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MY NYLON GODDESS
This story is part autobiography, part fantasy. I haven't yet decided
whether to continue it, but any feedback or suggestions would be very
welcome!
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I stopped dead, hand still clamped around the head of my cock. Had she
seen me? As she'd tilted her head to gaze up at the high window from
which I was looking down into the garden, I had been nearing the point of
orgasm. Instead of bobbing down out of sight as I would normally have
done, I'd lingered and ... maybe she had seen me, maybe not.
When I cautiously lifted my head above the sill and snuck a peek, the
garden was empty. I shivered, partly from the climax I'd been denied,
partly from the thought that kept worming into my mind, repeating
endlessly ... Had she seen me?
I'd been doing this for weeks, since moving with my family into the old
terraced house and being given the attic bedroom. The small window looked
down not just on our own narrow strip of back garden, but on our
neighbours' as well. I had no idea how many people there were next door.
I had only noticed one - my goddess, my gift from masturbatory heaven.
She was clearly a couple of years older than me. I didn't know where she
went to school, but it must have been some way away, because I was always
back home and up in my room, by the time she pushed the back gate open
each weekday afternoon. After the first couple of times I heard the gate
click and looked down to see her, I had begun to look out for her. On
most occasions she just disappeared into the house, or into what looked
like a converted shed at the bottom of the garden. But every few days she
would have the job of taking in the washing from the line and I would get
an extended look at her. And my right hand would duly get a workout ...
It was not as if she was incredibly pretty. Her features were rather
squashed, acne scars riddled her cheeks and her expression was generally
sullen, as if she found little in the world to get excited about. Her
clothes too were unkempt, with her white shirt invariably hanging loosely
down below her navy blue school jumper, and dirty white plimsolls on her
feet rather than shoes. But there was one thing about her appearance that
captivated me - her tights (or, as I sometimes imagined them, stockings).
Where other schoolgirls always seemed to be in white socks, a look that
did nothing for me, she Invariably came home in black nylon. There was
something wonderfully, thrillingly slutty about that.
I had become increasingly turned on by the sight of older women in hose
of any kind, but my goddess - I had no idea of her name - was the only
girl of anything like my own age I ever saw dressed that way. (I should
say that I led a very sheltered life. Going to an all boys' school, and
with no friends of the opposite sex, nor even a sister, girls were
virtually an alien species.)
When she stood with her back to me and reached up above her to unpeg a
garment from the highest point of the line, her skirt would ride up and
reveal an expanse of black nylon mesh. It was the most erotic sight
imaginable ...
In my fantasies, she and I had done all kinds of things together. In real
life ... we had never exchanged a word. On the odd occasion I had seen
her in the street, I had been too shy even to catch her eye, much less
talk.
But as I worried now about whether she might have caught my eye instead,
a sharp crack on the glass took me back to the window I had recently
vacated. I looked out, wondering if a bird might have flown into it. But
a movement below caught my attention. Down in the neighbours' garden was
my goddess. She was looking straight up at me, beckoning imperiously. A
pile of small stones in her other palm revealed the source of the noise
that had drawn my attention.
As my jaw dropped open in consternation, I realised she was asking me to
come down and join her in the lane that ran along the back of our
adjoining properties. For a moment I just stared. But as she put two
hands on her hips and glared at me, then beckoned again, I somehow found
the power of movement. With a convulsive jerk I nodded, then got up and
left the bedroom. As I trotted down two flights of stairs, then out the
back door and through the garden, something like terror gripped me. Yet I
felt compelled to obey the summons.
I opened the gate and came face to face with her. I'm not sure quite what
I was expecting, but certainly not this. She was smiling at me, an
expression I'd never seen on her face before. It lit up her features,
softening them.
"You look all sweaty", she observed drily. "Been exercising, have you?"
Without waiting for a response she turned on her heel, calling "Come on
then" over her shoulder. Blushing furiously, I followed her as she led me
into her garden, then into the shed. I saw that it had been furnished as
some kind of study/playroom, with a desk and chair, a three-seater couch
and a couple of beanbags. A single pane of frosted glass admitted a dim
light.
She waved me into one of the beanbags and settled in the other, facing me
but with her legs tucked underneath her. "Well now, here we are." She
gave me a steady look, then said: "I'm Shauna. You're Alan, right?"
Wondering how she knew this, I nodded dumbly, not trusting myself to
speak. "So, Alan", she continued, "have you been spying on me? And
jerking off?"
Shocked, I shook my head wildly, opening my mouth to deny it. But she cut
me off. "Oh shut the fuck up, of course you were." Her tone and
expression were still friendly. "You always seem to be at your window
when I'm in the back garden ... And I saw that come face just now." She
screwed up her face in mock ecstasy, then laughed. "It's the same one I
see when I'm giving handjobs behind the bicycle shed."
Her thrillingly direct talk, not to mention her intoxicatingly close
presence, brought my cock to life. And her next words only increased my
arousal. "Look, don't worry, it's ok. You seem really cute and I'm
actually quite flattered. So rather than you wear your right arm out and
go blind, I thought we might ... have some fun together, right?"
I nodded again. Leaning forward unexpectedly, she planted a soft kiss on
my unresisting lips, then reached down and squeezed the lump in my pants.
"And it seems you really are up for it too!" She giggled, then her face
turned serious.
"But we play by my rules, okay? I get to decide what we do. I'm tired of
being used as a sex doll so the boys can get their rocks off, I want to
be in charge this time. Got it?"
My answer was hoarse but immediate: "Sure, whatever you want." At this
point I would have done anything for her.
"All right", she said, "you can start by telling me what excites you. And
why you're so keen on me. Cos, like, it's not as if I'm a supermodel or
anything. Be honest, okay?"
Well, here goes nothing, I thought. She already knew I was a pervert, so
what could it hurt? So I told her about how I loved the sight of her legs
in nylon. She looked at me piercingly for a few seconds, then nodded.
"Okay", she said, "I've got an idea. Wait here."
With that she got up and left the shed. She was gone a good ten minutes,
during which my stomach knotted and I wondered what on earth might be in
store for me. When she finally returned she was carrying a small bag,
which she threw on the floor. Closing the door behind her, she slipped
the catch on the lock. "My folks aren't due home for another hour", she
said, "so we shouldn't be disturbed. But just in case ..."
Dropping back into her beanbag, she looked at me and grinned. "I guess we
should start with a bit of a show ..." She settled back and then slowly
spread her legs open, pulling her skirt up as she did so to reveal every
inch of her nylon-clad limbs. As my gaze travelled up to the tops of her
thighs, and what lay in between, I realised with a thrill that she was
not wearing any panties. Her bush was plainly visible through the dark
material of the tights. Entranced, I watched as she ran her hands down
her inner thighs, stroking them sensuously.
Then, using one hand to lift her shirt and jumper out of the way, she
moistened two figures on the other hand and slipped them inside her
tights. I could see their outline under the nylon as she brought them
down to her gash. As she started rubbing, she writhed with self-
administered pleasure and moaned softly.
For a moment, I thought she was going to bring herself all the way to
orgasm. But then she stopped, looked at me and arched her eyebrows. "I've
shown you mine", she said, "now it's your turn. Take your clothes off.
All of them."
For a moment, lust fought embarrassment. But then lust won out and I was
stripping off my clothing. In no time at all I was stark naked, my cock
rock hard and jutting out in front of me as I knelt in front of her.
Shivering, and not just from the cool air of the shed, I reached down to
grab my boner. But Shauna stopped me with a motion of her hand. "You
don't touch that", she said sharply, "not unless I say so. I want that
pretty mouth of yours right here, right now." She pointed between her
legs.
Obediently, I went down on all fours and moved forward until my head was
between her thighs. She grabbed my hair and pulled me down until my nose
and mouth were pressed hard against her crotch. My nose was assailed by a
musky smell. But I had little time to take it in. "Use your tongue, lick
it, lick it as hard as you can", she cried urgently.
I had very little idea of what I was doing, never having got this close
to a pussy before and hampered as I was by the nylon film between me and
my target. But I tried my best to apply my tongue, lapping away
inexpertly but enthusiastically and guided by her hands and cries of
either pleasure or frustration. She eventually steered me to a nub of
flesh with a hard spot inside it, which I managed to half-suck into my
mouth along with its nylon covering.
As I pushed hard with my tongue against the imprisoned flesh, I felt
Shauna stiffen. "Oh yeah, right there", she breathed, "that's it, keep
going". The next thing I knew she was mashing her crack hard against my
nose and mouth. Struggling for breath, I did my best to keep sucking and
licking, until with a final convulsive thrust and a yell that I thought
later must have been heard halfway across the suburb, she clamped her
thighs around my head. Moaning and shuddering, she held the pressure,
while a sharp tasting liquid soaked into my mouth. Then she was releasing
me and falling back.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God", she gasped. "That was ... amazing!!!" I was
gasping too, and found myself reaching without thinking for my cock. But
she pulled me up with a sharp cry: "Not yet!" While she took a moment to
recover, I slowly got to my feet, panting with exertion and unslaked
desire, my engorged member throbbing and twitching.
In a moment Shauna was standing at my side, handing me something she'd
pulled from her bag. To my shock I realised it was a pair of black
tights. Wonderingly, I stared at the pantyhose, then looked up to see her
smiling. "They're for you. Go on - try them on!"
"But ... they're, you know, for girls", I somehow managed to say. She
shrugged. "Who says so? They look sexy, don't they?" I nodded. "Well,
maybe they feel sexy too ... Don't you want to find out?"
I blinked uncertainly, then nodded again. She grinned. "Good, come over
here and let me help you get them on." She took me over to the couch, sat
down next to me, then showed me to how to roll up each leg and pull them
up. When I had them over both knees, I stood up at her instruction and
allowed her to pull them all the way up to my waist. As she did so, she
tucked my still erect cock inside the tights, so that the tip was
flattened against my belly.
It was all I could do not to come on the spot. I didn't know what felt
better, the sensual constraint of the fabric on my legs, or the shifting
pressure of the nylon against my throbbing shaft as it strove to escape
its confinement. But the best was yet to come.
Shauna stepped in close to me. "Hands behind your back", she commanded,
"and open your legs a little". As I complied, she unzipped her skirt,
stepped out of it, then moved one nylon-covered leg forward until it was
in between mine. Gently, she moved her leg against me, using it to caress
first one of my legs and then the other, sometimes bringing her thigh up
so that it ever-so-gently rubbed against my hose-encased cock and balls.
"Ooohhh, doesn't that feel good?" she breathed. "So soft, soooooo sexy
... Tell me how much you like this."
It took all my self-restraint not to thrust my pelvis forward or to grab
my straining member. Through gritted teeth I gasped: "I love it, it's
wonderful." And it was.
For just a few seconds longer Shauna continued to press her leg against
mine, then withdrew. She sat down in one corner of the sofa, took off her
pumps, then swung her legs up so that she lay out along its length. She
motioned me to sit in the other corner and extend my legs towards her.
For a moment she softly ran her stockinged feet along the length of my
legs, and we each savoured again the sensual feel of nylon against nylon.
But then she looked me straight in the eye and said: "Get it out."
I didn't need to ask what she meant. Fumbling, I peeled the top of my
tights down, until my cock sprang free, but I made no move to touch it.
Grunting approvingly, Shauna delicately placed her feet on each side of
the shaft, then began ever so gently to wank me.
"My, we are excited, aren't we?" Still holding my gaze, she began to
stroke my hose-covered legs, all the while using her feet to move the
foreskin up and down over the purple head of my glans. "You like wearing
nylon, don't you Alan? Or should I call you Alannah? That's ok, you can
be my girlfriend, you can wear my tights whenever you like."
As she spoke, her voice became more husky and intense, her stroking more
urgent. And I felt a pressure building up inside me, a pressure built by
the feel of the nylon and the rubbing of her feet and the words she was
saying.
"Because they turn you on, don't they Alannah? You just love looking at
my legs all covered in sexy black nylon. And you love feeling my tights
on your legs as well, don't you. Don't you?"
As she shouted this last, I found my voice and screamed: "Yes, oh god
yessssss ..." As I did, a jet of spunk erupted from my cock, then
another, and still more, as I came longer and harder than I'd ever done
before. I arched my back one last time and then sank back, screwing my
eyes shut as I waited for the tremors to subside.
When I opened my eyes again, Shauna was looking at me open-mouthed, her
eyes shining. "Holy fuck", she exclaimed. "I've never seen anyone come
like that! Look at the mess you've made!" I looked down, and there was
cum everywhere, some of it on the sofa, but most of it plastered either
on my legs or on hers. "I think you'd better clean that up, don't you?"
I sighed, then started to roll off the sofa. "Okay", I said, "where can I
find a cloth?"
She laughed. "A cloth? No need for that. You can just lick it up with
that naughty tongue of yours! And I expect you to swallow it down as
well."
I stared at her for a minute. Surely she couldn't be serious? But I could
see from her expression that she was. And after what she'd just done for
me, how could I possibly refuse her?
As I knelt down and started licking the gobs of my own cream off Shauna's
now thoroughly soiled tights, grimacing at the unfamiliar taste, I felt
sure that this would not be the last time I did her bidding ...
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