I can feel my boyfriend's gaze on me as I slide my feet into a pair of beige pantyhose. We have been going out for 8 months and he's made it no secret that he has a fetish for pantyhose. Every time we spend the night together, he watches intently when i get ready for work in the morning. To be honest, I am dreading this happening daily when we move in together after his lease is up next month.
"You look so hot."
I stand from the foot of the bed and pull the pantyhose into place. "I'll never understand your fetish for these things."
Seth smiles and replies, "they look and feel sexy."
I shake my head a bit while stepping into a gray pencil skirt. "I bet you wouldn't think that if you had to wear them every day like I do."
"I'd love to wear them that much, it's just seen as a bit odd for guys to be walking around in pantyhose."
I slide on my gray suit jacket and reply, "How about this, if you wear hose under your normal clothes this week, I will relent my stance and indulge your fetish more often."
Seth raises an eyebrow, "how often?"
"Every other Saturday night. I'll start by wearing them for a night out this Saturday. When we get home, I'll do any kind of kinky nylon stuff you want. However, if you don't keep up your end, I won't indulge your fetish at all and only wear hose for work." Seth ponders for a moment. "Do we have a deal?"
He smiles, gets up and pulls a pair of light tan hose from my dresser drawer. "You're on Megan."
True to his word, Seth wore hose all week. Like every day, I verified this on Friday with a friend of mine who works in his office. While eating lunch, I did a search for nylon fetish on my laptop, just to see what I might be in for. A link on the third search results page caught my eye. the headline read:Fulfill your Nylon Fantasy. I clicked the link and a box appeared: Thanks Megan. The box vanished a few seconds later. "That's odd," I said with a look of confusion on my face." I shrugged it off and returned to work.
When I got home, a small green box was sitting by my door. Two plastic bands held the box closed. A small, handwritten note slipped under the bands read: Do not open while wearing nylon. "Odd," I said while setting the box on my kitchen table. I grabbed a knife and was about to open the box anyway, but, after looking at the note again, I set the knife down. I left the box on the table and went into my bedroom. After a hot, soothing shower, I returned to the kitchen in my bath robe. After putting a TV dinner in the microwave, I sat at the table and cut the box's bands. Carefully, I lifted the top of to find a green, softball sized orb. Beneath that was another note, this time typed. The note read: Show this orb to anyone wearing nylons and all your nylon fantasies will come true.
"This has to be a joke," I said while reading the note over and over. Just then my cell rang, "Hey Seth."
"I did it baby, tomorrow night is going to be great."
I giggle a bit, "so, how did it feel wearing hose all week. did it knock down some of your attraction for them?"
"Hell no, if anything, I am more turned on by them."
After rolling my eyes, I reply, "I see, well, a deal is a deal. I'll wear hose for dinner at Italian Garden, then come back here and rock your nylon world."
"I can't wait," Seth replied.
I was just about to end the call when I looked down at the note and got an idea. "I just want one more thing Seth."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"I never got to see you in hose. Can you wear them tomorrow night?"
There is a brief silence, "sure."
"Thanks baby, pick me up at 8:00."
I end the call and read over the note again. "Maybe this thing can fulfill my true nylon fantasy, make Seth's fetish go away."
Seth showed up a half hour early. Probably hoping to see me getting dressed. Still in my bath robe, I led him to the bedroom. "I have to finish drying my hair, there's my outfit for tonight." I point to a black cocktail dress and sheer black hose laying on the bed. Can I umm.. see...." I point towards his legs.
"Oh, yeah, no problem, " he replies while reaching for his belt. His pants drop and reveal his lower half encased in suntan pantyhose. The hose fit him tight and I can see his member throb beneath the fabric.
"Sexy," I say before going into the bathroom. "There is just one more thing I need you to do,"
"What's that?"
I emerge while holding the orb in my hand. "Look at this."
His eyes shift to the orb. It shoots beams of green energy into his eyes, knocking him backward on my bed. "Wha...What's happening?" He asks amid lustful moans. Seth pushes off his shoes and squirms his pants the rest of the way off while his moans grow in frequency and intensity. I am frozen in shock at the sight before me Feelings of confusion, fear, delight and intrigue spin through my mind as i watch the hose spread up Seth's torso. My focus locks on his rock hard member as the fabric shifts and molds to it. The nylon stops at his neck and spreads over his arms and hands. A webbing of sorts forms between Seth's nylon fingers. A calm then comes over my boyfriend as he look over at me. "What is your nylon fantasy Megan?"
I struggle to form words, "I..I want you to stop your fetish. N...Nylons are for work..N...Not play..."
"I would fulfill that for you," Seth replies, "if, that was your true fantasy."
"It...It is."
Seth smiles and lifts one of his nylon feet. I don't move as it slips beneath my robe and rests against my moist pussy. My body shivers and a moan escapes as Seths softly flicks my swelling clit with his sky, soft toes.
"Pl....Please stop," I say between soft moans.
"You don't want me to stop, you put on a good front, but I know you feel pleasure when you wear pantyhose every day. I culd barley keep my cock in check this week. I bet your wet every second that nylon is against your pussy. That's why you never wet panties with them."
I try to maintain myself as Seth drives his nylon toes harder into my wet cunt. "N...No...P..Pantyhose Don't.... Don't need panties...." More and more moans flow from my lips as I near climax.
"Stop denying it Megan, pantyhose give you pleasure, don't they?"
My breathing becomes faster as my moans increase. My mind is a haze and I can no longer deny the truth. "Yes!.... Yes!.....Pantyhose give me pleasure!..." My body shakes as I explode. My juices flow on Seth's suntan legs and I can't held back anymore. I shed the robs and mount my boyfriend's hard, hosed cock. I arch back and cry out as it slips deep into my dripping pussy. back and forth i rock and he drives deeper and deeper inside me. memories from masturbating in the bathroom at work flood into my mind. Years and years of buried nylon desire had started to come back when i started dating Seth. but, I still fought the urges. Masturbating when i needed to quell the feelings, afraid that giving in to his fetish would unleash too much. I shudder and cum, over and over again before passing out.
I wake in a bit of a haze and slowly sit up to avoid becoming too dizzy. After adjusting, I hear Seth in the living room. "I am nylon...I will obey."
"Very good," a male voice replies to him. " When i shift to get out of bed, I notice that my lower half is encased in suntan pantyhose.
"What the hell?"
"It's the price for your fantasy," the male voice says. I look up and see him in the bedroom doorway. He's wearing a black suit and has something under his arm.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Number 3," he replies while walking to the bed. He sets down a clothing box and points to it. "Put that on and come to the van outside.
I shake my head a bit, "I..I don't understand."
Number 3 winks and exits the room. I open the box and see a black skirt suit matching Number 3's. My new purpose is revealed when I touch the suit. "All will be nylon... All will obey."
