When the soft material covers the glans
Widespread in the exciting and colorful fetish world is the desire and longing for a certain material. I once had an extremely erotic encounter with a nylon lover. At first, I thought a nylon fetishist only liked to see tights or garters on legs, but I was completely wrong. Although that is part of the enjoyment, this form of fetish also includes feeling, smelling, and tasting the material. He was a handsome man of forty. His body was well-trained and defined; he offered a truly exquisite sight. Dark blonde, green eyes, full hair, white teeth, very well-groomed, somewhat tattooed, and a stubbly chin. Purely visually, he would have had no problems finding women for sex. But apparently, it's not that easy to meet a woman when there's a fetish preference, he also confirmed once in a conversation we had. Does fetish somehow deter? Does a man become a freak or an oddball when he mentions his special desires to a woman? This supposed difficulty for a fetishist to find a suitable partner who participates with pleasure and on their own initiative. This is probably how many fetish followers feel.
I got into conversation with this handsome man. He had previously done some repair work for me with his company, and that's how we met. As I recall, I was wearing tights and a skirt on the day he did the repair. I noticed how he almost constantly, subtly stared at my legs. Somehow, his gaze was more intense and penetrating than with other men. Only my legs seemed to interest him.
Fishnet stockings and sheer stockings during sex
"Do you like my stockings?" I asked him sharply, as the staring was starting to get on my nerves. After all, the man was there to concentrate on doing a repair. He had looked at me sincerely and seriously in response to my question. He respectfully apologized to me and said that it was by no means his intention to pursue me or harass me with his gaze. He couldn't always control it. Nylons would magically attract him. Then he said he expected me to throw him out, but he felt he could tell me that openly. It wasn't easy for him, though, because many women in his life had already laughed at him for it.
The man fascinated me from the beginning. Of course, he was very attractive, but that wasn't the only reason. I can also find a certain car model great, but I wouldn't buy a car for that reason. I know this comparison might seem a little sexist and crude, but metaphorically, it fits quite well. Despite his beauty and even though he was very likeable, nothing serious could have ever developed between us. Nevertheless, we were like friends who had known each other for a long time from the start. We talked at length, and I felt a desire for him and a desire to try out this fetish. At some point, he invited me over, had lovingly set the table, and cooked fine food. He was a very attentive man, a good catch for any woman looking for a sincere man. As we ate, I noticed that he not only looked good physically but also possessed many wonderful inner qualities. Moreover, he was well-read and expressed himself in educated language, so we never ran out of conversation topics. Suddenly, I felt internally that I was now ready for him and our special sex.
Tights in Nylon Fetishism
I stood up, walked over to him, and pulled up the skirt of my dress a little so he could get a good look at my tights. I wasn't wearing panties, and by now, the tights were quite wet. His eyes began to gleam. From that moment on, he barely noticed me, as all his concentration was on the nylon. I placed one leg on the chair next to him, where he was sitting. Then I took his head between my hands and guided it towards my crotch. Even I could smell myself from my core, as the synthetic fibers of nylon carry scents quite well.
He took a few deep breaths, practically inhaling my scent. Then he began to press his tongue against the tights and licked me through the thin fabric. Somehow, despite the barrier, he also managed to suck on my clitoris and nibble at it. I had never experienced such licking before. It felt so completely different than usual when there's no fabric between tongue and clitoris. He did it with such devotion that I quickly came. I poured my nectar into the tights. He took the tights by the waistband and pulled them down far enough to see the distributed nectar of my pussy clinging to the nylon from the inside. Normally, I would have been somewhat ashamed, as my handling of bodily fluids wasn't as open and natural as it is today. But he took away all my shyness, stroked my belly and breasts, and began to rub my nipples. I had told him beforehand that this aroused me greatly and that he could rub them vigorously until they became red and swollen. While he firmly worked on my nipples, twirling and pulling at them, he first licked the nylon clean below, then returned to my clitoris. Since it occasionally stimulates me to film myself during masturbation or sex, I held my phone up to us. He had given his permission beforehand and agreed, because filming another person against their will or secretly is a criminal offense.
Black tights or open-crotch tights?
My nipples gradually turned red, and a slight pain set in. I asked him to rub and press even harder, if possible. In response, he just grinned at me from below. He himself was not a BDSM lover, but he enjoyed giving me pleasure. So we combined our two fetishes in an exciting and wonderful way. My nipples were now swollen and showed first slight cracks. They also began to burn pleasantly. When the nipples are rubbed so that tiny injuries occur, but no serious damage remains, this represents the transition to becoming sore. I now spat on my nipples to further intensify the pain from the rubbing. Suddenly, I came again with a fierce orgasm, more intense and powerful than the first time.
I let him drink my nectar again. Then I helped him up and led him to the sofa. I signaled to him to lie down. Suddenly, I had taken the lead, which he had held before. Instinctively, I acted on my lust and imagined what he might like, how I could give him such beautiful feelings, just as he had given them to me before. I sat on his face, still wearing the tights. He had told me in our preliminary conversation that he would also like to drink "natural champagne" from the source, and whether I would be open to that. Since we were both healthy, I was more than open to it, as I am also a big fan of "natural champagne" games. Since we were on the sofa, I very carefully let my urine flow. I moved very gently while pressing my nylon pussy against his mouth.
Since I had already gained experience with "natural champagne," I was able to control this physically. It requires a bit of practice, but with regular training, it becomes easier over time to control one's own urination. Drop by drop, he drank my "natural champagne" that dripped from my nylon. I felt very naughty doing it, because somehow peeing in clothes represents a taboo breach. While he drank with enjoyment, he began to masturbate.
White tights or sexy nylons full of urine and pussy juice?
By the way, he not only had an attractive face and a muscular body, but he also had a heavenly dick. This man is truly blessed, I thought to myself. When I finished peeing, I got off his face and let him pull down my tights. Carefully and considerately, he performed each of his movements. Then I slipped one nylon leg over my hand, all the way up to my upper arm. With my nylon-covered hand, I then stroked his entire body, gently and intensely, so that he could feel his beloved material extensively on his skin.
Finally, I arrived back at his penis and stroked his scrotum, the area around the base of his shaft, and the entire horny, hard shaft. What a magnificent member it was. Twitching and bobbing, it responded to me. This allowed me to clearly see what he liked and which movements stimulated him particularly. Giving pleasure to an unknown phallus is not as easy as is generally assumed. Every penis is as unique as its owner. Every penis has its individual characteristics, just like its owner. They often look like their owners, in stature, size, and hairstyle.
This penis was so friendly and kind to me and very communicative, just like its owner. I almost heard his penis say: "Finally nylon again, how long I have missed this feeling!" I gave his magnificent penis waves of pleasure. Meanwhile, I pulled the tights over his penis like a condom. I tied the legs of the tights around the shaft and gently and carefully around the scrotum. Since I knew he was not seeking pain, I only pulled lightly. I connected the two ends and saw a male genital organ completely wrapped in nylon before me. So that he could later in life draw pleasure from our experience beyond the memories, I quickly took a few pictures of this special and arousing sight.
Then I rubbed this great member with gentle but firm pressure, up and down, and alternately squeezed his glans and his balls. With a loud cry, he soon came. He ejaculated into the nylon fabric, which I then removed from him so he could smell and taste the fabric. I don't think I could have given this wonderful man a more beautiful gift in that moment!
