This took place in 1964... A time when the fashion called for women too wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe stockings, spike heel pumps/mules daily!
A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom!
A FANTASY STORY....
As she stood in her bathroom she could almost still feel his presence. Joan would know just were to look as she focused on the row of stockings that were laid out hanging on one of her bathroom towel rods. Several of her nylons were always in different stages of the hang to dry process. At first glance she didn't notice anything out of place, as always her stockings were placed perfectly in pair order, with her brown/beige stockings placed apart from her darker black/gray stockings.
That's when she spotted his mistake. There, on one of the stocking welts of the jet-black stocking was a shiny reflection of almost transparent silvery color. She picked up the delicate slippery stocking and ran it through her hands smoothly, slowly and very carefully. On the stocking welt, she spotted a very thin but still slightly damp stain, again there lower at mid calf, and larger stains on the dark reinforced heel and toes of the stocking. Joan was not surprised, as she knew the many weaknesses of men far too well, which had always excited her. This proof was all she needed to move forward with her plan.
With her new discovery she felt her own wetness begin to form between her legs and her breath quickened slightly, as Joan knew pre-cum stains when she saw them. Joan held the stocking to her face and picked up the faint pre-cum scent that was left there. She held back for a moment but she could not resist as she felt the overpowering urge to run her tongue against the damp seedy stains on her stockings.
Her mind raced with the thought of him in her bathroom, alone with the door locked and safe to do as he pleased with her stockings. How he must have held her stockings to his face as she was doing, how he stood there with his pants down around his ankles and began to slide her smooth stockings against and over his hard stiffening cock. Joan's breath deepened as she thought how he had to struggle too quiet his own deep breath and sounds of pleasure as he stroked his firm and sensitive shaft that was encased within the sheer nylon. How he must have been on the edge of orgasm often from the pre-cum markings all along her stocking. How he must have pulled her stocking away at the last second to spit his load wastefully into the toilet. How he must have been so frustrated to pull the sheer nylon away desperately wanting to unleash his full load of cum all over her glossy ultra sheer stockings.
As Joan looked closer to her row of stockings she then spotted something she almost missed, something that did surprise her. Her thought of an explanation on what she saw led to only one conclusion. A thought that surprising made her even more excited. Joan new from years of experience when stockings are dried after a washing they are still somewhat scrunched, not fully opened from being carefully hand wrung then placed on the towel rods to dry. One pair of stockings was fuller, more open than the rest, as if they had been worn then placed with great care back in perfect order with the others.
Joan knew not only did he fondle and jerk off with her stockings; he also had slipped a pair carefully up his own legs to complete his nasty deed. As careful as he was returning the stockings to their proper place with great detail not to get caught, this boldness act of wearing her nylons surprised her. His desire to also cross dress into stockings displayed that his weakness or fetish was even stronger than she expected.
It would not be the first time she would have fun with controlling a man that had a fetish for her stockings, or heels for that matter. The two always seemed to go together. She never met a guy with a strong stocking fetish that also did not have a high heel fetish.
Joan knew how to work them both, but this would be different. This was not just any other man she had met through her social life, or work, but a family member. This was Joan's young nephew David.
Joan's sister Jackie and her nephew David had just left from visiting. Like Joan predicted David could not keep his eyes off of her long shapely legs. She knew the poor young man suffered from his fetish badly, and like always David was waiting until the last minute before they left to use her bathroom to jerk-off from having that raging hard-on for hours.
Joan felt excitement and sensations deep in her belly that were moving quickly down to her loins. She felt her panties now fully damp, and her knees almost weaken with the thought of it all. Her handsome nephew David just turning eighteen had grown up fast. His young but strong athletic body excited her even more. Joan knew that at that age his hormones must have been going crazy, even more so suffering from such a strong and deep fetish. At that age David had to be jerking off and spit his seed daily. Such a waste of good sperm she laughed. Joan also knew it was time to teach the young man some women superiority lessons and discipline. Joan laughed to herself, knowing she held the key of control to David's weakness and fetish for stockings. The young man would not have a chance.
She could not wait to call and share her pre-cum stocking stained discovery with her sister. Even more so the new discovery of her nephew not only jerking off with her nylons in her bathroom, but asking her sister Jackie if she knew about her own son's submissive act of wearing stockings?
With only fourteen months in age difference between the sisters, they were often asked if they were twins. Both stood tall at 5'9" with stunning figures and legs to die for, as their girlfriends would say. The sisters were always very close even more so after the divorce of Jackie's husband years ago. As when younger they still shared the same wild streak in almost everything they did. The sisters always shared everything with each other and nothing was secret between the two. Anything dealing with sexuality had always been shared openly between them. They both still loved to share even the most intimate sexual date details with each other as they did early on when they both became sexually active. Jackie and Joan were both very dominating women. Both shared the very same woman superiority standards that they had learned from their mother while growing up. The sisters both joked often about either one of them loving to become a professional dominatrix. The sisters knew their shapely legs were their most powerful assets with men of all ages giving them the once over.
They always knew from experience just the right type of stockings to wear. Ultra sheer, very glossy full-fashioned seamed stockings with the big foot reinforcements that were so visual. Or if Joan ever wore seamless stockings they always had the big dark squared off reinforced heel and toe styles that made those nylon foot fetish men weak in the knees.
The sisters had learned from a young age that those stockings worked charms early on in high school and later in the work place, as well as in their social life. The sisters could spot a man with a stockings/heel fetish in no time, and knew just one sniff of their nylon foot or the scent of the damp leather soles of those well worn FM pumps would have him begging for more. One wiggle of a stocking foot under the nose of the weakest nylon footman would have him buying gifts upon gifts for them. Men with extreme fetishes are so weak, so easy. The sisters would often laugh at their simple feminine tools of power. Teasing the boys in school was one thing but teasing men was even more of a turn on.
