The Sound of Nylons (www)

Swish, swish, swish. I couldn't believe my ears. Swish, swish, swish. I turned
around quickly to see where the most beautiful sound in the world came from. And
I couldn't believe my eyes either. Bicycling behind me was a beautiful young
woman wearing the sheerest of sheer nylons. I knew for sure she was wearing
nylons because the wonderful sound I heard was unmistakable the sound of one
nylon leg rubbing against another nyloned leg. The woman wore a black satin
skirt that ended just above her knees. Because of the tightness of the skirt her
nyloned knees and thighs rubbed against each other every time she pushed down
the pedals of her bike. Because I stopped bicycling the moment I heard the
swishing of sheer nylon, she overtook me and I had to speed up not to lose her.
Riding behind her on my bike there wasn't any doubt anymore that she was wearing
the real thing: her legs were encased in fully fashioned seamed stockings with a
square cuban heel. I had to do something. This was to good to be true. I speeded
up till I was riding alongside her. The sun was shining on her nyloned knees.
The glistening sheen of her nylons made me glowing with pleasure. In fact every
inch of her did set my hart on fire: her long black hair, her alabaster skin,
her high heeled shoes, her full red lips. I tried to figure out what to say but
without success, because I couldn't keep my eyes from looking at the delectable
shininess of her nylons. And the swishing of her stockings took my breath away.
With my eyes focused on her nyloned knees I didn't notice the curve in the road.
I bumped in the sidewalk and fell. When I regained consciousness the first thing
I saw, were her glistening nylon legs. She was kneeling beside me slapping my
face ever so lightly with her delicate hands. Again I couldn't keep my eyes from
her sheer nylons. "You like what you see?", she asked. "I never ever in my life
have seen a woman wearing nylons", I answered. "I've seen it in magazines and
movies, but not in real life." She asked me whether or not I could walk and told
me she lived around the corner. I fetched my broken bike and walked alongside
her to her house. The moment she opened the door, she yelled: "Mom, I've found
him!" Immediately a woman came rushing to the front door. Again I couldn't
believe my eyes. She was wearing a black satin fullslip, fully fashioned seamed
stockings and extremely high heeled satin slippers. The two of them guided me to
the living room and invited me to sit down. They stood in front of my chair just
looking at me. "You're sure?", the mother asked. "Pretty sure", her daughter
answered, "he crashed in the sidewalk and fell." The older woman sat down
opposite me and crossed her delicate stockinged legs making the wonderful sound
when nylon rubs against nylon. After she finished crossing her legs, she crossed
her legs ever so slowly again and again and again, till I climaxed spontaneously
without touching myself. "You're right", she said, "you've found him." She stood
up, walked over to me and introduced herself to me as Claudia. A little bit
embarrassed I raised myself and shook hands with this remarkable lady. "My name
is Michael", I said. "Pleased to meet you." Her daughter joined in and said: "My
name is Gina." They both sat down on the couch opposite me. "Is the light
okay?", Gina asked me. "No, it isn't", I answered. I stood up and moved the
halogen spotlights on each side of the couch so that they were shining directly
on the nyloned legs of both ladies. The lights reflected in the sheer stockings
producing a beautiful glimmering luster. Both ladies kept on crossing their
gleaming nyloned legs ever so slowly to produce as much sound as possible and I
climaxed again. "Tell me what you like to do to us?", Claudia asked. "I want to
kiss your feet", I answered. "Why don't you?", Gina said. I stood up from my
chair and knelt down in front of Gina. I removed one of her high heeled shoes
not without making the beautiful sound of the stocking against the shoe. I
kissed her toes very tenderly first, but when I tasted the salty flavor of her
squishy reinforced nylon toes there was no holding back. I took as much of her
slick toes in my mouth as possible and started sucking feverishly to get as much
of the salty tang of her sweat in my mouth as I could. I rolled her sweaty nylon
toes in my mouth while Gina's mother bent forward to have a better look. "He
likes it", she said. Gina's toes didn't only taste delicious, but smelled
wonderful also. The rank odor of her saturated nylon feet made my head spin. I
removed her other shoe also, lay down on my back and planted both her moist
soles on my face. My nostrils flared because I inhaled as much of the delectable
fragrance of her damp feet as I could. After some time Gina grabbed my nose with
her nylon toes and pushed two little sweaty nylon toes half way down my
nostrils. With her other intoxicating squishy foot she opened my mouth and
pushed her gooey nylon toes down my mouth. I couldn't breathe at all. She
smothered me with her soggy nylon toes, their rank odor making me shiver all
over my body. I feasted on the heady aroma of her piquant nylon feet till I
climaxed again. Gina knelt down beside me and french kissed me on my mouth. "I
love you", I said when our lips parted. "I love you too", she answered. To my
surprise her mother also knelt beside and pressed her lips on mine too. "And I
love you too", she said. All three of us had to laugh. "Now sit down over there
and tell us everything about yourself", Claudia said. I told them my name is
Michael Jankowski and that I love fully fashioned stockings. "That's all there
is to tell", I told them. "How old are you?", Claudia asked. "I'm 23", I
answered. "What's your profession?", Gina asked. "I'm a photographer. I work for
an advertising agency down town", I answered. "Not anymore", Claudia said.
"You'll quit first thing tomorrow morning. We offer you a job you can't resist.
We double your salary. "What do I do?", I asked. What ever you like", Claudia
answered. It turned out to be that these ladies were the only owners of
BeauPhar, a d**gstore chain with 220 shops all over the country. Claudia's
husband had died three years ago and left his business to Claudia and her two
daughters Gina and Sophia. Claudia was 49, Gina 27 and Sophia 18 years old.
Claudia's mother had been working as a fetish model from 1945 till 1959. Because
her husband had left her she had to bring her little daughter Claudia to the
studio. Little Claudia became the darling of all the famous (Betty Page) and not
so famous models of that time. In the studio Claudia developed a fetish for
stockings and later on she married a customer of Irwing Klaw who was, needles to
say, also addicted to nylons. The couple's addiction affected their two c***dren
immensely. Both Gina and Sophia developed a very strong fetish for stockings,
their addiction to stockings became a total obsession. They couldn't think of
anything else and therefore they were desperately looking for a husband who
shared their enslavement to nylons. They tried dating regular guys, but without
success. Because Gina was 27 already she tried everything to find the man she
was looking for. Although she didn't have to work at all she started working in
one of her own d**gstores in order to meet as much male customers as possible.
She decided to use a bike to travel to and from her work, hoping her Prince
Charming might spot her on the street. Today her dream came true. Michael
couldn't believe his luck either. Gina wasn't only his dream woman, she was
extremely beautiful as well. She was of Italo/Chinese descent: long black hair,
an ivory skin, brown eyes, slender with very delicate features, small hands and
feet. She was wearing worn out, low cut, five inch black opera pumps with a
pencil heel, 15 denier fully fashioned stockings with a square heel, a tight
heavy satin black skirt, a glimmering, transparent nylon blouse with a nylon
fullslip underneath. Here breasts were enormous. She had full red lips and long
red fingernails. At five o'clock her younger sister Sophia came home from the
university. She was dressed in a pink polyester sweat suit, pink nylon socks and
pink sneakers because on that day she had her gym class. Gina told her sister
she had found her man and introduced her to me. She gave me a defiant smile, sat
down on the couch between her mother and her sister and said: "Let's see if
you're right." She took of her saturated sneakers, trousers and socks. To my
surprise she was wearing fully fashioned nylons underneath. She laid back on the
couch and lifted her drenched nylon legs to show me the underside of her
reinforced feet: the most intimate part of a woman's body. None of the ladies
said a word but they're looking very expectantly at me. I wanted very much to
bury my nose in Sophia's moist nylon soles, but I wasn't entirely sure they
wanted me to do it. When Gina secretly winked at me I knew what they wanted. I
stood up and knelt down in front of Sophia. She immediately reached out for me
with her squelchy feet. With the squishy nylon toes of her left foot she raised
my chin upwards, gave me a penetrating look and planted the drippy toes of her
right nylon foot on my nose. The pungent stench of her soaked nylon feet was
overdwelming. She smothered my nose with her sweaty nylon toes. She crushed my
nose with her malodorous quaggy reinforced shrimps and tried to push her squidgy
toes down my nose. At that moment I found my breath of life. For the first time
in my life I knew what I was living for. This was it. I couldn't believe my
luck. I inhaled feverishly to get as much rank odor in my lungs as possible and
I sucked on the gooey toes of her other nylon foot as hard as I could to swallow
and taste as much saturated smutch and then we climaxed together. We both cried
from happiness. Then she bent forward and took my besmeared face in her hands
and pressed her lips on mine. With the tip of her tongue she lapped up the
smudge from my moist face. "How did you get into nylons?", Sophia asked. "I
don't know", I answered. "Surely my mother didn't wear stocking. I do know that
my father used to have the Elmer Batters' magazine Succulent Toes, but that was
years and years ago. He used to hide them in a shoe box in his bedroom closet. I
was hypnotized by these little books at a very early age. I started collecting
fully fashioned stockings and panty girdles at the age of sixteen", I explained.
"How many stockings do you have", Claudia asked. "About 400", I answered. "Let's
go", Claudia said. "Where to?", I asked. "We want to see your collection", Gina
answered. Claudia and Sophia went upstairs to dress. Gina came over to me and
sat down on my lap. "Don't worry", she said, "they aren't going to change their
stockings. We never take of our nylons day and night. We only change a stocking
when one of them has a ladder and that can take months, even years. Because we
simply love the intoxicating smell of worn stockings we never ever wash our feet
or nylons. We're addicted to the 6 S-words, as my mother calls them: the smell,
the sound, the sheen, the sheerness, the squishyness and the slickness of fully
fashioned stockings. We're not simply into nylons, we've developed a higher
degree of fetish love. It's an all-embracing addiction", Gina said. Claudia and
Sophia teetered down the stairs in their high heels: Claudia in her six inch
high heeled slippers and Sophia in five inch court shoes. Claudia was dressed in
a skin tight black rubber dress and Sophia in a black leather skirt and a tiger
print blouse. Later I noticed that the hem of all the skirts and dresses of all
three ladies ends where the darker welt of the stocking tops begins. The welts
of the stockings tops can't be seen while walking but when the ladies sit down
they always show. Later that day I also learned that taut suspendering was very
important to them. The sound and the sheen of fully fashioned stockings are the
best when the nylons are suspendered very, very tightly. As tightly as possible.
Claudia and her daughters always use 24 garters on each stocking and therefore
they can hardly bend their knees. When they do bent their knees when sitting
down the skin of their knees turns white because of the pressure of the
stockings. The four of us went outside. Gina gave me the keys of the old Lincoln
parked outside. "You're the master of the house now, so you have to drive", Gina
said. I opened the car door for everyone of them. All three bent over backwards
to sit down in the most erotic manner. First they sat down in the car and then
they ever so slowly lifted their shimmering nylon-clad legs from the ground not
without purposively making as much sound as possible by rubbing their nyloned
legs together as hard as they could. Once inside they crossed their delicate
nylon legs and removed one shoe each. Immediately the car was filled with the
perfume of smelly nylon feet. Gina, who was sitting beside me on the front seat,
planted her squishy nylon feet in my lap. In the car Gina told me that the three
of them slept in one giant handmade black satin covered bed and that they
expected me to do the same. "Don't worry", she said, "there is room for at least
ten people in our bed." When we entered my apartment Claudia asked: "Do you mind
us looking around?" I didn't mind at all. "Go ahead", I said. "Don't hesitate to
look everywhere you like." I showed Claudia and Gina my collection of vintage
hosiery and vintage panty girdles, while Sophia rummaged my bedroom closet
about. "Look what I found", she said when she came back to the living room. She
carried unmistakable well worn stockings and panty girdles. "Do you wear nylons
yourself?", Claudia asked. I blushed with shame and said: "Yes." Gina said:
"Don't be ashamed of yourself. We're pleased you do wear stockings. It tells us
you're truly addicted to nylons. Are you wearing nylons at the moment?" I
nodded. "Let's see them. What is the use of wearing stockings if one can't see
them at all", Gina said. I removed my shoes and my socks. "Claudia grabbed my
socks from the floor, opened the window and threw them out. "You don't need
these anymore", she said. I took of my trousers and shirt. I felt more than
naked standing in the middle of the room in my black panty girdle, my black
fully fashioned stockings and my black transparent nylon panties. "Do I smell
what I think I smell?", Claudia asked. "Yes, you do", Sophia answered. They
pushed me down on the floor. Claudia raised her skirt and sat down on my face,
Sophia buried her nose between my sweaty nylon insoles and Gina swallowed my
penis without removing my panties. She sucked my nylon-clad dick with a craving
passion. My glimmering penis completely disappeared in her eager throat.
Meanwhile Sophia feasted on my sweaty toes, snaking her tong in and out of my
nylon crevices. Claudia smothered me with her nylon-clad snatch. When she
climaxed she flooded my face with her intimate release. After that she stood up,
fetched a chair, sat down on it and planted both her funky nylon feet in my
face. Sophia changed position and sat down on one of my nylon feet, trying to
get as much foot down her snatch as possible. Gina also changed position and
guided my nylon-clad penis inside her vagina. While riding my foot and my penis
Sophia and Gina french kissed feverishly till they climaxed together. After that
both of them also took a chair and positioned them beside my body. Together six
gooey nylon feet did attack my nose, my mouth and my penis: rubbing my
nylon-clad penis, pinching my nose and going in and out of my mouth. After some
time Sophia planted both her feet flat on my face completely sealing of my nose
and my mouth, Claudia sat down on top of Sophia's feet and Gina took my
nylon-clad cock in the glove of her stockinged feet. I couldn't breathe at all.
The overdwelming pungency of Sophia's squelchy nylon feet hit my olfactory nerve
with full force. Despite the fact that I couldn't breathe I inhaled feverishly
to enjoy the incense offering the ladies gave me as much as I could. Gina kept
on working on my penis. Her slippery nylon feet went up and down my nylon-clad
shaft. Every now and then she stopped to pinch my glans with her squishy nylon
toes or to crush my dick between her funky nylon insoles. When she started
pumping my dick again in the glove of her stockinged feet I couldn't hold back
anymore and climaxed. Afterwards I showed my gratitude by kissing every single
squishy reinforced nylon toe. In return they thanked me by removing some rank
smudge from the underside of their gooey stockinged feet to plaster it in the
inside of my nose. Then Sophia grabbed my besmeared face with her moist nylon
feet and Claudia did the same with Gina's face. With their feet they brought
GinAt eleven o'clock in the morning Michael Jankowski was still sound asleep. He
had been sleeping for ten hours on end with a big smile on his face. The day
before he had met his dream girl Gina, her sister Sophia and their mother
Claudia. The moment he laid down in the king size bed at one o'clock the
previous night he was gone. Never in his life he had felt more happy and more
exhausted. The bed he was sleeping in was 10 feet by 15 feet and he shared it
with the three ladies. He was sleeping on his left side with the left side of
his face resting on the moist nylon insoles of Gina, who was sleeping on her
belly. The right side of his face was covered with the damp nylon feet of
Sophia. She was sleeping on her back next to Gina. Normally he was a restless
sleeper but this night he hadn't changed position at all. His face remained
buried between four squishy nylon feet all night long. Never in his life he had
felt more at home and more cared for. This place at the foot of the giant bed
was his and the ladies liked to have a human "hot-water-bottle" to keep their
pungent nylon feet warm. The three ladies always slept in their very worn
stockings. In fact, they never removed their slick stockings because they were
addicted to the smell of sweaty nylon feet. The moment Michael awoke he had an
erection instantly because of the spicy twang of gooey nylon feet traveling up
his nose. Because he didn't want to leave this heavenly hollow yet he buried he
face even deeper in the silken embrace of fully fashioned nylon feet. At that
moment Claudia walked in with a special gift for Michael. Being an excellent
seamstress Claudia had been busy that morning making a special stocking for
Michael: a penis stocking that fitted Michael's penis like a second skin.
Claudia had made the penis stocking from a very well worn fully fashioned nylon
stocking with a square heel. For the penis stocking she only used the foot of
the stocking. Attached to it was a rubber band with a tiny lock. The rubber band
was fastened behind Michael's balls. With the lock in place he couldn't remove
the penis stocking by himself.
"You're not allowed to take it of, ever", Claudia said. After Claudia had
covered Michael's dick with the penis stocking it looked like one big dirty
nylon foot. It was a very worn stocking. The underside of the stockings was
completely covered with dirt, toe-cheese and sludge. Because the greasy goo on
the inside and on the outside of the stocking had dehydrated the stockings had
become hard. Clouds of dust escaped from it every time the penis stocking was
touched. The gooey smudge had become powdery, but the smell hadn't changed at
all. The three ladies laid down on the bed with their noses above Michael's
smelly nylon penis. "This is much better than the snuff box in which we normally
collect dehydrated toe cheese", Sophia said, "it's a pity that it won't stay
this smelly the moment he is going to use his dick." The three ladies brought
their noses together directly above the nylon penis while Claudia hit the dick
with her forefinger ever so slightly now and then. Every time she touched the
penis a smoky cloud of dust whirled upwards and the three of them would inhale
as hard as they could. With flaring nostrils they feasted on Michael's musky
nylon dick. After a while the powdery toe cheese was plastered inside and
outside their nostrils. It looked as though the three of them had just escaped
from a fire with their black and besmeared noses. "It's your man, Gina. Take
it", Claudia said. Gina opened her mouth and covered the gooey nylon penis with
her red lips until Michael's penis disappeared entirely in Gina's soppy throat.
After she had been sucking Michael's penis for a few minutes she removed her
mouth to french kiss Michael. Her lips and tongue had become black from all the
dirt on the nylon dick. Her entire face now was besmeared with smelly nylon foot
smutch and the smell was overdwelming. The dehydrated toe-cheese had become wet
and produced an incredible pungent stench. Gina pressed her besmeared face on
Michael's face, opened her black lips and pushed her tarnished tongue inside his
mouth. The smelly nylon foot aroma was everywhere: in her mouth, in her nose,
even her breath was polluted with it. Meanwhile Sophia had taken advantage of
the situation and was sucking the acrid nylon dick. When she was done she
grabbed Gina's face and kissed her feverishly on the mouth. Two blackened mouths
feasted on the smell and the taste of the pungent nylon foot aroma till they
climaxed together spontaneously, their eyes rolling inside their eye sockets.
Now it was the time for Claudia to grab the slithery nylon dick and to suck it
deep inside her hungry mouth. Michael couldn't hold back anymore and climaxed.
Claudia brought her besmeared cum filled face to Michael's lips and spat the
discolored and defiled sperm in his eager mouth. After that she readjusted
herself and pushed one of her squishy feet down his throat. The moment Michael's
gooey mouth covered Claudia's sweaty reinforced nylon toes she climaxed. "I love
you, darling", Gina said, and kissed her husband-to-be on his smelly mouth.
Half an hour later the four of them had breakfast in the garden. Claudia had
given Michael a long house coat with a thick satin lining and satin high heeled
slippers with four inch high heels. For the first time in his life he was
wearing female lingerie in the presence of other people and he was enjoying
himself immensely. There was no need anymore to dress up in secret. "After
breakfast I'm going to make a very tight satin panty girdle with 48 garters
especially for you", Claudia said, "because we want your stockings suspendered
as tightly as possible. You have to make sure that every single garter is
stretched to the limit every hour of the day. Once every garter is fastened as
tightly as possible it'll be difficult to bend your knees and in the beginning
your toes will hurt, but after a while you'll get accustomed to it. And it will
be worth your while because the sound and the sheen of nylons are much better
when tautly suspendered", Claudia said. She didn't have to tell him that because
he was surrounded by three pairs of super tight nyloned legs. Because the sun
was shining the slick nylon produced an enormous sheen. Every sunbeam was been
reflected by the slithery nylons. The three ladies positioned their gleaming
nylon legs in such a way that they catched the most sunlight. They were also
constantly crossing their glimmering nylon legs; on purpose because they liked
the hissing sound of one nylon leg brushing against the other nylon leg, but
also because their slick nylon stockings kept slithering on each other due to
the fact that the tightness of their slippery stockings made it nearly
impossible to keep their smooth nyloned legs in place. It was very difficult for
them to keep the one glossy nyloned leg on top of the other leg. The one on top
kept gliding down because it was only just balancing on the knee of the other
one. They couldn't keep their legs crossed without some sort of effort. If one
wouldn't know any better one might think they were constantly trying to cross
their smooth legs without success because the slithery nylon was stretched to
the limit and therefore to slippery to keep one nylon leg on top of the other.
If fact the three of them are getting get so tired sometimes from crossing their
delicate nylon legs all day the long that they stop doing it in the evening.
It's not only the slippyness of the stockings that makes it difficult for them
to keep their legs crossed. When crossing one's legs a good balance can be found
by pressing the heel of the foot backwards and lifting the toes upwards. The
three ladies though don't have this option because their toes are always
stretched to the limit because of the tightness of the nylons. Their arches and
toes are always bent to their maximum potential and therefore the muscles on the
back of the calf don't have strength enough to keep the upper leg in place.
Michael didn't care less because he was enjoying himself immensely. Three pairs
of gleaming nylon legs kept slithering against each other during the three hours
they were sitting in the sun on the terrace. The swishing sound of nylon kissing
nylon was like music to his ears. It was the best concert he had ever heard. The
whishing, whizzing and whooshing of the lustrous nylon-clad legs went on and on
and on. After they had breakfast Claudia asked Michael: "Now that you're working
for us, I like to know what you're going to do." "I don't know", Michael
answered, "the three of you hired me so you probably know what you want me to
do." Claudia shook her head. "No, you're wrong. As you know we don't have to
work for a living. So you don't have to work either. Our entire life is
dedicated to nylons and our goal was to find Gina a man with the same interest.
The same accounts for Sophia, but that can wait. She is still young. So you can
do as you please, do what ever you want and money will never be the problem. You
must have some sort of dream", Claudia said. "I found my dream yesterday",
Michael answered, looking lovingly at Gina. She removed her shoe and brought her
sweaty nylon toes to his lips. He kissed them tenderly and made sure he inhaled
deeply at the same moment to fill his lungs with her sweaty nylon foot aroma.
"But I do have other dreams though", Michael said. "Because there must be much
more people like us, I've been thinking of founding a world wide society for
people who are addicted to nylons. This society will have it's own monthly
magazine and video, it's own club where members can meet each other daily, it's
own parties every week and it's own shop where people can by stockings, high
heels, panty girdles and lingerie. Shopping will also be possible by mail order.
And because fully fashioned stockings aren't manufactured anymore, the society
will start it's own hosiery factory. The factory will be making fully fashioned
stockings only, in all sizes and all colors, but also very special nylons such
as: nude stockings with a black seam and a black foot, stockings with a high and
wide blackfoot, stockings with embroidery. The stockings we're going to make
have to be very, very elegant: ultra sheer, very slick and the sound and the
sheen have to be the best in the world. Therefore we have to use the sharpest
glass nylon available in the world. This yarn isn't soft and silky at all, but
very hard. It's a little bit like angle's hair some people use in their
Christmas three. It feels a bit harsh on the skin, but it produces the most
beautiful sound and a blinding luster. The reinforced foot of the stockings has
to be very wide and not to thin to minimize the change of getting a ladder. The
seam has to be thick so that it can be seen from a great distance and the darker
welt of stocking tops has to be very broad, strong and tight so that there is no
problem attaching 48 garters on it and pull them as tight as can be. The welt
has to be adorned with embroidery, the name of the society in elegant writing
and decorated with a drawing of a pair of legs encased in alluring nylons.
Needless to say that the package also has to be glamorous and seductive. And of
course I want to make the photos for the society's magazine myself", Michael
said. "I love you Michael", Gina said. Again she removed her shoe. Before she
brought her sweaty nylon toes to Michael lips she showed him the underside of
her fully fashioned nyloned foot: the most intimate part of a woman's body.
Michael buried his nose between her sweaty nylon toes. This was Gina's way to
show him she loved him. Instead of opening her mouth and kiss him she would take
of her shoe and press her warm and wet nylon toes in his face. Michael had never
been this intimate with a woman; only in his dreams he had worshipped the nylon
insoles of women, lapping up their intimate release and breathe in their
intimate odor. "You are even more than we bargaining for", Claudia yelled in
excitement, "I can't wait to start this society." "And I will quit school
immediately, because I don't want to miss this", Sophia said. "We've been
addicted to nylons as long as I know, but all we've been doing really is
sniffing and sucking each others sweaty nylon toes, but this society is the real
thing: everything we'll do will be centered around stockings. I think the best
thing to do is to divide the different activities. I like to be the managing
director of the hosiery factory and I think you, Michael, want to be the editor
of the magazine", Gina said. "I want to run the club and organize the parties",
Sophia said. "And I'll do the shops and the mail order company." "If you're
serious about all this, it will cost you millions and millions", Michael said.
"That's no problem at all", Claudia said, "the money is there, we didn't know
what to do with it till you came along, but I also think we'll make a profit in
the end. We know how to do it. We'll advertise our stockings world wide on
television and in every glossy magazine we can find. I bet we're going to make
millions, instead of losing them", Claudia said, "but now we have been talking
enough. I'm going to make some lingerie for Michael." "Do you want me to help
you, mother?", Sophia asked. "Yes, very much", Claudia answered. Before they
left, the two of them removed a soppy shoe and smothered Michael's face with
their pungent nylon toes. After they left, Gina invited Michael to come inside.
In front of him she sashayed to the living room teetering on her high heeled
pumps. She fetched a chair and positioned it opposite an other chair. When
seated they sat with their nyloned knees against each other. She removed a shoe
and brought her foot up to his face. "I want you to hold my leg with both your
hands and keep my toes under your nose. I'll do the same with your foot."
Michael removed one satin slipper and lifted his nylon foot to her face. She
took his slick nylon leg in both her hands and held his foot in place under her
nose. "For people like us this is the most intimate position thinkable.
Breathing each others most intimate odor is the closest people can get. I want
us to be close because we have to talk about us. I'm in love with you, I want to
marry you, and I want to have your k**s. My heart tells me you want the same."
Michael nodded, touching Gina's sweaty nylon toes in the process. "I'm in love
with you for what you are: a male nylon addict, a very nice and handsome one, I
must add. We have to talk though about your outward appearance. You can go on
wearing lingerie and stockings under your clothes or you can choose to be a
transvestite. Because you're petite and slender, handsome with feminine features
and an almost hairless skin, you can easily pass for a woman. If you choose to
be a woman the rest of your life you have to decide whether or not you want to
have breasts. I very much like big breasts. I've mine enlarged five times
already. I want them to be as big as possible. Actually, I want to have the
biggest breasts in the world. It makes me feel very feminine." Michael nodded
again. "That has been my secret wish as long as I can remember. I want to have
long bleached hair, long red finger nails, huge breasts, lots and lots of
make-up and skin tight satin dresses." Gina was beaming above Michael's sweaty
nylon toes. "You make me the happiest woman in the world", she said before she
buried her nose between Michael's pungent toes. "From now on it's Michelle", she
said. She opened her mouth and took Michelle's nylon toes in her eager mouth.
She rolled the sweaty toes in her mouth, her tongue snaking in and out each
nylon crevice to find tasty morsels of toe cheese. Michael started nibbling on
Gina's funky nylon shrimps also. Her moist insole was drenched with the acrid
odor of shoe perspiration. For them tonguing each others squishy nylon toe
cleavage was what french kissing was for normal lovers. With their eyes closed
they worshipped each others acrid nylon toes, savoring the pungent smell of
their intimate odor. His penis and her vagina would never be as important as the
fragrance and the taste of each others sweaty nylon feet. For them this was
having intercourse, this was the ultimate way of making love. They climaxed
together. They received an applause from Sophia and Claudia who were standing on
top of the chairs. They came tottering down on their high heels shoes and sat
down on the armrests of Gina's chair. Both of them removed a damp shoe and
brought their sweaty toes to Michelle's lips. a's face and my face together and we kissed passionately.