The night my girlfriend discovered my fetish for nylons was the night we had sex for about the 4th time. We had been dating for a few months and I grew hornier each week that I was denied by her.
During this first few months, we would only have enough time to see each other on the weekends so I spent each week fantasizing about her pantyhose she had worn in the past. Every weekend, I hoped to see her dressed up in some sort of hosiery and that she would have enough time to fool around at my place. Unfortunately, each weekend passed uneventful.
There would be times where she would send me selfies during the week and she just happened to be wearing nylons or tights. These pictures kept me clinging onto my hope that one day, I'd get a chance to fuck her while feeling her sexy hose. However, the couple times that we had sex previously, she would remove her nylons completely as most women do before sex.
At this point in my life, I had only dated a couple girls. None of them were serious relationships and none of them ever wore hosiery.
I felt lucky to have met Sara. She was a petite, blonde 21 year old hipster. She typically wore nylons with her skirts and dresses as a way to accessorize.
Nylons were out of style so it was rare to meet a girl who incorporated hosiery into much of her wardrobe like she did.
The night my fetish was was revealed changed my life.
One Saturday night, we decided to go hang out near the airport to watch the planes come and go. She parked her SUV on a dirt path just off a road that was near the airstrip. We relaxed and cuddled in the back of her SUV with the hatch open so we could see the lights from the planes as they landed.
We were still the "honeymoon" phase in our relationship so it felt great just to cuddle but I couldn't help myself from getting a hard on thinking about what might happen next. I planned on gently rubbing her ass under skirt because I knew this turned her on. I didn't do so right away because I didn't want to come on too strong. I waited a few minutes and continued our chit chat between kissing.
A few minutes later, I decided it would be a good time to make my move. I intensified our kissing, breathing deeply and caressing the back of her head as we locked tongues. It was working as planned because she was pushing back and forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. I slid my other hand down her back slowly and lifted the edge her of her fluffy skirt, exposing her pantyhosed ass to the cool night air. She responded by letting out a quiet moan.
I ran my fingertips across her silky ass until I could cup her asscheek. Her perfectly round ass felt amazing in the sheer fabric. I began groping her cheeks and sliding my hand into her crotch, admiring the smoothness of her hose. Her pussy was already red hot underneath her panties. I was so mesmerized by her pantyhose clad ass that I didn't realize she was biting her lip.
"You know I like it when you play with my ass." She said. I smiled and we continued kissing. "Hold on." She said. She paused for a second to kick off her boots.
To be honest, I hated her boots. They weren't sexy at all. They were stylish in a "rocker" sort of way. They certainly matched her personality and her style which was a little bit punky. After kicking off her boots, she revealed her striped tube socks she typically wore underneath her boots on top of her nylons. She wore these to help keep her feet from sweating too much. I stared at her socks imagining myself ripping them off because they were a huge turn off. I wanted what was underneath them.
"Do you like my rainbow socks?" She said giggling. It was obvious I was staring. "They're cute." I answered. I ran my hand down the side of her leg to her sock, secretly caressing the silky black nylon fabric along the way. I toyed with the idea of taking them off but I was too afraid. I still wasn't sure about letting her find out my nylon/foot fetish. I wanted her to know so badly but I also wasn't sure how she would react. I decided not to remove them and realized shortly after that this might just be another night of regret and missed opportunities.
She climbed on top of me and pressed her breasts against me while we resumed making out. I unbuckled her bra while she took off her top.
The cramped interior of her car didn't offer much room but it allowed enough space to admire her pale, perky tits. She left her phone on to play music so the light from her screen bounced off her petite body. I rubbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples while she started to grind her pussy on me.
I massaged her silky thighs and hips underneath her skirt while she dry humped me. I expected that if we were to have sex this night, she would remove her pantyhose altogether so I didn't rush things. It felt amazing just being able to feel her warm skin inside her sexy hose.
"Did you bring a condom?" She asked. "Yea..." I replied disappontly. I started to reach for my wallet but she stopped me. "Wait, let's just play a little bit but don't get too excited. OK?" She added. I wasn't sure how long this was going to last because I was already rock hard.
