A Secret Life With A Nylon Fetish

(Dear readers - this is my first story, so please be gentle! For those of you who need to know, these events all happened in my life BUT some of the circumstances and places have been altered and enhanced - I would say this is 50/50 fantasy and truth. It is up to you to work out which is which.)

Some background...

I have had a thing for tights for a very long time. I really don't know when it started or why but I do remember as a teenager that, not long after I had discovered wanking, one afternoon when the house was empty, I tried on my mothers tights and the instant feeling of the nylon on my legs and arse cheeks gave me a rock hard cock.

During my years studying to be a singer at music conservatoire, I suppressed my tights fetish - I thought it was weird and wrong (Lord knows why!) and stuck to very vanilla sex with nothing out of the ordinary. Before college, I had fucked my then girlfriend in the back of her Mini late one night on a public street and a few years later, with my next girlfriend, we fucked in the corner of a school playing field on Sunday afternoon. That was the extent of me being adventurous.

I then got married and everything stayed very vanilla indeed. Literally nothing to report - we love each other very much but in the bedroom, life is very "run of the mill". Yes, I expect some of you will judge me harshly for what is about to follow?

It all changed when, many years later, I decided to go freelance. Going freelance meant days away from home, many hours spent on the road and in hotels and many hours spent alone. It was during this time that my tights fetish reappeared. It came back with a vengeance and has never left me to this day and it is all down to tights that I have had the experiences I have had.

I had more time at home and when the house was empty, I would wear tights and wank, which led me on to wanking on random webcam sites and then on to finding Fabswingers and other online sites. It was all done in secret and whenever I got the chance to go away for work, I would spend most of my time wearing tights under my jeans and being constantly turned on by it. It was this that led to my first encounter...

I had been messaging a lady on a porn site for weeks. Fiona and I seemed to get along well and she seemed intrigued both by my fetish but also by the videos I had posted on there. I have two things that maybe make me stand out - I have an average length cock but very girthy, and I cum an extreme amount every time.

I had mentioned that I was due to work quite near to where she lived on the south coast of England and maybe we should meet for a drink. I was so excited when Fiona agreed. On the drive south, I made sure that I stopped off and bought some tights, made my way to my hotel for the night, showered and then got dressed, with tights on under my jeans - no underwear, obviously! I went down to the hotel bar and got myself a pint and waited nervously.

Then she appeared - small, petite, short blond bob hairstyle, a tight top under her leather jacket accentuating her wonderfully shaped breasts, short skirt, heels and what I was hoping were tights. I leapt up to greet her and we kissed. I got her a G&T and we sat down to chat.

"Are you wearing tights?" she asked immediately.

This immediately had the effect of making my cock twitch! I rolled the leg of my jeans up slightly and showed her. I had to grasp the nettle.

"Of course! Are you?" I fired back to her.

She quickly shot a glance around the bar, and then opened her legs, her short skirt lifting up to her waist, showing that she was wearing seamless tights and, like me, no knickers! What was originally a twitch was now a full scale tremor and my cock hardened almost instantly.

Fiona's pussy was shaved, and I could see her labia spread out by the tightness of the seamless nylon and there was definitely a trace of dampness glistening on the sheer material.

She closed her legs, crossed them, and then grinned.

"That's enough for now, let's drink our drinks and chat some more, shall we?" she said.

We chatted about the porn site we were both members of, a little about my job and why I was in town, a little more about our lives (but not too much about home) but, as hard as I tried to listen, she was now dangling her heel from her crossed leg and occasionally stroking her thigh and all I could think about was what was at the top of that gorgeous leg and how hard my cock was.

She spotted it - allowing her heel to fall to the floor, she started gently moving her leg up my jeans until her petite nylon-covered foot started rubbing my inner thigh and eventually traced the outline of my boner.

With a swift gulp of her G&T, she leant forward and whispered.

"I need to see your cock straining against your tights now, I am so turned on - take me upstairs now!"

I needed no second invitation, so we made our way to the lift, and once the doors shut, we started kissing, extremely passionately with hands wandering everywhere. She had already unbuttoned two of my fly buttons and had her hand in my jeans while I had found out just how wet her tights were under that skirt. The lift jolted a stop, we exited and soon we were stood outside Room 714.

Once we were inside, it was a flurry of buttons, zips, hands, fingers and lips - it says something that I was about to live out a fantasy I had had for most of my adult life, having sex with someone when we were both in tights, yet I was totally fixated on Fiona's stupendous tits!

Her nipples were so hard that I was sucking, licking and nibbling them like a hungry goat. Her whimpers of approval let me know that she enjoyed it very much. In no time at all, we were naked with exception of us both being in tights and Fiona still wearing her heels. She was a foot shorter than me so this helped greatly plus I love heels almost as much as tights and nylon so it was a win-win.

She broke free of my attention on her breasts to kneel down and start wanking me in my tights. The feeling of the material on my helmet and balls was one I had known for years but this time it was different. I had no control over it and with every brush of a finger on my scrotum, I felt like I was about to cum, every flick of my glans with her tongue was driving me mad. I had to stop her as this was about to get messy and far too quickly!

I laid her down on the bed and started stroking and feeling her inner thighs, working my way up to her pussy. I could see how wet she had become as the gusset of her seamless tights was now soaking wet. While still gently stroking her thighs, I manoeuvred myself to get my head in the right position to gorge on her wet pussy. It tasted so sweet and just seemed to be getting wetter and wetter as my saliva mixed in with her pussy juice.

"Oh God! Please rip them open." Fiona begged.

Using my teeth, I managed to fashion a small hole which I ripped open a little wider. Fiona audibly gasped in anticipation of what was to come! I eagerly buried my face into her fanny, alternating between lapping her juices up and giving her already swollen clitoris the attention it deserved. She came very suddenly, juddering and wrapping her nylon-covered legs around my head.

I had to fuck her! I swiftly got a condom on and inched my way in - she was so petite and tight, it was amazing. My problem in the past has been that condoms make me lose any sensitivity but right now, that was just fine. It meant that I was in no real danger of cumming too soon and could live out my fantasy just a little longer.

I could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter and then suddenly, my pelvis felt a warmth hit it as she gushed on my cock. It was a first for me and I loved it. I knew, however, that I was never going to cum with the condom on, so I pulled out and started to wank myself to completion.

"Cum all over me." Fiona said, "Cover me with your spunk"

I got off the bed and stood with her laid out in front of me, her nylon-covered toes tickling my balls through my tights. This was the final straw and with a grunt, I orgasmed. Eleven thick ropes of cum shot up her legs and hit her pelvis, soaking her tights from waist to toe.

"Jesus! Fucking hell, there's gallons of it!" she cried, "I knew from your videos that you came a lot but fuck me, not that much! You cum like a 14 yr old!"

I took that as a compliment and told her that that was the best sex I had ever had (truthfully, it was) and kissed her.

That was the only time we met. I have never worked again anywhere near where she lives, she eventually left the porn site and I honestly have no idea what became of her. I am very grateful, however, to her for grasping the nettle and leading me through my fantasy, the first of many I may add. Despite my career as a singer, I am shy and I am not sure whether I would have accelerated that situation quite like she did.

The problem with being a freelancer in the classical music world is that you meet lots of people but you don't always have time to make a connection. You can make a connection musically over a phrase of music, something that is one of the joys of what we do but, unless you are in an opera production for six weeks or so, getting to know someone well can be rather difficult.

I first met Sonia when we did a choral society gig out in the sticks a few years ago. I was intrigued by her - she had that "matter of fact" way about her that people seem to have who come from that part of the world. She also had a glint in her eye and that was what had attracted me, as well as two lovely perky breasts and an ass that made my cock twitch!

The next time we met was in London and there was a full week of rehearsals before two performances of a contemporary one act opera. It wasn't a high profile thing, so I hadn't checked to see who I was working with. At the first piano rehearsal, there was one empty chair as we started. I paid no attention to it, trying to get my head around the notes and settle into the music. Then the door flung open, and with flourish, Sonia entered the room.

"Soooo sorry that I am late, what have I missed?"

Well, I knew I had missed her! She looked stunning, in a short black dress, flowing silky blouse, nylons and heels. She sat down next to me and we went about our work.

Soon, it was time for a coffee break. Sonia came and sat down next to me and we made small talk - you know, "haven't we worked together before", "how's work been" etc. She was still so straight to the point and matter of fact but that glint was still there in her eye and with each crossing and uncrossing of her legs, I knew she was flirting with me.

"Where are you staying?" she asked.

"Oh, I have a AirBnB place not far from here - I couldn't afford a hotel in central London so I decided to go for a cheaper option. It's nice enough. You?"

"I am staying at a friends house - it is OK, not too far but she is there and she is boring. I like having fun." she said, again with that twinkle in her eye.

"Well, I am sure we can try and inject some fun into this week if we try hard enough, Sonia - don't you?" I said, hoping I wasn't being too forward.

"Oh fuck, yes please." she squealed, "I had better go back there tonight, but maybe tomorrow after the rehearsal?"

"It's a date." I said.

After that first rehearsal finished, I went back to my digs, stripped off and was in a brand new pair of tights in seconds, fantasising about my new Austrian friend and what might come of it. Two hours of edging and web-camming later, I shot a huge load over my chest for the entertainment of some random woman on a webcam room and went to sleep, disgusted with myself for what I had just done but also that I thought that I had any chance with Sonia the next day - who was I kidding?!

The following days rehearsal dragged by - the music was badly written, the speeds were all wrong and the conductor was some jumped-up little prick straight out of music college who thought he knew everything and that he was the next Simon Rattle. When things got bad, I just stared at Sonia's legs and heels, resplendent that day in a flesh coloured nylon and blue stilettos. I must have been away with the fairies by the very end of the day's rehearsals.

"Hey, silly - what are you staring at?" Sonia asked, waking me from my thoughts.

"Oh sorry, Sonia. I was miles away, you know, just staring into space."

"I thought for one moment that you had a thing for my legs?" she said, with her face looking at me intently.

"Well, now you mention it, they really are very beautiful and you always wear such lovely heels and nylons." I answered truthfully.

Her face went from a cod-serious frown to an open smile as she replied.

"Well, you can tell me more about my legs later. Where are we going? You promised me fun!"

"I want to go back and shower, so let's meet here in an hour and we can go and have a few drinks and decide what we might want to eat - OK with you?" I responded, giving me time to formulate a plan.

"Fine - I need to call my agent and speak to him about a few things so see you in an hour." Sonia said.

My plan was to shower but I also wanted to change out of my usual underwear and put some tights on under my jeans. I wanted that feeling of the nylon on my cock and balls as I spent the evening with Sonia, whether we managed to get together or not. If things didn't work out, at least I would have the knowledge that I was indulging in my fetish and the night would probably still finish off OK.

As it happens, putting tights on was just the right thing to do as that night was to turn out to be rather memorable indeed...

Our night started out in a little backstreet boozer, not far from the rehearsal place. Once we had got "shop talk" out of the way and finished slagging off the conductor, we were well into our third drink and starting to chat about our lives away from music. She was also married and her home was just outside Salzburg. While I was happy to chat about Salzburg and how lovely it was, she seemed to want to divert the conversation away from there.

"So, come on then, Mr.Daydreamer, why were you staring at my legs like that?"

"Oh, I really was miles away - no real reason. I meant what I said though, you have very beautiful legs and I love your stockings and heels."

"Oh, do you? Well I am sorry to disappoint you, they are not stockings but, how do you say it in English....in my country they are called strümpfhosen." she said.

"In this country they are called tights, but in the US, pantyhose." I replied.

"Yes, pantyhose!" she said.

Then she leant in to me and whispered.

"You know, I recently discovered that some men have a fetish for pantyhose - isn't that strange?"

I didn't know what to say other than to be honest and see what the outcome might be.

"I don't think it is strange but then I am biased as I have the same fetish. I am obsessed by them. How did you discover that some men have a fetish for tights?" I enquired.

"I was online and trying to decide between buying some Falke or Wolford pantyhose. I was reading some reviews when I noticed that many of the reviews were written by men. I then spent the next few hours looking at all sorts of naughty things on the internet. Some men like women in tights, other men wear tights themselves - tell me, David, which are you?"

I decided at this point not to tell Sonia everything and just stick to what might be considered, at least by some, a more socially acceptable answer. The twitching of my cock against the nylon under my jeans was telling me otherwise but I stuck to my plan.

"Oh, I love women wearing them." I responded quickly.

"So you weren't just daydreaming, were you - you were perving over my legs!"

She looked at me like a disapproving schoolteacher, but that glint was there in her eye!

"Yes, Sonia, I admit it, I was. They are absolutely gorgeous."

"That's better. Honesty is best. I think you know me enough now to know I like to talk straight, no bullshit, ja?"

Again, she leant in close and whispered in my ear.

"What I want is to finish these drinks, go back to your place and for you to fuck me now."

As you can imagine, I was a little taken aback but also suddenly as horny as I had ever been. Her blatant desire to be fucked had caused my cock to strain against my tights and I had to adjust myself. I lifted my bottom off my chair and tried to rearrange myself while trying to look nonchalant. It failed!

"Oh, so you agree to my plan, I see?" she said, staring at the bulge in my jeans, "Good - you did say that we would have some fun tonight. Let's go."

And with that she stood up and started putting her jacket on. Less than two minutes after she had called me out for daydreaming earlier, we were heading outside and on the way back to my digs with the promise of sex. I literally couldn't believe my luck.

It was pissing down outside. As luck would have it, a black cab was passing by so I hailed it and we jumped in. I sat on the backseat but Sonia chose to sit opposite me on one of the pull-down seats. There was me thinking we might start early, with a few kisses on the backseat of the cab, but she was having none of it,

"I like these chairs, they are fun!" she said.

I told the cabbie the address and as soon as we started moving, I looked across to Sonia to take in the vision in front of me. Shoulder length brown hair, piercing dark brown eyes, breasts that filled out her loose blouse, short skirt, flesh coloured tights and blue stilettos. As I lingered on those wonderful legs, she just grinned at me and uncrossed her legs.

As I had done in the pub, she lifted her bottom off the seat and pulled her skirt up a little and adjusted herself, meaning I could now see her pussy, mainly shaved but with a small landing strip of pubic hair, neatly framed in her tights.

"Oh I do love London - everywhere you look there is a view and a sight to see." she said.

She was toying with me, teasing me and making me lust after her even more!

"Look at it outside now, David - it is so wet!"

She was loving this, maybe as much as I was. As we went over the first of many speed bumps just before my AirBnB flat, she steadied herself by opening her legs even wider and squealing gently.

"Sorry, love." said the cabbie.

"That's OK." she replied, "I will be watching for bumps from now on." as she stared at my crotch.

Soon we had arrived at the place I was staying at. I had managed to get a flat all to myself, with a little balcony which had a view over the Thames. It wasn't cheap but it was close to where I needed to be and private.

As soon as we closed the door, Sonia was drawn to the door on to the balcony.

"Oh how lovely" she said, "it's a shame it is raining as I would love to fuck out there!"

My God, she was blunt and to the point but I found it a massive turn-on. Having imagined myself in this situation earlier (but not in my wildest dreams thought that it actually might happen) I had been to the local shops and got some supplies in.

"Champagne?" I asked.

"Oh, David - what a great idea. Have you got some chilling already? Had you planned this or did you buy some to drink on your own?"

"A man can dream, can't he?" I replied.

"Yes, he can." she answered, "Now where is your bathroom? I need to freshen up. Pour that champagne while I do that." she ordered.

As she disappeared down the hallway, I found two glasses in the kitchen cupboards and uncorked the champagne. My mind was whirling with thoughts as to what was going to happen next and what the sex would be like. My thoughts were totally on Sonia and what she was going to look like naked.

I was woken from my reveries as I heard her stilettos clipping along the hallway - I turned around holding her glass of champagne out of front of me to see she had freshened up alright. She was stood there in nothing but her heels and tights, hair cascading down over her shoulders and onto her chest, grinning from ear to ear.