I have a pantyhose fetish. I always have. But then you know this about me, don't you? You have always known this. I know, it is no big secret. I don't know what it is about pantyhose that always turn me on so much, but ever since I was in Jr. High, I always remember getting turned on when ever the girls in school would wear them. I'm older now, more mature and more secure with my sexuality. Those who know me well, like you, know about my fetish for pantyhose and my interests in the worlds of Bondage, Humiliation, Femdom, and Sexual Role-play. But I do have a secret that no one knows about. Well, maybe my ex-wife, but she would never tell anyone. I am a sniffer.
See, I knew that would shock you! Oh don't try to hide it. I can see it in your eyes, even through those sunglasses of yours. It's true! I like to sniff! It is the sniffing that gets me excited the most. I know, I know, I seam gross and disgusting at first, but I got to tell you, there is no greater aphrodisiac then the smell of a woman's feet and sex once is has been soaked up in her nylons. It it really is innocent. I'm not one of those perverts who sneak into locker rooms or my sister's panty drawer. That is un moral, and subtracts I think from the sensation. No, I like with my lover, or Pantyhose Mistress, knows I am sniffing, and in fact encourages it, or even demands it. Unfortunately, until lately, I have only had the pleasure of mail-order used pantyhose. Oh, you would be surprised how many girls online are willing to sell pantyhose, panties, and even hold shoes for an extra dollar. Personally, I think it is a safer alternative to prostitution if you ask me, and there are LOTS of guys out there in the market. Ok, call them perverts if you want.
Anyway, back to my confession. What I'm trying to lead up to is this amazing girl I met up with over the internet. YES, she lives right here in the City! Here I thought the Emerald City was full of women who wouldn't be caught dead in nylons or stockings, but then I met Sabrina. She had the cutest voice over the phone, and sounded so hot. I thought I met her kind before, the kind that sound so hot and amazing until you meet them and they are pimply, greasy, toads. I know, rude, but true. Anyhow, she responded to and ad I posted on the
list
. You know which list, and if you don't by now then talk to you friend
Craig
. She first sent me an email asking me if I was still interested and serious. I replied to her honestly, that I was serious, but was sure I would never get a response because of my conclusion about Emerald City women and their bare leg complex. She cheerfully informed me that there were still some women out there that new how to be women, and how to appeal to the sexiest men out there, men like me,
leg-men.
She told me, she learned when she was a little girl how to get guys like me to do whatever she wanted, simply by wearing short skirts with the sheerest of nylons and spiky high heels. We became willing zombies to whatever she wanted. Lucky for us, she wasn't a vicious woman. I told her I liked her style and that I would really be in the market for her nylons. We set a price and a time. It was two weeks from that phone call. She said she wanted me to think about how soft and warm they were going to be after she pealed them off her legs right in front of me. She said she would wear them for two days straight and with out any panties underneath. She promised to be very careful, when she went to the toilet, the only thing I would smell was her SEX and her FEET and that was it. Maybe a little vanilla essence, but that would mix so wonderfully with her natural scents, she said. Like a sexual cocktail for my nose. I smiled and agreed, and for the last two weeks I was going nuts, highly aroused and wishing time would fly so much faster than it did. I would masturbate every night, think and wondering if she was wearing them that evening or that day? I never saw here before we met, not even a picture, except for her bare feet. She said she wanted me to guess what they would look like, all wrapped in her favorite undergarment, nylon.
Two weeks had finally past and she told me she would meet me in my office that afternoon after mostly everyone had gone home. It was a hot day, and she called to remind me of our appointment. I was at lunch with a friend, and had to be stealth-like about it. I told her I remembered and that I would see here that afternoon for sure. After that call, the rest of the day seemed go drag on much more slowly than the entire week before it. Every minute seemed to last eternity, and I just could not focus on what I was supposed to be doing. Finally the day ended and I waited by the windows on my floor, hoping to get a better look at her before she came upstairs. But, I must have missed her because she called me that moment and told me she was already in the lobby and on her way up. If one could sprint but still walk that was what I did. I wanted to greet her as she stepped off the elevator.
Oh my God, she was absolutely beautiful, with long curly black hair with a hint of deep purple in the light. She had perfect olive skin, and a thin little figure. She had on a red and white flower print sundress, which ended above mid thigh. She had on nude-color pantyhose with black stiletto round toed pumps, the kind you might see on a school-girl. I could smell the light trace of vanilla on her as she approached her, and I took her hand and kissed her knuckle very gently.
"I'm so pleased to finally meet you. You look so amazing!"
"Thank you," she smiled sincerely, grabbing her chest gently from the compliment I just paid her. I thought, either she was a very good actress or I sincerely did move her with my comment. Personally, I didn't really care either way; she was going to do something no-one in the past had ever done for me.
We walked down to my office, and I closed the door behind us. She smiled and took a seat.
"So, what do you do here?"
I told her my job, and she smiled.
"Wow, I bet the benefits are really nice?"
"Oh yes, I'll be using those benefits in about a month from now. I can not wait."
"Well, when ever I need to get away, I know who to talk to!"
"Oh yes, anytime."
