each stroke she felt she returned the favour
by taking his cock deeper and deeper. Though she was in full control, she felt
helpless. The euphoric pleasure of the moment was directing her every move. Realizing
that she was very close to climax, he did not want to relent.
Finally,
she let out a loud cry. "Ohhhh! Please don't stop, Joe," she begged.
The sheer ecstasy of the moment consumed her. Her body turned and pulsed with
every motion of his tongue. Weak and nearly spent, she managed pull herself off
of her partner's face and slide herself down his chest and abdomen, and finally
down to his awaiting cock. She positioned her pussy directly on top of his tool
and enveloped it entirely whereup she began slide his cock in and out of her drenched
pussy.
Nearly at the edge himself, but not wanting to go over just
quite yet, he whispered out to her, "Not so fast, baby. Not so fast! I can't
hold it much longer." But she did not heed his words. Squirming and twisting
his body around in an attempt to free himself from his restraints, he seemed to
have seal his own fate. With every movement of his body he felt the rubbing of
the pantyhose, his and Vicki's, against his body. It was an exquisite sensation.
Within seconds, the inevitable moment came. She could feel the strong pulsation
from his juicy cock as he filled her pussy with hot cum. She continued to rub
his cock, trying to squeeze every ounce of juice out of him. Hands clenched tightly
on the nylon stockings which held him, he instinctively tried to pull his hands
loose from the headboard, but could not. The sensation lasted for what seemed
to be an eternity, and just as it seemed like the throbbing in his cock had subsided,
with each movement of her pelvis he felt himself being drained more and more,
again and again, until she suddenly stopped. Exhausted and drenched with sweat,
she collapsed in a heap on top of his nylon-wrapped leg. Their entwined bodies
glisten and shine in the soft light of the candles.
She pulled herself
off of him and pulls his waistband of his pantyhose back over his soaking wet
cock to cover it. Staring at him rather cunningly, she slowly maneouvered to posture
herself on top of his chess in a straddle position.
"Wow!"
he said finally, "that was absolutely incredible." She said nothing,
but continued to stare at him with a smile which reveal to him that she was not
quite finished with him. "Uhmm, do you think you could untie me,..please,"
he asked, in an almost apologetic fashion.
"Why? Don't you like
being my sex slave, Joe? Don't you like being tied up?" she queried back.
"Certainly, I do. I just want to take the pantyhose off. That's all."
he replied.
"But I'm not finished yet," she said coyly, and
she separated her pussy from his bare chest a short distance.
"What
do you m...?" he started, but before he could finish his sentence he felt
a warm liquid dripping down on his chest. All the juice that he had emptied into
her pussy was now being emptied back onto his body. She sat herself down on his
ribs and began to rub her nylon-covered ass on it, spreading the cum and semen
all over his torso. He could feel the liquid flowing down his stomach, stopping
at the waistband of the pantyhose.
"How do you like that?"
she said.
He was unsure what to say. Although he had just had the most
intense orgasm he'd ever experience, and he felt totally spent and drained, he
could not help but feel arouse still by her actions. "It feels nice, baby,"
he said in a soft voice, afraid to ask what else she had in mind. "Could
you untie my ankles?" he cheerfully added. She continued moved herself back
and forth on his torso, soaking his pantyhose in his own cum. "Not just yet,"
she answer, getting up and off the bed.
Looking puzzled, he said, "Where
are you going?" "Out," came the answer, "I hate to leave you
like this, but there something I need to do. I'll be back. Don't worry, sweets,
you'll like the surprise I have for you." She took her wet pantyhose off
and threw them on the bed beside him. "You'll wait for me right?" she
giggled.
He didn't know what to think. He didn't want to appear to her to
be afraid, but he did feel some apprehension about this situation. He wondered
if more pleading would change her mind about untying him, but quickly dismissed
the idea. He had some doubts, but at the end he decided he could trust this woman,
even though he knew almost nothing about her. His sense of adventure told him
to take a leap of faith and go with it.
As he contemplated and watched,
she slid on another pair of hose and quickly got herself dressed.
She looked
at him admiringly and said, "I'll be back soon, baby," then slam the
door shut behind her. The wind her hurried exit blew out candles.
He laid
there in complete darkness, tied up and covered in his own sperm and semen wearing
pantyhose. What a strangely kinky situation to be in he thought to himself.
Lying there, bound and unable to do much, his mind began to wander. Maybe I could
call in sick tomorrow, he pondered, and what excuse would I have to come up with.
He soon found himself asleep, alone in a stranger's bed.
Story posted by Anonymous
on Sunday, June 01, 2008 @ 01:00:00 PDT
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