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A Casual Encounter (nylons, feet)
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A CASUAL ENCOUNTER (nylons, feet)
It was just a normal weekday afternoon when I got on the
bus downtown to go home. Just when I was boarding, my eyes
caught sight of the most beautiful pair of legs I had ever seen,
wrapped in beige nylons and feet nicely encased by black flats. I
was immediately captivated; I paid my fare automatically and sat
down beside the owner of the legs, and never took my eyes off
them.
Her feet were around size 7 or so; once in a while she
would curl them up a little bit, revealing her well-formed arch. If
only I could put my cock there. I scanned up. Her shins were
smooth, her calves softly curved. She had well-formed knees,
which linked up to her delicious thighs. Her plaid skirt was very
short, allowing ample visual feasting of her entire appendage. As
she sit crosslegged, near the hemline a slight hint of the panty
section of her pantyhose can be seen.
I bent down slightly, acting as if to tie my shoelaces. On
my way up I gently ran my hand over her calf. It was very smooth
and silky to the touch. The nylon fibres were tightly knit and
hugged her well-contoured legs very well. I looked up at her to see
what is her reaction to my innocent intrusion.
She was a curly blond, in her 30's I guess. She had red
plastic glasses, and wore a blue jacket. All the while, however, she
did not divert her eyes from the road; she either did not feel my
touch, or she was ignoring it.
At this time I had to adjust my underwear because I was
having the biggest hard-on ever. My cock was now very sensitive
and even this slight stimulus created a wet spot at my pants. Gently
squeezing my cock through my pants in one hand, I lovingly
stroked her legs with the other. I caressed her feet, her shins, her
calves, her thighs, then working my way down again. All the while
she did not seem to notice, but I was having the time of my life.
My cock beckoned me to do something more. I slid my
hand in my pants, and stroked my erect, throbbing and red hot
member. Suddenly I had an idea. I took back my leg-touching
hand, and exchanged places with my cock-stroking hand. My prick
literally jumped as it came to contact with the essence of her
nylons. Soon my fingers were soaked. I pulled out my hand, and
smeared the sticky cum on her thighs and calves. As the sunlight
gleamed on her gams, my cum glimmered and contrasted to the
relatively dull shine of her nylons.
Finally she reached her stop and got up. I followed her
without thought. I did not even know where I was, just knowing
I need to focus on the gracefully wiggling legs ahead. Finally she
reached a house and looked back. I stopped and was slightly
stunned. However, she smiled at me with inviting eyes; she went
in the house and allowed me in too. Could this be a dream?
We went into the living room. She pointed to the couch, and
I sat down there. She stood in front of me, and slowly unbuttoned
her jacket. As she was taking it off, I realized she was only
wearing a white, strapless lace bra underneath. No blouse. She
smiled again, knowing I noticed her unique fashion taste. Next she
unzipped her skirt, and forced it down past her tight ass; it
dropped at her ankles, and she playfully kicked it away. She is
now wearing nothing but her bra, pantyhose, and shoes. I scanned
her from top to bottom, from her glowing blond hair, down her
seductive face, her milky white breasts, which were screaming out
of her bra; blending into the slightly darker hue of her pantyhose
top, down her delicate thighs, her flawless legs, her cute feet. My
eyes were popping out in sight of this beauty, and did my cock.
She looked between my legs, and was pleased. She then
bent down and unbuttoned my pants, exposing my red hot prick
which was now throbbing with joy at her. She gave the rock-hard
head a kiss, licking away the pre-cum at the tip. The she stood up,
and placed one leg on my lap. I held her shoe as she released her
foot from it. She straightened her foot and pointed her fine toes
against my nose. The sweet smell of reinforced nylon mixed with
foot sweat penetrated thru my smelling sense up my erogenous
zone in the brain. I stuck out my tongue and tasted her nylon-
covered sole; it was delicious. She put her leg on the ground and
repeated the same with the other one. I found it hard to judge
which foot tasted and smelled better; they were both fine for me.
She next took the shoes from my lap, and covered my face
with one. The other she hung on my stiff-standing prick. The smell
of leather with her foot sweat was a nice variation of sensation. I
breathed deep breaths, hoping to take in as much of the sweet
aroma as possible, while my cock was busy wetting up her other
shoe with sex fluid.
Satisfied with my eagerness towards foot sex, she put down
her shoes and slowly peeled down her pantyhose. Gradually her
tight pussy came to full sight. Then her creamy white thighs,
followed by her smooth legs, and finally her seductive feet and
toes.
Keeping the nylons bundled up, she wrapped my cock with
the fabric, my cockhead pressed against the seam of the reinforced
toe. Feeling the dampness of her foot sweat, my prick responded
by secreting more sticky fluid. Tucking my balls inside the panty
section, what encased her gams just some time ago was now
encasing my sex!
Finding her shopping bag (which I did not notice until now,
as I was busy with her legs and feet), she took out a pair of sheer
black stockings. They were so sheer they looked like they could
shatter if roughly handled. Moving over a chair and sitting in front
of me, she handed me the stockings, then pointed one leg towards
me. I carefully rolled up one stocking and sheathed it around her
foot. Then I wrapped her leg and thigh with the stocking, as if I
was doing presents. An air of elegance emerged from her dressed
leg, a new form of beauty. She had me repeat with the other leg,
and smiled with satisfaction as she was pleased with the work.
She then held the root of my cock between her toes of one
foot, with the other doing the same on top. She then tugged my
prick with her top foot, while the bottom one held firm. I was
instantly delivered into fantasyland. She started slow, then moved
faster; at the same time one of her hands was massaging her
breasts underneath her bra, while the other was stroking her clit,
occasionally a finger disappeared inside her pussy. She started
moaning, which got louder with the increasing rhythm of her
limbs.
I felt like dead, with all my energy concentrated at my sex.
Finally the peak of ecstasy was reached; thick white cum burst
from my cocktip, and every subsequent tug by her toes fired up
another wad. Within seconds the beige pantyhose and her feet were
flooded with cum. She reached her orgasm upon seeing my
ejaculation, and slowed down, panting. As I laid exhausted on the
couch, she looked at me, breathing heavily. There was also a smile
on her face.
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