Chapter 78: 003 / A Nylon Surprise 001

“Brandon,” she wailed.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to stop that?”

Silence was her answer. After all, two fingers gently stroking in a very sensitive area made no noise. Michelle did, but not the fingers.

She could feel Brandon settling between her legs, kneeling behind her. Then his cock was there, at first, just lightly touching. Then it was pressing against her. Fingers deftly parted her lips a little. Just a little but far enough for his cock to start slipping between them.

She lay there, eyes open wide, finding it hard to credit what was happening. Slowly but surely Brandon drove his cock into her, sinking deep. She could feel him inside her, rubbing against her passage, awaking her body against her will, making his way deep into her. She shuddered slightly as she felt his groin slowly connect with her own.

“You right about one thing, Michelle.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s still a little too hot. Far too hot for any energetic exercise.”

“You’re going to stop?” There was a hopeful note in her voice. At least, she hoped it sounded hopeful.

“Don’t be silly. It just means that we’re going to have to be content with non-energetic exercise.”

To demonstrate what he meant Brandon started moving slowly, almost lethargically, pulling back and then sliding back home in a comfortable manner. That was the start of a long slow process. Michelle was, she knew, getting fucked. She hadn’t, in her wildest dreams, imagined that she’d be fucked in slow motion.

Michelle found that just because things were happening slowly it didn’t mean that they weren’t happening. The arousal of her body was taking place. She was finding she was wanting what was happening, physically, at least. There didn’t seem to be much passion in what Brandon was doing to her but there was excitement. Each slow stroke was adding a tiny increment to the one before.

Pushing back against Brandon as he slid home Michelle had to concede he was right about one thing. It was too hot. Unfortunately, that heat seemed to be growing inside her. She could hear herself moaning softly, pleasurably, enjoying the slow rasping of flesh against flesh.

Part of her wanted to speed things up, to build on that slow excitement, to hurry things through to their natural climax. Another part was content to just gently rock in place, relishing the loving she was receiving. The heat of the day was sufficient to keep this second part in firm control.

Time passed slowly and her excitement built the same way. But time did pass and her excitement did build. Each tiny escalation remained, and all those little touches were starting to add up to something fierce clawing at her loins. Her soft moaning was now taking on a needy touch, her body fully aroused and wanting.

It was a relief when Brandon gasped and started putting some effort into what he was doing. She was so tense, her nerves wound so tight, that that extra effort was all that was required to push her over the edge. She climaxed, pleased to be doing so, surprised to be doing so in what was a relatively calm manner. Calm or frantic, it didn’t matter, pleasure was burning through her and the release left her shaking and sighing.

She slumped down on the couch, feeling Brandon settling down next to her, his hands running lightly over her.

“So why are you lying here on such a hot day with just a fan? Why not turn on the air conditioner? Have you turned into a rabid climate saver and don’t want to waist the resources?”

“Screw the climate. I have solar panels anyway. They’re more than enough to power the air conditioner, if it would fucking work. I mentioned that when you came in.”

“So you did. I guess something must have been distracting me. Silly question, I know, but have you asked for a repairman to come out?”

“A very silly question. Next week, they said.”

“You didn’t try a different shop or contact?”

“What’s the use? According to the shop I called they’re all flat out. The sudden heat took everyone by surprise and everyone who put off repairs is now scrambling to get them done.”

“Well, it’s not what you know, but who you know. Who do you know who’s a qualified repairman?”

“No-one!”

“I don’t know about that. You seemed to be knowing me quite well a few minutes ago.”

Memory rose. Michael telling her Brandon had achieved his qualifications.

“You’re an appliance repairman? Brandon, fix the damned thing and I’ll love you forever.”

“I don’t know about forever,” laughed Brandon, “but all night will be acceptable.”

The End.

Book Title: A Nylon Surprise

I sat nervously in my hotel room, a large glass of single malt Scotch whisky in my hand. I stared at the selection of tights I had earlier laid out on the bed, wondering which Tom would prefer.

Tom was 19 and lived locally to me but we had never met in person, we had begun chatting in an internet chat room and found similar interests in a fetish for tights. We both considered ourselves average heterosexual guys, I am 36 and married, Tom has a girlfriend, but when we discussed our passion for the silky nylon hose we both agreed that seeing another guy dressed was as erotic as our female partners.

I looked on my phone and checked the time, only fifteen minutes to go. I flicked through a couple of recent pictures Tom; we had both sent each other our favourite shots of our erect manhood encased in silky nylon tights. Tom’s looked so large and I couldn’t wait to see it close up for real. We had never shared full pictures and neither of us knew what the other looked like, we agreed that this should be discovered in person and served to heighten the tension.

I decided on a pair of sheer tan tights, simple but I knew Tom had expressed a preference for that particular shade. I undid my tie, unbuttoned my shirt and removed them, throwing them onto the leather chair. I continued to undress, sitting on the bed to remove my socks before unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor. I slid my boxer shorts down my thighs, releasing my growing manhood and then picked up the soft silky hose.

I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped my left foot into one rolled up leg before repeating with the right foot and then standing and watching in the mirror as I carefully worked the sensuous material up my thighs and over my fully formed erection.

I was just adjusting the waistband when there was a knock at the hotel door, quickly I grabbed a robe and walked nervously to the door and opened it slowly.

“You’re earl…” was all I could manage as I stared at the muscular figure of my step son.

“You’re James?” he almost screamed in panic, glancing down at my nylon clad legs covered only by the hotel robe.

“Quick, come in,” I replied quickly, glancing up the hallway.

Tom entered quickly and I closed the door.

“I think we have a lot to talk about,” I stammered, thinking back to the erotic conversations I had shared with this “stranger”.

“Erm, I guess,” replied Tom weakly.

“Sit down Tom,” I said and I poured him a large whisky, he gulped a large measure on receipt of the glass.

I sat in the chair opposite, adjusting the robe to try and cover my modesty, suddenly extremely self aware.

“What are we going to do about this…situation?” I queried.

Tom just stared at the floor, and then looked at me, “I don’t know,” was all he could offer.

I noticed him staring at my legs before becoming aware of what he was doing and looking away.

“Look,” I said, “It seems clear to me that this cannot possibly get anymore uncomfortable, especially given the photo’s we have shared and the conversations we have had.”

Tom nodded.

“Do you still want to see my cock for real?” I asked and gulped down a very large measure of whisky, unable to believe what I had just said.

Tom looked equally shocked.

“Erm, yeah, I guess…I suppose it cannot get anymore awkward,” he reasoned.

I slipped off my robe; my heart was pounding as my soft member began to swell once more. Tom’s eyes didn’t waver as I began touching and stroking myself.

“Now your turn,” I said with a smile, beginning to relax due to the alcohol.

Tom slipped off his shoes revealing black nylon clad feet then stood up and took off his T-shirt, revealing a young muscular frame. Slowly he unbuttoned his jeans before allowing them to fall to the floor unveiling a huge nylon tent.

“Oh fuck,” I said under my breath as Tom began to massage and jerk himself through the nylon.

We stood watching each other as we continued to play with our erect bulges, only our breathing could be heard as we silently admired each other. We had discussed this many times and had agreed that all we wanted was to watch, no touching but as I stared at his enormous manhood encased in the silky nylon, I wanted more!

“Can I touch you?” I said almost in a whisper.

Tom looked up, eyes wide.

“I thought we agreed no touching!” he replied pointedly.

“I know we did but I want more, but only if you do too,” I pleaded.

Tom silently considered my proposal as he wrestled with the implications before silently nodding his head.

I walked forward and took his encased member in my hand, working him gently with my fingers. Tom looked up to the ceiling and closed his eyes.

“Fuck that feels good,” he said, his breathing quickening.

I knelt in front of him and before he realised what was happening I took his nylon tip into my mouth.

“Whoa, what the fuck…oh shit,” his hands rested on my head, resisting me gently at first.