Silky Skin - part 1
story by Anonymous
He found her in his backyard. A thunderstorm had kept him awoke most of the
night. Grumbling, he wandered into his living room at the break of dawn and
saw this extraordinary sight through the windows . It isn't everyday that a man
finds such a lovely creature in his backyard in the morning. The sky had cleared.
He couldn't remember a time that the air smelled so sweet. Like some tropical
fruit that he couldn't put a name to. Well, he'd missed his night's sleep! Can't
blame him for not thinking fast enough. He continued onto his backyard to find
out what it...no, who it was.
She looked almost golden under the rising sun. It was odd that she had white
hair. She didn't look like she's even 20 years old. A strange garb had covered
her body loosely like baby clothing. Her limbs were bared. Her eyes were closed
and she didn't seem to be breathing! Gawd...did he wake up just to find a dead
body?
He leaned closer and felt some warmth emitting from her skin. He acted quickly
and carried her inside, prince-princess style. He wasn’t exactly a gym goer
but she was light. Her skin felt damp from the morning dew but he couldn't help
but noticed the silkiness. His morning erection just got higher. He loved silky
things. But he was a gentleman and wouldn't harm a helpless female. He laid
her down carefully on the couch and turned on a heater to help her dry off and
hopefully to lead her back to consciousness.
Five minutes later, he found himself craving for something silky. First, he
needed a leak, otherwise he would have a hard time getting off. He washed himself
a bit and turned back to his closet. There in his drawer, he drew out a nylon.
It wasn't a long stocking. It was an anklet that fit him like a glove. He went
on to secure safety pins at the opening of his rayon brief so the silky glove
stayed where he wanted it. Usually, he didn't need to do much. The close fit
of the silk was enough to stimulate him as he walked or rubbed against something.
The image of her flashed through his mind and almost brought him over. He shuddered
lightly as he grabbed his silky member to hold the feeling longer. Too late.
He could feel it pulsate in his palm. Over too soon. But he couldn’t feel any
fluid gushing out. Wow, he’d hit a dry orgasm that he’d only read about. Still
hard, he started to pump. When he felt he could last longer, he poured some
baby oil to increase the slippery sensation. Breathing hard, he peeked into
the living room. She seemed to be in a deep slumber. He settled into a rocker
adjacent to her still form and increased his pumping. He remembered her silky
skin, like she had nylon all over her body. He imagined he had nylon all over
his. And that he was inside her warm silkiness. That pushed him over and he
felt like he had liquid silk shooting out. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed
the feeling.
He couldn’t remember falling asleep. Something warm and silky touched his thigh.
Then he felt a warm breath in his lap. He lazily opened his eyes and almost
jumped up a foot. She was awake. Her gaze was fixed at his member, still trapped
in the silky nylon. With a mixture of baby oil and his fluid. She looked excited,
like she had discovered something new. She touched it with her index finger
for 3 seconds, then touched his thigh, as if to make an analysis.
Her crestfallen expression broke his heart. It wasn’t real. He must be in shock
to feel sympathy for her at this awkward moment. She must’ve sensed his attention
and looked up at him. Her eyes had the lightest lavender he had ever seen. Couldn’t
be. Must be grey or something. It was the lighting that played tricks on him.
Both of them remained motionless. He drew in a long breath. There was the fruity
scent again. Okay, so she had some perfume on her. Was it peach? Mandarin orange?
Something delicious. What should he do now?
Sunlight had filtered in through the drapes. Her hair was a silvery color. Her
features were foreign, unlike any other faces. She seemed not to have any eyebrows
but the effect was dramatic and it actually looked natural with the rest of
her face. Her gaze traveled up to meet his. She wasn’t incredibly gorgeous or
sensual. But that moment, he believed an angel was right there in front of him.
Oh, what a thief she was. She already had his heart.
“Uh…hi. Are you cold? Hungry? What’s your name? Where’d you come from?”
She ignored him. She had a right to. What sort of pervert masturbates himself
in front of someone he barely knows? He took a quick look at her. Her eyes were
drawing inward, if that was possible. He nonchalantly (attempting to) tidied
himself up while still sitting at the rocker.
“Ahhwoo..?” - Her voice had a curious tone to it, yet she wasn’t making sense.
What the heck is ‘ahh-woo’? Does she not speak English at all? He needed a crash
language course if he ever meant to hang out with her. Absorbed in his thoughts,
he barely registered what she was doing. She tugged away the soaked nylon from
his fingers and had her tongue out to taste it. Gawd, she had such a long and
narrow tongue…tasting his cum. His erection sprung to life and he slid away
in embarrassment, heading toward the kitchen to fix some breakfast.
The food aroma should be strong enough to attract hungry people, yet she didn’t
show up. A cabinet had hidden the view of the living room and he took a peek.
What? He must’ve forgotten to stash his pantyhose away last night. She was holding
a leg with both hands and rubbing it against her cheek. He could feel a crimson
tide rising from his neck. Striding into the living room, he actually had no
idea what to say.
“I..I, uh…that, oh…”, he had kneeled and started to protest when his thigh made
contact with her leg.
She was also in pantyhose! He took a discreet scan of her legs but could see
no creases or any toe seams. Almost like it was her very skin. He really wanted
to run his hands all over her to find out. Only his erection showed his intensity
of the thought.
She noticed him at last and stretched the pantyhose to him. Again, she uttered
that strange word. He took the hosiery in his hand and continued to kneel there.
Her fingers had brushed against him and he had to wonder. Could it be true?
That she was all in pantyhose? No. No seams. Her face for one. Couldn’t have
the nylon inside her eye sockets now right? She had stuck out her tongue and
there wasn’t any nylon there either. Fingers are separate. Toes too. Was he
turning mad?
.... to be continued
Story posted by Anonymous
on Thursday, July 01, 2004 @ 11:26:44 PDT
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