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.