After reading about so many other stories about mainly men with a tights fetish, I have decided to tell you all about my own tights fetish from the start. Some people say they can remember the exact date that their own fetish started but I canât honestly remember when my attraction to nylon started.
As a typical young lad growing up, I started to get hold of old porn mags that were shared with a few mates. And even back then I always found the images of semi-nude women in stockings and so on a lot more of a turn on than fully nude women.
As I got a little older I started to find a few scratchy old VHS porn videos, and the videos with ladies in stockings and high heels, never failed to give me a raging hard on As a youngster I was lucky enough to look quite adult and grown up at an early age and I was also lucky enough to have a decent sized cock.
When I was about 18 years old. I used to go round a friendâs house regularly and his single mum was what we would now days call a MILF. She was a very beautiful woman and I always wondered why the husband had ever left her.
She was only at most five foot tall and she was very slim, with an incredible figure and lovely long flowing dark hair. Whenever I went round my mateâs house, she was usually in a sexy short skirt with her beautiful legs on show in stunning nylon and I guessed she worked in an office or something.
I could never keep my eyes of her sexy nylon clad legs and there were many times I struggled to hide my hard on from sight. And it didnât help matters when she quite often gave my shoulders a rub as she said âyou are a good looking ladâ and whenever I left the house, she would insist on a cuddle and quick kiss on the face, before I left.
I donât honestly know if she had ever noticed me gawping at her legs, but thinking back, Iâm guessing she did, but she never mentioned it. And of course as Iâm typing this out, I wonder if she ever realised that when I was at home in bed, I would be jerking my cock so hard thinking about her stunning sexy legs in those sexy tights.
But it was one early evening when I went round to see if my mate was home, just like I had done many times. I knocked the door as usual, and as usual his mum let me in the house. She told me to sit on the sofa while she made me a drink and I expected her to call my mate down from his bedroom.
She came back in and handed me a drink and then sat with me on the sofa. It was only then, that she told me that my mate was not there and wouldnât be home until the next day. And already I couldnât keep my eyes off her stunning legs in nylon as she sat with me cross legged in her pretty short skirt with a lot of nylon clad leg on show.
She said âyou donât mind sitting with me and keeping me company do you?â with a view like that and her being such a lovely friendly lady, it was impossible to say no and I said âOh err of course I can keep you companyâ
As we chatted about any old rubbish she turned kind of twisted round a bit facing me and her short skirt pulled tighter and tighter as it rode up showing even more of her beautiful legs in tights. I can remember thinking to myself that I was going to pull my cock off as soon as I got back home.
I almost shit my pants when she kicked her shoes off and spun herself round resting her back on the arm of the sofa and put her legs on my lap and said âOh give my feet a rub will you?â Her feet were tiny little things with painted toe nails under the nylon and my rock hard cock was already straining in my jeans.
I took her feet in my hands and gently started caress them and the feeling the sexy nylon against her feet was just incredible for me. She rested herself further back against the arm of the sofa as she said âMmm, youâre good at thatâ
Her legs were closed and flat as I rubbed one foot and ankle and then swapped to the other foot and ankle for a bit and then swapped back. I had an incredible view of her sexy legs but even though her skirt was short I couldnât see up it.
I was rubbing her foot furthest away from me when she moved her other leg right up against my stomach as if she was moving it to get comfortable, so now the bottom of her calf was right on my rigid cock straining in my jeans as she said quietly âyou donât mind rubbing my feet do you?â
I kind of stuttered out âErr, no not at allâ I could almost see her knickers up her skirt as she got herself comfortable and Iâm sure she was moving her leg feeling my rigid cock against the back of her leg.
Again she quietly said âMmm okay, youâre doing a perfect jobâ as she wiggled her back against the arm of the sofa getting herself slightly lower. But as she lowered her body, her knees lifted slightly so that her feet stayed in the same place.
Luckily her new position, just about lifted the back of her leg off my rigid cock straining in my jeans, and the other thing was that her short skirt rode up just that bit higher as she sank down and she made no attempt to pull it back down.