Having recently begun a new job I started to wear nylons to work every day. It didn’t take long for me to realize that my husband seemed to notice me more. I decided to try wearing them when we would go out on our weekly date night. He would smile across the table at me while his foot rubbed against rubbed gently against my nylon clad ankle. When we would get home, we would sit on the couch and he would spend hours massaging my feet while I still wore those silky smooth nylons. He would run his hands up my shins, his fingers lightly dancing across the nylon material.
Over the past few weeks however I had noticed that quite a few pair of nylons had gone missing from my dresser drawer. I seemed to need to purchase them more frequently. Do not get me wrong. I had gone through the normal wear and tear and put a few runs in them from time to time but I was not going through them at the pace that I needed to replace them at.
One day I was at work and it was looking more and more like I was going to have to stay a few hours later than usual to get this project completed on time. I knew tonight was our weekly date night but I had to get this done. I called home to let my husband know that I was running late. He understood, as I knew he would and I promised to make it up to him. After I spoke with him, I threw myself into my work. I wanted to minimize the amount of time I stayed that evening. The minutes flew by and before I knew it the finish line was in sight. I sighed with relief as I saved the last document on my computer and finally shut it down for the evening. I jumped up from my seat and headed out the door excitedly. I had left much earlier than I had first anticipated and could not wait to get home and surprise my husband.
The house was oddly quiet when I got home. Normally my husband was either working on his computer or watching whatever sporting event he could find on the television. However, tonight the living room was dark and quiet. I climbed the stairs up to our bedroom. The door was pushed closed but I could still I could still see in. There he was lying in our bed, one pair of nylons pressed to his nose inhaling deeply while he had a pair of nylons wrapped around his stiffened cock slowly stroking them up and down his shaft. I stepped up to the door and slowly pushed the door open. He glanced up and saw me in the doorway watching him. Shock and embarrassed evident on his face. Seeing that I had caught him, he dropped the nylons he had been sniffing, grabbed our quilt and tried to cover himself. I did not want him to be ashamed or disappoint him so I walked into the room quickly to stop him from covering up. “No baby, don’t stop. Let me help.” I said my voice steeped with lust and arousal. Surprised by my offer he searched my face to see if I was serious.
I laughed softly and stood up pulling my dress up over my head and letting it flutter to the floor beside the bed. I crawled back on the bed and between his thighs wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and panty set, a pair of soft nylons and shiny black high heels. I picked up the nylons he had been holding. I handed him back a pair and guided his hand back to his face. He slowly began rubbing them against his face once again inhaling deeply. I took the other pair, wrapped them around his throbbing cock once again, and began giving him long slow strokes with the soft gentle fabric. He moaned softly, his head falling back against the headboard and his eyes rolled back in his head. It made me smile to see how much pleasure her was feeling and that he was letting me be a part of it. I laid soft kisses on the inside of his thighs as I stroked him. His silky soft shaft swelled in my nylon covered hand. He was so sexy, lying there sniffing my nylons while I expertly worked his cock with the nylons. He began breathing more heavily and I knew he was getting close to his finish line. I picked up the pace of my stroking, his cock jumping in my hand. He groaned loudly and his cock pumped his seed from his balls. The creamy white fluid leaked out saturating the nylons making them stick to his shaft.
I continued to stroke him with the dampened nylons. I stroked him until he grew hard again. I jumped off the bed, rolled my panties down my thighs letting them pool around my ankles on the floor. I stepped out of them and got back on the bed. I pulled the sticky nylons from around his shaft and wrapped my warm mouth around his shaft. I sucked the drying cum from his cock. He looked down at me with hungry eyes. I straddled him letting my thigh high nylons rub against him. I lowered myself on his waiting cock. He filled me so completely his cock swollen and excited he loved the way my nylon clad thighs felt rubbing against his bare skin. I rode him slowly letting him glide slowly in and out of my wet hungry pussy. I threw my head back in pleasure as I took his cock deep within me. Watching him find so much pleasure in a nylon hand job had turned me on so greatly I was already on the edge of an orgasm, when he ran his hands over my nylon covered thighs it was just too much for me. I exploded for him, cumming hard and collapsing on his chest breathing heavily. I smiled to myself thinking that this has been the greatest date night ever!