This took place in 1966. A time when the fashion called for women too wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe nylons, spiked heel pumps/mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom!
You little pervert! I jumped up, dropped the high heel pump in my hand that I had held over my nose and I turned around and found my beautiful older sister, Sharon standing in her bedroom doorway with her arms crossed.
I froze and was speechless. I thought I was safe and alone in the house. With my Mom having to work on Saturday's and I believed my sister had left to go shopping with her girlfriend. In my mind I had a couple of hours to myself.
Caught up in my excitement, obsession, and in need for sexual release I did not even hear my sister Sharon open the front door down stairs and come up the carpeted stairs to her room.
I felt my heart pounding in my chest and could feel my face turning beat red with embarrassment. I started to stammer and stutter trying to find words of forgiveness praying and begging to keep this from Mom. There I was in my sister's bedroom, on her floor with many of her stockings and heels around me jerking off with one of my sister's nylon stockings pulled over, up and around my hard cock. Adding to my humiliation, I was also wearing a pair of her stockings and smelling one of her spiked heel pumps.
"How long were you standing...." I stuttered.
"Never mind that!" she snapped before I could finish my question. "Long enough to see my little pervert brother getting ready to cum on my stockings!" She yelled, her face turning red.
Sharon was loving but also always very strict, and almost cruel with me in her demanding ways. I knew I was in for it!
"I knew it! I knew you were getting into my nylons! I found some snags and
pre-cum stains on my nylons you little stocking pervert! I knew if I snuck back
home I would catch you! Oh my god your wearing my stockings and
smelling my heels!" she cried.
I see you always looking at my legs and feet and running into the bathroom to jerk off! Then always finding my nylons in my drawer a mess and my new ones not folded right in the boxes. I knew it I just knew it!" she repeated.
As she slowly walked into the room toward me I pulled off her stocking that was over my hard-on letting it fall to the floor. I tried to cover up my erection with both hands and felt the nylons I was wearing fall and gather below my knees. Her ultra sheer nylon legs swished, and the sunlight from the bedroom window made them sparkle as she walked toward me; her ankles wiggled from her pointed toe, tall, black, four inch stiletto, spiked heels as they dug deep into the carpet.
As she approached me, I stepped backward until I was up against her dresser with her blocking my exit from her room. She stopped and stood with her hands on her hips and her legs spread slightly. Wearing those tall four inch spiked heels she stood taller than I did, which added to the power that she knew she had over me in my submissive, begging for mercy state. She was dressed in her usual sluty style that she was known for, and it always gave me boners. Her skirt was so tight I could see the marks of her garter tab welts and knew where her stocking tops ended. Her skirt being so short I could just start to see the beginning of her shiny black stocking tops even though she wore very long stockings.
Just turning eighteen I was dealing with my life long passion and fetish for nylons.
My older sister did not help my obsession. She was nineteen looking like twenty four, tall, drop
dead gorgeous with legs of a model. She was always getting into trouble with our
Mom about the way she dressed but did not care. And loved the attention she was
getting from all the men. Her best friend, Sue dressed the same and both of them had a bad reputation already for being sexually active. Between my sister Sharon and Sue, both of them drained me. If I was not jerking off to my sister's legs I was jerking off to the thought of Sue's.
She starred at me up and down and she was close enough for me to smell her perfume and the hair spray in that classic tall beehive hairstyle she wore. With her heavy dark eyeliner I could see her eyebrow rise and the stern frown on her face turn into a more controlling smile.
"Please," I begged, "you're not going to tell Mom are you? I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" my sister asked.
"Yes please, anything your ask, Sis!" I promised.
My sister removed her arms from her hips and pointed one finger at me.
"Your mine! You hear me your mine! You owe me big time! From now on you do as I command! Half of your allowance is mine for doing these nasty things to my stockings and you will buy all of my nylons from now on! You understand me?"
"Yes, oh yes I understand! Anything you want I promise!" I whimpered in front of her.
"Good, we understand each other then!" she said.
With that same controlling look on her face she turned and walked to one of her dresser drawers and fumbled for a moment through her lingerie pulling out a black short open bottom girdle. It had 6 garters attached to it with a side zipper.
She walked back over to me and held it out on one of her fingers and said "Finish!"
I stammered once again with question to her offering.
"Finish jerking off in front of me you little nylon pervert! I want to see you cum, I want to laugh at your male weakness for my stockings and heels!"
She looked at my stockings now hanging lose around my ankles. "If your are going to wear my stockings you must wear them right. Put this girdle on, and don't act like you never have worn it before. I have found some crusty pre-cum stains on it. I know you have been into my lingerie drawer's before.
"Well, haven't you?"
With my face still red I lowered my head not to look into her eyes, "Yes, yes I have!" I confessed.