A Memorable Layover

13th of February, Valentine's Day Eve, 6:30 PM. Heavy rain, low visibility. Weather delay cancels the connection of one Victor Dubois, head of sales for a major coffee appliance company, bound for Melbourne....

Trying to transfer at LAX is always a nightmare but fortunately my flight landed at 4:30 PM so that gives me a bit of time to compose myself before heading home after a successful meeting and couple of fun-filled days in San Francisco meeting like-minded people and drinking too much coffee.

I made my way over to the International Terminal of Tom Bradley. Thank goodness that there was a connecting bridge between the two terminals! Upon getting to the check-in counter and attempting to check my luggage, a sense of dread washed over me.

"I am sorry, sir. Your flight's been cancelled due to bad weather since we don't know when this storm will subside and the visibility isn't high enough to give this flight the all clear." The customer service agent announced with a weary yet sympathetic tone.

"So what's the go for me then? Hotel comp? I guess I don't have anywhere to be until next Tuesday anyway." I replied with resignation.

"Yes, I'll issue you with a hotel voucher for a night's stay at the Hilton which is only a short drive away and rebook you on the first flight tomorrow morning. Flight for Melbourne leaves at 11:00 AM so I'd recommend getting back here at 9. Again, terribly sorry for the fuss, Mr. Dubois!" The agent apologised regrettably and handed me back my travel documents.

***

I was feeling a bit bummed out so I went to the bar for a bit before checking into the hotel since I had a bit of time to kill anyway. It wasn't a small bar but I definitely noticed the beautiful blonde flight attendant on my SFO-LAX flight, Jess, laughing with the rest of her crew friends, and seeing her familiar face definitely made me smile as her service was warm and impeccable.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink gin and tonic. My drink of choice at airport bars since that's one drink that's pretty hard to screw up!

"Is this seat taken?" A familiar voice rang out and I looked up.

"Not at all!" I was taken aback I turned right to see Jess standing there with her perky purple scarf and gorgeous smile. Her glossy classic red lipstick glistened in the bar lighting.

"Victor Dubois. Nice seeing you again. What brings you here?" I stuck my hand out awkwardly for a greeting. She smiled and shook it gently.

"Jess Kelly. I am actually laying over in LA for the night and flying to Dallas tomorrow. That is if the weather clears up! I saw you drinking by yourself and thought I might say "Hi!" since you were so nice in assisting that passenger in 15B with their luggage. Hi and thanks again."

"What are you drinking, Jess? It wasn't a problem since I was close by anyway. Anything to help the plane get off the ground faster. Except I have all the time in the world now..."

"I know what you mean. Hopefully you didn't have anywhere to be with Valentine's Day being tomorrow and everything. I'll have what you're drinking." Jess nodded at my drink.

"Bartender, could we please have another gin and tonic for the lady? Four Pillars with a lemon twist please."

"You ordered that like you know your drinks!" She remarked.

"I work in beverages of sorts so I deal a lot with drinks. In my case, it's coffee. What gets you up in the morning. Oh, to answer your question, I'm single so don't have anywhere to be until Tuesday actually."

"Same here. We're part of the same club it seems. So what are the perks of the job? Do you get pods? Discount on machines?" She asked inquisitively.

"50% actually. I'll hook you up with a new machine if you're looking for an upgrade."

"50%?! That's holiday level discounts! So generous of you, Victor. Do you have your card on you? That's extremely generous to someone you've just met but I'll take it! What's the catch?"

"No catch, Jess. It's a perk of the company that I'm happy to extend to you. Plus now I have someone in the airlines industry in the books in case I need an upgrade or something," I replied casually.

"I'll drink to that but I am not sure how many strings I'll actually be able to pull for you!" She clinked the side of her tumbler against mine and in the process, brushed the side of her leg against mine which drew my attention to her figure and the subtle shine of her nylons.

Ah, the airlines, the last bastion of the impeccably dressed service sector that still swears by nylons. The hypnotic lustre and the subtle sheen of her pantyhose caught my attention as I am not usually one to notice legwear extensively. If I had to guess, I'd say they weren't from the drugstore.

She had to be playing along, women tend to notice when you stare but Jess for now hasn't said anything about it. I tried for a misdirection: "So do you have any recommendations for food at the airport for a quick bite to eat?"

"Hmm, not at the airport but you could always try Rinaldi's not far from here for a delicious meatball sub. But unfortunately I'm getting food with a few FA friends so I won't be joining you." With that, Jess and I exchanged numbers and parted ways with me letting her to know that I'll be in touch to get her a deal on her new coffee machine.

So try Rinaldi's I did and it was honestly serviceable for 9 o'clock at night. I ordered the spicy meatball sub as recommended and it did the trick and I checked into the LAX Hilton without much fuss...

"Didn't think I'd be seeing you again this soon, Vic!" Jess waved me over with that signature smile. "How was your sub?"

"Honestly not bad. There's no such thing as coincidence right? Of all the floors they could have put us on, we ended up two doors away from each other. Hah!" I chuckled with amusement.

"Pretty sure they just assign whatever's available and ours just happens to be the most empty. Would you like to join me for a night cap? I've got a bottle of red open and I don't think I can finish it by myself..."

Jess made an offer I couldn't pass up and since her room is so close to mine anyway so I set my luggage down and made my way over to her room. She made herself at home in the hotel room with some Ludovico Einaudi playing in the background and wine in her hand and although she was still in her uniform sans her scarf and her heels she still seemed elegant and honestly quite sexy in the dim light of the room.

"And here's yours, maybe you can tell me more about this GSM blend thing... I always thought that was a paper thickness metric," she jested whilst pouring me a generous glass.

"Haha, not quite, it's stands for Grenache, Syrah and Mourvèdre. It's mean to be a blend that's sweet, tart, aromatic and balanced. Kinda like you, Jess." I attempted a compliment.

"Well that's kind of you and I think the duty free store made a nice recommendation since it passes your standards, Mr. Beverage."

It must be the alcohol or the intense loneliness around this time of year but I caught myself starring at Jess's chest and elegant, slender legs in those gossamer nylons more than once. Getting bolder, Vic. Play it cool.

"Hey Vic, indulge me in something for a sec, I think I have a way to thank you for that generous discount code offer on my new espresso machine and for keeping me company." She suggested.

"Come sit next to me on the bed, I have something I wanted to show you for a little while now." Pat, pat. Things were getting a little blurry, as I slowly stutter-stepped my way over to the edge of the bed. Jess stretched out her legs and draped them over my lap. She then crossed her right leg over her left and I felt a foot brush up and down the side of my cheek before ending up hovered over my nose. My cheek tingled as traces of her silky tease lingered and I felt incredibly drawn to the aroma of her foot. Musky, slightly acidic sweat and hints of leather from her heels. I couldn't believe how turned on and intoxicated I was by these triggers; enhancing the effects of the alcohol that we indulged in earlier.

"So I've made a few observations since we first met. One, you're very astute and you have great attention to detail which brings me to point number two. You've been staring, Vic. Whether you knew it or not, you've been checking out my cute, size 7, soft, electric legs covered in these delightful nylons. You think I'm silly? You think we don't notice these things? You a leg and feet guy, Vic? Even if you're not, I think you'll be one by the end of tonight," she said confidently as she gave a subtle wink.

"To.... To be honest, Jess, I have noticed. It's hard not to. Your legs, in this outfit... They're very... Attractive. Then the nylons, they don't seem like the ones the other girls wear either. I don't know what to say, Jess. They... Feel so good." I admitted sheepishly in my drunken haze.

"I know, Vic, I know. My part in this isn't entire innocent I have to admit. However, I digress. You know, a flight attendant always keeps a few pairs of spare pantyhose with her. You never know when they'll run on you. You won't run out on me right? You won't get very far like this anyway."

I wasn't sure what Jess meant by this but for some reason I didn't question or resist her advances. She got off the bed and when she returned, she had one of her hands behind her back. For a moment, she was out of my line of sight and then I felt something soft and tingly wrap its way around my wrists. In my drunken haze, she made light work of this. Without realising what she was up to behind me, she had already deftly used a handcuff knot to tie my hands together with a nude pair similar to the ones she was wearing and then used a sheer black pair to tie my feet together. She shoved me down assertively. Well fuck, I am definitely at her whims now.

"Now that I have your attention and your presence. Let's have some fun, shall we, Vic? If you help me out with a little experiment, I might even let you release," Jess taunted with an air of dominance. She sat at the edge of the bed and propped herself up with a pillow and teased my ears and right cheek with her nyloned feet.

"Let's start with this pair of Wolford Pures. How would I describe their texture? Hmm matte, with soft finish. Akin to something like a pair of crotchless Maison Close nylons I have, but those have a little bit more electricity to them. We'll get to those soon enough."

As she described the tights she had in hand, she rolled them up as if she's about to put them on but encased my cock entirely in them; the toe seam bisecting the head. This had the effect of arousing it with a myriad of soft tingles all over the length as it encased me.

"Inhale. My slave. Smell that long-haul flight lingering? While you're there, give them a good lick and suck on those toe for me," Jess demanded as she pulled the soft, gossamer Wolfords up the length of my member at a glacial pace; the nylons tingled every inch of skin as it lightly caressed the shaft and the glans. This had the effect of arousing and bringing just enough pleasure but not enough to actively get me to the brink. I imagined this was my mistress's intention.

I inhaled her vinegary, leathery aroma and even in my intoxication and delirium, I was increasingly aware that I was drawn to the sensation of Mistress Jessica's nylons on my face and my cock. I wanted it more and more, I needed it more and more.

"Mmmm. You're starting to get hooked aren't you? Have you had a pantyhose pull before? Now that you have, you'll be asking for it from your partner," she repeated the process of bunching up the nylons in her hands and stretching it taut over my cock. She would lick and suck the tip and then start pulling whilst periodically flicking the nylons over my scrotum; adding another point of stimulation to an already overwhelming ritual.

She pulled out a pair of gold tailor's scissors and drew circles with them across my upper and dug them into my thigh just enough to make a soft mark. Snip, snip, snip. "These, are the Maison Close I mentioned earlier. A bit more texture to them but not too different to the Pure 10s." The scissors began to separate the thin, gossamer nylon in a clean break and effectively turned the tights into thigh highs. She rolled one of the newly-fashioned "thigh-highs" over her hand and pulled the other tightly over my cock as a nylon sheath and began to slowly and loosely stroke it.

This nylon-on-nylon effect almost put me over. The electricity created by the layers of fabric being delicately rubbed so close to my skin was surreal. My eyes bulged as I uttered an animalic moan of pure pleasure.

"Oh fuck. Like that...."

"Not so fast," Jess noticed my state and moved her gloved hand towards my thigh to draw figures of eight. This gave enough of a tease but eased the nylon magic. I was in an almost out-of-body high. "You're sensitive but that's to be expected since I've been building you up and this is your first time being edged. By the way, I didn't say to stop licking and worshipping my feet," she teased as her wiggled her toes over my mouth as I gasped for air.

I worshipped her toes and the soles of her feet and inhaled the hypnotic aroma once more. The texture and taste of her nylons evolved as I coated them with saliva. Her nylon encased hand made its way to her clit and she began drawing circles over it and appreciating the texture in unison. "Gosh these are really soft aren't they? Great job with my toes, my pet."

Jess returned her hand to my sheathed cock and began to accelerate again. Her loose silky strokes cocooned my eager member and the tingle returned once again. This continued as she brought me to the edge once again. "I'm... I'm close, mistress," I tried to utter. "I know, dear pet, your little worm is wet with pre-cum," she acknowledged. Mistress's silken embrace faded away.

"Drumroll please..." Jess rapidly beat her hands on her "knee-drums" as she took another pair of nylons out their packaging. "These are the Wolford Satin Touch Twenties. A bit of shine in the sunlight, very silky but a different texture than what you'd find on matte nylons. They feel... Hmm.. Kinda like satin opera gloves but lighter and more transparent. An apropos name."

She removed the Maison Close sheath from my cock and replaced it with the Satin Touch; a distinct aroma of nylons fresh from their packaging caressed my nose. I wondered if this was the case with all Wolfords. I was confident that I would learn to associate this aroma with pleasure.

The tactility of her matte Maison Close nylon combined with the shiny, slippery silkiness of the Satin Touch tights created a uniquely different sensation and was by far the best sensation. "I can see you like the Satin Touch Twenties the most. Maybe it's the combination of the two different textures?" Jess enquired.

"The... It's the combo," I replied between her eager strokes.

With her left hand, she brought her self to ecstasy as she rubbed her clit violently and cried out to match my moan. Her right foot still over my face, she smothered it into my mouth and caressed my nipple with her other foot. I responded by licking her toes and sucking in between my now rapid breaths.

"You may now.... You may now release, my pet."

Somehow, this command had an mixed effect on me. On one hand, I wanted the sweet release and the waves of pleasure that came with it but on the other, I was addicted to the sensation and wanted this to continue. My dragon could not resist her relentless stockinged assault as its warm, white essence sprayed violently; penetrating the Satin Touch nylons and oozing all over my mistress's hand.

She pleasured herself to completion and brought her hand to her crimson lips and tasted the fresh essence. Moaning in delight, Jess seemed satisfied and pleased in her efforts. As for me, I was speechless. Paralysed by the violent, rushing pleasure waves and slightly in awe of Mistress Jess's forbidden knowledge and techniques.

***

Ziiip. I heard her suitcase zip back up as Jess put finishing touches on and transformed back into her formal, elegant professional state. If you had just met her, you would be as oblivious as I was about her capacity but as they say: "Looks can be deceiving."

"Well, Vic, it was my delicious pleasure torturing you but I have to get a move on. Appreciate the discount once again. You know where to find me," her voice trailed off as she flashed a wink at me and closed the door gently.

Jess has had me enraptured in lust through her nylon seduction and around her toes and deft hands. In a strange and unexpected way, I think this might have been the best Valentine's Day yet. Her scent lingered in the envelope stuffed with her worn nylons and her number on a perfumed napkin. I took in a deep breath and the scenes came pouring back. I am doomed.