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Slut Wives and Fishnets go together like diamonds and pearls! There is nothing quite as exhilarating as sitting at the edge of my bed.... rolling the thigh highs up my firm thighs. Finally reaching the top...feeling them hug my upper thigh always brings a smile to my face. Knowing that I am dressing this way for a reason... a purpose...a fantasy...

I like to think that if a picture tells a thousand words then a thousand words can spur a million fantasies! To keep those fantasies as well as libidos growing your resident, slut wife has included a sexy, stocking and leg fetish story to accompany this set entitled, Fishnet Temptations!

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Stocking & Leg Fetish Story:

It may be a stereotype - and most likely an undeserved one - but we men usually do make fun of our women when they go shopping. We groan and roll our eyes, wincing at the thought of our depleted checking accounts and/or huge balances on credit cards, even if our ladies earn their own paychecks and have every right to shop as much as they want. We call them shopaholics, a sort of humorous term of endearment, as far as we're concerned. We don't mean any real harm by it. I suppose it's the same way women feel about our fascination with sports or the television remote. And while we know this is wrong, we still do shake our heads sadly when our wives or girlfriends head off to the mall. Some of us even get chills and hyperventilate when our honeys get to shopping. It's something we men just have to learn to live with. Still, the fear strikes deep and frigid. There's no horror movie or novel that can strike as much fear into a man's heart as a woman with plastic money spending a day at the mall, is there?

While I know full well that Kelly isn't your typical mall addict, I still kidded her one sunny Saturday last month when she announced plans to zip on over to the local mall and "shop away the day." I used all the usual shopaholic quips and comments, asking her politely not to send us to the poorhouse, telling her that if she shopped too long and with too much conviction we might have to take out a second mortgage to pay for her spree. You know, the usual. In true Kelly form, she just shrugged it all off with a smile and a peck on my cheek. But as she left, purse in hand, I saw a little twinkle in her eyes, a look of "If only you knew." I wasn't sure if that meant I should worry about our finances or not, but I thought not. As I said, Kelly's as responsible a shopper as they come. She's not the least bit frivolous, and probably a better shopper than myself as far as buying things purely on a whim.

I had my own chores to do, errands to run and whatnot, so I eschewed the mall thing and stayed home to work my poor knuckles to the bone, making only short, out of house trips to pick up whatever supplies I needed. I'm not one for malls, anyway. Too many people salivating over the same items, or kids hanging around because they've nowhere else to go. Nope...not my scene. I guess in that respect us fellas should THANK our women for wanting to do our shopping for us. If it isn't Home Depot, we don't wanna be there.

When Kelly had said she was going to shop away the day, I had no idea she meant just that. She'd left around eleven in the morning, and at four that afternoon she still wasn't home. All shopaholic joking aside, I was beginning to get worried...and it had nothing to do with finances. When a loved one is overdue, all sorts of scary thoughts crawl through our brains, even some pretty way-out scenarios, one in a million possibilities. The human mind can dredge up some pretty horrible stuff.

But I needn't have worried. Around four-thirty my lady love finally made her grand appearance. I was in the garage just plugging in the weed-whacker to recharge it, when the garage door hummed to life, opening and letting in the bright afternoon sunlight. Kelly's Toyota seemed exhausted as it sighed its way into the bay opposite mine. I could swear I heard it say, "Oh, thank God," as it came to a stop. With an amused chuckle, I thought it must be a MALE Toyota, as a female one would have ENJOYED the day's shopping spree.

To my surprise, my lovely lady disembarked from her sighing auto with about a half dozen small bags in a single hand. They were each about the size of the tiny plastic bags you get from a greeting card store when you've purchased a special occasion card for someone. That was it...just the five or six small, flimsy bags. No huge clothing boxes, no shoe boxes, no unwieldy packages or bags large enough to fit Santa AND his entire team of reindeer in. I was shocked! Five hours of shopping and only those few tiny bags to show for it. I mean, I always knew Kelly was a responsible shopper, but I never expected THIS from a multiple hour mallfest! I was afraid she might even lose her membership card in the W.W.S.O. (women's worldwide shopping organization)! I even jokingly made that comment to Kel later. She simply smiled and shook her head, rolling her eyes as is her habit when she thinks I've said something inane.

After plugging in the thirsty weed-whacker, I stood and walked over to Kelly, who was busy brushing the wrinkles out of her skirt. When she saw me bending over to kiss her, she tilted her head up and let me peck her luscious lips. Her face had a pleased look on it, though not from my kiss. Rather, she was eminently pleased with her modest purchases.

"Are you okay?" I asked with a bewildered look on my face.

"Of course," she said, looking just as bewildered back at me, "Why wouldn't I be?"

I looked at the bags in her hands. "Over five hours shopping, and that's all you've got? Oh, wait...let me guess. You have an entire new kitchen in the trunk, right?"

"Wise ass," she said, "It so happens that I knew what I was shopping for today. I had specific items in mind. For your information, I didn't browse the mall at all, but went right for the stores I was interested in. So there."

Now I was even more confused. "You knew exactly what you wanted and where you needed to go...AND went only to those places. So what took five hours? If you only went to certain specific stores..."

Kelly immediately adopted that motherly look all women get when they feel their husbands are in need of some "educating". She shook her head and smiled, as if she was talking to a six year old.

"If you must know, Mr. Nosey, I spent a good deal of time in those few stores, buying only what I wanted, picking and choosing exactly the right items. I had some very specific ideas of what I was looking for. I wanted to make sure I got something....special. And," she added, "those stores didn't have everything I was looking for, so I took a couple of side trips. But between about five different stores - not all of which were at the mall, I remind you - I found everything I was searching for." Her face actually glowed with how pleased she was with the day's shopping coup.

I was intrigued now. It sounded as if Kelly was being deliberately vague. "What was so special that you had to take so long making up your mind...and visit so many stores? And what were the other stores...outside the mall, I mean?" My multipart question seemed to fall on deaf ears...or maybe just uncooperative lips.

"My, aren't we just full of questions today?" She looked directly into my eyes, but said nothing more about it, purposely evading my queries. She was determined to keep her purchases a safely guarded secret. My curiosity got the better of me, and I reached for one of the bags, to peer inside.

Kelly slapped my hand. "There will be none of that," she said, grinning. "You just get cleaned up for dinner. I'm making some pasta." Then she leaned up against me, whispering as she kissed my lips, "I want to load you up with carbs so you'll have lots of energy for later. I think you'll be needing it." Her eyes sparkled...always a good sign.

When she kissed me again, I took advantage of the opportunity to once more try to peek into one of the bags. Again I got slapped. "Silly boy...do you think I'm not aware of your sneakiness? You'll see what's in the bags. But it'll have to wait until after dinner. Like I said, I want you loaded up with energy. Trust me, hon, you'll be happy for the energy. Actually, so will I," she winked, pulling away from me.

I pouted, hoping for some sympathy, but received none. Kelly only smiled and walked away, winking twice more...once as she turned away, and again as she walked through the doorway leading into the house. I had no idea what my lady love was planning, but I had a deep down feeling I was going to like it. She was rarely secretive like this, and it almost always ended up being for the most delicious reasons. I could only hope such was the case again. My interest was truly piqued. I noticed myself smiling with great anticipation as I watched the door close behind her.

Kelly kept feeding me pasta. She just about forced extra helpings down my gullet. And she made little comments throughout dinner, like "Eat up. The pasta should give you long-lasting energy. Lots of stamina." And always the added enticing comment, "You're gonna need it." She spent more time smiling and winking than I'd seen in a long time from her. She's always happy and cheerful, but this time she seemed to be beside herself with some sinister glee at whatever she was planning. I would've had to be a total dunce not to know it had to have SOMETHING to do with sex. It wasn't just wishful thinking on my part, either. Kelly was being about as obvious about it as she could possibly be. I found myself squirming in my chair throughout my dinner. Kelly just ate her meal seductively and smirked knowingly, all too aware that she was driving me crazy. She loves to do that.

Finally, dinner was over. But Kelly prolonged my agony. She told me to sit and watch something on television while she cleaned up. She said she didn't want me all weighed down with food in my stomach, so I should let everything digest while she washed the dishes. But before letting me leave the table she kissed me hard on the mouth, a long, sensual kiss that got my interest...in spades! She whispered in my ear, "The show will start in one hour. Do NOT fall asleep." When I started to make a comment, she placed an index finger on my lips, stifling it. She withdrew her finger and lightly pecked my lips, emphasizing "One hour...don't go to sleep." After that "show starts in an hour" enticement, I ask you, what man could possibly have fallen asleep? Unless, of course, his testosterone has somehow been surreptitiously removed, or neutralized in some insidious way.

I have no clue what I watched on the tube. Although I was staring at that glowing box for the better part of an hour, not one picture or word registered in my brain. My mind was racing with thoughts of what Kelly was planning. Like any normal man, I was concocting all sorts of wild fantasies of hedonistic sex. My mind even produced kinky scenarios, involving items that Kelly might have bought. I'm not even into some of the things my psyche drummed up, but that didn't matter. My brain was in hyperdrive, and anything I thought of made me swell down there below my navel. I never knew an hour could crawl by so damn slowly.

When she finally finished the dishes and had cleaned the table and kitchen counters (Hmmm.....was she deliberately stalling...trying to make me squirm with anticipation? If so, it was working very well), my lady walked out into the living room, grinning.

"Oh," she said, "just making sure you haven't dozed off."

"No way," I replied, "I'm too keyed up to see what you're up to."

"Good. That's what I was hoping for. Between the pasta and those raging hormones of yours I think this is going to be LOTS of fun. Now you just stay put. I'm going to go into the bedroom and get ready. No peeking now, or I'll call the whole thing off. Understood?"

There's no way I wanted this called off, whatever it was, so I gave her the scout's honor sign and crossed my heart about seventy-five times...give or take. I think I threw in a few "honest injun" signs, too...I'm not sure. Anyway, Kelly smiled and walked away, her hips swaying delightfully as she headed down the hall to our bedroom.

I sweated and squirmed for the entire fifteen minutes she was gone. But when I next saw her, I squirmed even more. I drooled in my lap. One of my eyeballs may have popped out, I can't be sure. It was certainly possible since my eyelids had just about withdrawn into my head, making my eyes open wider than they'd ever done before. And if my eye did pop out, I popped it back in quickly, because I did NOT want to miss this!

Emerging from the dimness of the hallway, my luscious Kelly was simply glorious to behold. She strutted boldly into the living room wearing just three things...a pair of sheer, nylon, see-through natural skin-tone panties, barely large enough to cover her pubic triangle; a pair of thigh high stockings, the same natural color and equally as sheer; and a pair of crystal clear, see-through high heeled pumps. Nothing else. My penis nearly tore through my pants. I must've looked like a school boy mooning over his sexy, eighth grade teacher. My body wanted to lunge forward and make passionate love to Kelly immediately, but at the same time it was weak and threatening to melt into a puddle of goo. Quite the conundrum.

"You like?" she asked coyly.

I mumbled something unintelligible, but my vigorous nodding got my point across. Kelly laughed.

"Then you're going to just love the rest of the show," she said, another wink heading my way. That was when she held up the five bags from her shopping spree. With a grin she jiggled them and said, "I'm going to try on, right in front of you, all these sexy stockings I bought today. Then, dear boy, I'm going to let you look at them up close, touch them, kiss them, feel them all over you...each pair, one by one. Since you showed me not too long ago what a twisted little stocking slut you really are, I figured you just might enjoy this. And I'm sure I will, too. I spent all day finding these for you. That's what I did for YOU. After you enjoy these sexy items on me, YOU'RE going to do for ME! And do, and do, and do. Oh, yes...that pasta had better kick in big time."

Slowly, tantalizingly, she walked - no, sashayed, bold and brazen as you please - up to me, standing directly in front of me, hands on hips. I could only stare. I would've drooled again, I'm sure, but it appeared all my drool was used up for the moment.

"Touch me," Kelly whispered, "feel me all over. Run your hands anywhere you want, nuzzle anyplace you like. Smell the nylon....and me. Do whatever you like, baby...Carte Blanche." She leaned forward so that her free swinging breasts dangled hypnotically in front of my face, the nipples hardened. "Come on, honey...just feel this smooth, sexy nylon. Touch it and kiss it. I'm all yours. And when you're through, I've got even sexier nylons to try on for you."

One hand reached for a silky thigh. The other found the skimpy panties and burrowed beneath them. Kelly came forward and straddled my legs, leaning close. My face nuzzled in her cleavage, flared nostrils inhaling her scent. From there my mind turned to mush....but that didn't stop my hands and mouth from busying themselves all over my sexy lady. Nor did my entranced state lessen the throbbing between my legs. I sighed and moaned as I sniffed and touched and kissed every part of Kelly within reach...which was every succulent of her. As I kissed and licked Kelly's ample mams - taking special delight in her stiffened, pleading nipples - my hands roamed both nylon and flesh. She flipped her long, blonde hair up and over her head, so that it then cascaded down over my head and shoulders, and down my back. As my hungry mouth roamed at will from breast to breast, it seemed as if her golden tresses were alive, imprisoning my head, pulling it forward, trapping my hot lips against her heaving bosom.

My hands enjoyed her nyloned thighs and the short, soft curls that called to me and enticed my fingers within the confines of the gossamer panties. They wanted to explore everywhere at once. Kelly's sighs were like music to my ears even through the pounding of my own quickened pulse. As my mouth was busy on her nipples, I found myself gasping heavily through my nose, my chest heaving in rapid, shallow bursts. Kelly's chest likewise heaved, but her hands tight around my head held my sucking mouth firmly in place against the softness of her chest.

I rubbed her warming mound beneath the silky nylon of her panties with a slow, deliberate hand. My other eager paw slipped under the larger bit of nylon covering her left cheek. The sensation of her soft ass flesh against my palm and the smooth nylon gliding along the back of my hand was an incredible treat. I squeezed her cheek in my building passion. But it was the sensation down lower, where my left hand had found her lightly carpeted treasure beneath moistening nylon, that most aroused my senses...and led to confining discomfort between my legs.

While my searching fingers had happily explored Paradise, Kelly swooned, bringing her hands around to my jaw and forcing my head upward so she could kiss me passionately on the mouth. That kiss took my breath away. Throughout that mind-melting kiss, her hips swayed at first, and then she climbed up on the sofa, still straddling my legs. Never once removing her mouth from mine, she started rotating her hips in a circle, forcing my hands on her sex and her behind to try to keep up. Not to worry...I managed admirably.

Suddenly, Kelly took her mouth away from mine, and with glistening eyes locked on my pleading ones, she whispered to me, "Not so fast, hon. Let's take our time, make this last all night. But, here's the deal. For every sexy stocking ensemble I try on for you, you have to remove one piece of clothing. So, off comes the shirt!" Immediately, hands that had moments earlier been holding my head willing captive began clawing at my shirt, tugging it from beneath the waistband of my pants and ripping it up and off of me. "There," she said, "much better."

Reaching down, Kelly removed my hands from beneath her panties. I could see she was flushed with excitement, eager to get on with things. It was also apparent that she wanted to entice and titillate me further...get on with the "show." As she moved away from the sofa, she winked at me yet again...but my eyes were focused on the wet patch on her brand new, sexy panties.

Kelly walked seductively, hips swaying, over to the chair. Slowly, oh so slowly, she bent down, slipping the nylon panties down, inch by inch, over the cheeks of her ass, down her hosed thighs and calves, off her feet. Once on the floor, she kicked them with precise aim back at me. They landed in my lap. I picked them up and held them to my lips, kissing them as I watched my lady love turn and sit on the chair, kicking off her pumps. She watched me nuzzle her panties for a moment, smiling with satisfaction, and then began slowly slipping off her stockings.

When she lifted one leg and started sliding the first stocking down thigh and calf, I watched as if in a hypnotic state. Slowly the nylon glided down her perfect skin, almost as reluctant to relinquish its hold on Kelly's succulent flesh as I myself usually am. But it was the time between completing the stocking removal on the first leg and beginning the baring of the second, that most captured my attention. With the already bared leg splayed to one side, she lifted her other leg and seductively stroked the sheer nylon with her hands, up and down her thigh and calf. At first I watched this erotic play, but then my eyes caught a glimpse of her downy treasure as she raised her leg up high. It glistened wetly, calling to me, pulling me to it. For a moment, sexy hosiery was forgotten as I stared at Kelly's most enticing physical asset.

Always aware, Kelly noticed the objective of my glassy gaze. The leg she had raised in the air she now rotated to the side, spreading her legs wider for my benefit. Putting her foot on the chair, she slowly removed the stocking down to her ankle. Then she slid her foot toward her again, placing it directly in front of her naked pussy. She slipped the stocking over her heel and toes and then proceeded to rub it tantalizingly along her shiny slit. I was so held captive by those seductive acts that I wouldn't have heard a canon going off directly beside me.

Kelly rubbed the stocking between her legs for several minutes - between them, along her inner thighs, over her sparse triangle and along her belly. I watched every minute move. I felt as if my jaw was hanging open and perhaps my tongue was lolling out of it, but I had no power to alter those circumstances, even if I'd wanted to. My gorgeous wife was totally nude, sitting provocatively on a chair not more than ten feet away from me...and my eyes feasted on the sweetest part of her.

Sadly, my lady's legs closed. My view of Heaven was gone. In it's place I saw another adorable sight. Kelly's finely sculpted ass again filled my field of vision as she stood up and turned around, bending over deliciously as she fumbled through another bag. My eyes worshipped every curve of her ass as she searched the bag's contents. From that bag she finally pulled but a single object. With great effort, and will power I never thought I had, I pried my lecherous eyes from Kelly's rump and the moist tuft beneath it to see what she was doing next.

With her back still to me, she lifted the object over her head, and it seemed to slide down her arms and swallow her. It glided smoothly and swiftly down her arms and settled itself on her shoulders. Kelly tugged at her long blonde tresses, lifting them up and over the object after it had settled. Thin straps clung to her shoulders. Beneath those straps, attached to them, ultra-sheer nylon flowed loosely - though not so loosely as to disguise my love's beautiful curves - about her body from just below her underarms to about the middle of those incredible cheeks. The weave was finely...very finely...netlike.

"You like?" Kelly asked, keeping her back to me but turning her head to see the expression on my face. "It's a lovely thing, isn't it? It's a fishnet chemise. What do you think?"

Seeing that I was incapable of speech at the moment, she turned around slowly and again swayed erotically over to me. Standing again directly in front of me, she turned full circle, letting me view her naked body loosely encased in the nylon chemise from every angle. Kelly's succulent form, barely hidden from view, soft and sweet beneath clingy fishnet nylon. The ultimate tease. All her charms laid out, almost bare, yet with a thin layer of the silkiest material keeping me from them. Except...except for the fact that it hung on her like a skirt, open at the bottom. In my building lust, I leaned forward and reached for the hem of that enticing chemise and began to lift it up to touch my lady's warm skin.

Kelly grabbed both my hands with hers. She lowered my hands to my knees, holding them there for a bit. Looking me in the eyes, she said, "Not so fast, honey...it's your turn now. Off with the shoes.

I do believe I had my shoes off in less than five seconds. And not once during their removal did I look away from Kelly's supple curves...or her nipples as they pouted through the nylon...or her light, beautiful pubic triangle. So mesmerized by the sight of her was I that I continued to try to remove my shoes after they'd long since already been removed.

Kelly once again straddled me, sitting on my lap, facing me. She took my hands and slid them under the bottom of the chemise. I took over from there, as she knew I would. Again I felt up her gorgeous ass. I grabbed it and fondled it with greedy fingers as she leaned forward to again kiss me passionately. From behind, my hands once more sought out, and captured, her sex, feeling it's steamy warmth. We sighed into each others mouths. But, alas, as my hands roamed under nylon on soft, warm flesh, touching all of Kelly's favorite spots (and mine), Kelly again wanted to hold off. Seeing the disappointment in my eyes as she pulled away, she reminded me, "Don't worry, honey...as soon as I try on a few more sexy nylons for you you'll be totally naked, and then the fun will REALLY begin. Just hang in there. This is as tough on me as it is on you. But, in the end, it'll be worth it."

That didn't help my situation any, but I knew she was right. When we finally got to the lovemaking, we'd probably kill each other. But, hey, what a way to go! Death by fornication! Well, it's something to aspire to anyway. It's always good to have a goal, fatal or not.

Still, my heart sank and my penis throbbed as Kelly swayed seductively away from me. My hands still reached out for her, fingers wiggling needily. I didn't really care how I looked...I just wanted my hands and mouth and ... other parts ... all over my lady with no further delays or interruptions.

This time Kelly turned her head to grin at me coyly, her lush lips sucking the tip of her index finger as she wiggled her bottom in my direction. And let me just add here, for the sake of any fellas reading this, that Kelly has one of THOSE asses. You know the type...round, soft, smooth...the kind you wanna grab and squeeze and fondle and kiss and nibble and nuzzle your face in like a soft roll of Charmin bathroom tissue. The kind of rear you wanna play with and give hickeys to. Maybe you'd even want to have that soft derriere under your head for the most delicious of pillows as you sleep on it all night through. Yeah...it's THAT sexy. Whether it's bare or stuffed into tight jeans, it always makes me sweat if my eyes ever happen to be lucky enough to lock onto it. Anyway, you get the picture. So, when she wiggles it at me, it's instant erection time...as if I didn't have one of those already.

As she slipped the thin straps off of her shoulders and let the transparent chemise drift feather-like to the floor she remained grinning at me. I watched the flimsy nylon float from her shoulders down her back, glide over her glorious cheeks, ski gracefully down her thighs and calves, to land softly around her feet. My eyes followed it every inch of the way. And Kelly's eyes followed mine ever downward.

As she kicked aside the chemise, she woke me from my trance. "Off with the socks now, sweet cakes. I'm going to have you help me with my next nylon treat. I think you'll really like this one. I never even knew these existed until today. Shows you how sheltered my life has been."

I tore off my socks. One quick tug on each foot. I had no patience for any other method of clothing removal. And I stared at my naked Kelly as I removed them, not once even looking in the general direction of my sock-removing hands. When my right sock became obstinate and briefly clung to my foot, my hand ripped at it with profound agitation. As I said, I was in a hurry to move things forward to their desired outcome, and a stubborn article of clothing had no place in my world at that particularly heated moment. If it hadn't finally relinquished its hold on me when it did, I'm sure I'd have torn it into a billion tiny fragments within another few seconds.

Chuckling at my bitterly fought battle with my sock, Kelly turned around to face me, then sat her pretty naked ass down on the chair. Again she rummaged in her bag of sensual delights. She pulled out something that looked dark brown in its original state, but which became more of a transparent chocolate color as it was stretched. It looked to be an ordinary pair of sheer, chocolate brown pantyhose, but "ordinary" was not the proper word to use when describing them at all.

"Mmmm....down to your pants and skivvies now. I like that. Now come here and help me put these on." She dangled them in front of her, letting me get a good look at them, all the while grinning from ear to ear.

I was alongside the chair by the time the word "on" had left Kelly's lips.

"Sit right there on the floor, hon. I'm going to get these started, and then I want YOU to finish putting them on me. All right, cutie?" She leaned down and tickled my chin. Then, as a last minute thought, she reached out the hand that held the pantyhose and rubbed the silky nylon along my cheek. My chest heaved and my eyes fluttered. Admiring my adorable goddess, feeling the cool, sleekness of the nylon against my skin...it was all so incredibly erotic.

By the time I realized the nylon was no longer caressing my face, Kelly had already gotten one leg encased in the sheer hosiery. Only then did I realize what an incredible optical illusion nylon could be. What was once dark brown in its unstretched state, became the sheerest light chocolate hue as it stretched to follow the contours of Kelly's foot and calf. It was so sheer that I thought the nylon would just disintegrate on her leg and float into the air like so many microscopic nylon dust particles. Her leg was gorgeous in that gossamer material. It made me light headed just to see it stretched out along that shapely limb.

Kelly's fingers dragged the nylon slowly up the first leg, lifting it straight out and high into the air as her fingers pulled the light material upward. When the nylon was stretched taut from toes to knee, her hands slowly ran up and down her calf, ostensibly to even out any wayward wrinkles that dared to mar its pristine smoothness, but more likely to entice my eyes to admire every curved inch of her nyloned calf.

"You do the other leg," she smiled, handing the still wadded portion of the brown hose to me.

I looked up into her gleaming eyes and took it from her. I felt a gratitude I could never express as I looked lovingly back into those pretty orbs. She bent her other leg, twisted it to the side a bit, and aimed her foot in my direction, toes scrunched downward. As I've seen women do before, I rolled the nylon up so that all of it was balled into my palms except the toe portion, which I pushed down over her painted toes. Kelly smiled, wiggling her toes once they were completely covered by the nylon, working them all the way to the tip. I stretched the end of the hose tight across her toes, despite the wiggling going on there.

I then stretched the nylon back over her foot, along the sole and instep, slowly stretching the rolled material tight as I went along. After getting the nylon past her heel, I had to change my position, so I moved around to the side of her leg. From that angle I could then unroll and stretch the sheer hose up her calf, which I must admit I rather enjoyed immensely. Kelly again held her leg out straight and lifted it skyward, giving me luscious calves and thighs to adorn in the feathery light material. Not only was this leg lift incredibly sexy, but it also aided me in stretching the nylon along her leg. I couldn't help but sigh as I slid the pantyhose inch by inch up her thigh. When I'd completed stretching the nylon about to mid thigh of the leg I was working on, I then realized that, this being pantyhose, I had to continue where Kelly had left off at the knee of her other leg. I was only too happy to oblige. From that gorgeous knee upward, I completed the task of getting both legs of the pantyhose to the middle of Kelly's thighs. Since she was sitting, I could go no further, but I was too busy ogling her sheer, silky legs to care just then. Besides absent-mindedly admiring her sexy legs, I also allowed myself to admire my own handiwork. Not only did I pride myself on a job well done, but I reveled in the joy I'd gotten from doing it. Watching HER do it was one thing, but doing it MYSELF was another entirely. As my eyes admired and adored her encased legs, my cock whined and growled for freedom down between my legs. It was like a raging rhino stamping the earth and snorting, preparing to charge.

As if all that wasn't erotic enough, Kelly now suddenly stood up, facing me. There I was, kneeling on the floor before her, my hands holding the remainder of her pantyhose as she stood in front of my glazing eyes. Directly in front of those sweating eyeballs was her luscious pussy. I didn't want to cover that beautiful prize with anything at all - never, ever, ever - not even sheer nylon, but I sadly realized it must be done if I was to complete my given task, dressing my sexy Kelly in her new, sheer pantyhose. So, with tears in my eyes, I sighed and prepared to hide that impressive slit beneath nylon. Just as my hands began to tug upward on the hose, my lady love spoke.

"Now, honey....stop staring and get my pantyhose all the way up. It's okay...you'll see. No need to be so sad, I promise."

I was forced to stand in order to stretch the pantyhose the rest of the way up over her hips and buttocks. It didn't take me long to realize that these were no ordinary pantyhose, no matter how sheer they might be, for, miraculously, as I stretched them waistward, the material seemed to fall apart, leaving huge gaps at the belly and rump. What precious boon was this?! There was only nylon along the outside of the hips going up to the waistband. Everything else, from navel clear around to the cheeks, was devoid of nylon! My hands trembled and my chin dripped sweat as the reality sunk into my brain. Kelly giggled excitedly.

"They're called suspender pantyhose," she said, her eyes wide and giddy. "They're crotchless, as you can see. Aren't they just delicious?!" She twisted from side to side, letting me see both the "suspender" strips along the hips and the open areas to the front and back. Ignoring the strips, I focused on the bare mound and naked behind. Oh, what rapturous joy!

I couldn't answer her. Instead of slipping out of my mouth as drool, my saliva somehow pooled on my tongue and then slid down the back of my throat. I didn't gag, exactly, but speech of any kind was downright impossible. I had to keep swallowing to keep from choking. Kelly took this, and rightfully so, as a sign of my approval. I swear she was so pleased that if I HAD gagged on my own spit Kelly would've giggled with glee.

Throughout all of my ogling and semi-choking, my hands were still doing their level best to stretch out the nylon at Kelly's waist, wanting to complete their task so I could get on to the rest of my mission...that being the ravaging of my nylon-clad yet nearly naked vixen. It was as my fingers finished their fumbling at her waist that I felt hands on my shoulders, pressing downward with formidable force.

"Oh, honey," Kelly sighed, "kiss and lick my nylon covered thigh. Real slow and sensual. And while you do that, reach back and rub my cheeks. I know you like that."

I was going to answer with a hearty "Yes, ma'am," but in a blinding flash of speed I was back on my knees, my lips already making contact with that silky thigh. As I kissed and licked it, I was only vaguely aware of the energetic pawing my hands were doing all over her ass. In my blissful fog, I had expected Kelly to be chuckling, but she wasn't. Her hips were swaying slightly from side to side, slowly and rhythmically. Her fingers played in my hair. And, instead of giggling...she was sighing.

My mind flashed back to that incredible day when Kelly had been called early in the morning and was given the day off from work because of the water pipe break at the school. The reason for my vivid reliving of that morning was the sensation, once again, of delicious nylon on my lips as I kissed Kelly's tasty thigh. It made my lips tingle so delightfully, so erotically. I found myself sighing and moaning on her inner thighs as I kissed back and forth from one to the other.

With fingers still working on her delightful ass, my tongue licked the nylon on Kelly's thighs. To this day I delight in the slightly rough feeling as my tongue glides along, the tight weave of the nylon toying with every taste bud on the top and sides of it, every centimeter of the way. And should my tongue wander over the edge of the silky hose to Kelly's even silkier thigh, then so much the better. Such a delightful contrast between smooth, bare skin and sheer, tongue-tingling hose.

My hands wandered. From her glorious bare cheeks to her moist flower to her silken thighs...fingers explored and rejoiced in the myriad sensations and textures they encountered. Soon, my lips became jealous of my wandering hands, and they, too, began to wander. As much as they adored the tingling the nylon imparted to them, they wanted more. And the scent of Kelly's arousal was becoming more enticing by the second. My lips moved unerringly toward that odor of lust. My face could feel the heat radiating from my lady's molten core. As soon as my hungry lips met her pouting ones, I felt fingernails dig deeply into the back of my skull.

Lost in a haze of lust, I burrowed my face deeply in that musky nest, kissing it passionately. My hands ceased their groping activities on Kelly's soft bottom and silky thighs and came down to assist my lips in their goal of opening her fully to my ravenous mouth. And they did so, fingers spreading her wide, exposing glistening pink petals to my energized, still vibrating tongue. I felt Kelly shudder, but she seemed to be trying to pull away from me!

Thankfully, she only pulled away from me for an instant...just long enough to push me backward, sending me sprawling to the carpeted floor. As I looked up, dazed, I saw her standing over me ever so briefly before she squatted down over my chest, her back to me, and leaned forward toward my legs. I reached to grab her hips and bring that succulent morsel back to my mouth, but she was frenetically tearing at something, and the bustling activity was keeping me from pulling her back.

With a grin of pure glee I realized what she was groping for was the zipper of my pants. Her excitement was such that it obviously made her hands shaky and imprecise, so the task of lowering my zipper was made more difficult. But she persevered. I heard the "zzziiiiiiiiip!" loud and clear, followed by my lady's sigh. A second later, the button above my fly was popped out of its hole and both of Kelly's hands reached into my briefs to capture their hard earned prize. Only when she had my throbbing penis held in tight bondage between her ten grasping fingers did she relax and lower her quivering sex onto my face. I sighed my approval.

Reaching my arms around her cheeks, I pried my hands between her legs and used skilled fingers to open her again, exposing once more my tongue's tasty pink meal. Just as the tip of my tongue entered between moist lips and began exploring the soft folds, I felt Kelly's hot mouth encircle the head of my cock. We both quivered at the same time. I felt my toes curl. Kelly's steaming nest plunged itself down earnestly onto my face.

But eating my love from this angle was a little difficult, so my besotted brain sent multiple signals to my hands and hips...the message being a loud, clear one that I needed to flip my lady over in order to get my face more deeply between her sexy thighs. Without a real, clear, rational thought, my body responded, rolling to one side, forcing Kelly onto her back. Her hands and lips never missed a beat on my throbbing member.

With Kelly on her back, I got on my hands and knees over her. This time it was MY crotch area that hovered over HER face. I looked briefly between my legs to see the love of my life hungrily gobbling my helmet and fondling my shaft and sack. To my utter surprise I saw that she'd somehow - miraculously - gotten my pants down to the middle of my thighs, and had worked my briefs nearly as far down, facilitating her subsequent feasting on my appreciative genitals. So, gratefully, I positioned myself so that she had the absolute best access to my organs, hovering just the right distance above her head so that she could just kiss and lick them if she wanted to, or she could take any or all of them into her mouth with equal ease. This done, my attention returned to her still undevoured rose.

I briefly nuzzled my face in the silky hose on her inner thighs, feeling a light static charge along my cheeks. Then, without further delay, I dove tongue first once more between those sweet, wet lips. My arms circled around her thighs again, fingertips delighting in the feel of the sheer nylon as I kissed her sex passionately and worked it open with just my lips and tongue. Kelly brought her legs up, her thighs surrounding my head. In her arousal, she rubbed her thighs together behind my neck and head. I could hear tiny snaps of static as I licked her. I could feel the upward surge of my frizzing hair and sensed my sideburns sticking and crackling along charged nylon.

Finally, my fingers once again spread her wide, and I tried to all but shove my face into her opening. At her end, Kelly was sucking me hard and fast, licking my shaft and testicles with ever growing hunger. I could hear her panting and gasping, slurping on my penis as it occasionally slipped out of her mouth. She grabbed my ass cheeks so hard I thought she wanted to tear them off. But all she wanted to do was work her way to my tightening sack so she could kiss, lick and suck it. I instinctively spread my legs to allow her all the access she could possibly want....

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