My Pantyhose sex fetish

I opened up my laptop and eagerly waited for it to turn on. I could have just as easily used a web browser on my phone, but I liked the bigger screen, especially for this purpose. There were some things you didn’t want as thumbnails or pixelated images.

There she was. Clara. She had posted another picture to her Tumblr just one hour ago. It was a picture of her legs in a pair of nude pantyhose, crossed over one another with her feet at the front of the frame. The caption read, “until tomorrow.”

After months and months of flirting with each other on Tumblr and then finally meeting each other via Skype, I was going to see Clara face-to-face tomorrow for the first time. We had bonded on Tumblr, which is where I had told her about my pantyhose fetish. Luckily for me, she was totally on board.

I packed so many different pairs of pantyhose for the occasion. Clara said she was excited to try it out and to see how much it turned me on. I had really lucked out with this woman. Not only was she a beautiful, curvy brunette (which was exactly my type), but she was willing to indulge my fetish.

I had been fantasizing for months about seeing her in pantyhose, about running my hands across her legs while she wore them, about ripping them open to expose her pussy and ass.

I booked a hotel room in Clara’s city, which was only a three-hour drive from mine. I didn’t want her to feel pressured to come up to my room right away, so we met downstairs at the bar. The minute I saw her walk in, wearing a pair of nude pantyhose underneath a cute black dress, I swooned. She was perfect.

“Hi,” she said, her big smile stretching across her face. Her brown hair was loose and wavy. 

She sat next to me on a barstool and things took off from there. We had a drink and made small talk for the next couple of hours, and somehow, my hand ended up on her knee. Feeling the pantyhose against my palm sent a charge of arousal through my body, and all I could picture was taking Clara up to my room right now.

She must have realized what I was thinking because she laughed and got off her bar stool. 

“Come on,” she said, jerking her head towards the elevator. “What floor?”

Clara sat on the edge of my bed minutes later, her legs crossed over each other. Her foot dangled, and she reached down to take off her heels. I was busy unbuttoning my shirt, and I watched as she rubbed her nylon-covered feet against each other. 

“You drive me crazy.”

“Already?” she said, laughing.

I went over to the bed and pushed her legs apart. I wanted to touch her legs all night. I started by kissing them, beginning at her feet. Clara wiggled her toes as my lips pressed against her, and then I worked my way up her calves.

“You have amazing legs,” I said, aware of the muscles underneath the pantyhose.

“Thank you, Aiden,” said Clara. Her voice sounded breathy and aroused. 

I made my way up to her pussy. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, so I had perfect access. I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties underneath the pantyhose. 

“Goddamn,” I muttered under my breath. I stroked my finger over the nylon. It was tented slightly away from her pussy lips, the fabric pulled taut because her legs were spread. So I pushed against the pantyhose in order to touch her, and I started running my fingers up and down the length of her slit.

“Mmm,” Clara moaned. “I’m so glad I finally met you.”

My eyes looked up to see her staring down at me, looking both pleased and shocked, like she couldn’t believe this was real. She looked exactly how I felt.

“Me too, Clara,” I said, smiling. 

My cock was pressing up hard against my pants, so I stood up to get undressed. Clara reached out to help me undo my belt, and I used the opportunity to pull her dress off.

I reached around to unhook her bra, her breasts spilling out as I tossed it to the floor. Clara was even sexier in person.

“Lay back,” I said quietly, ready for the next part.

Once Clara was spread out on the bed, I reached down to rip the crotch of her pantyhose. The nylon tore easily and a huge hole appeared in the nude material, allowing me access to her pussy. I dipped my head down to lick her clit. Clara groaned and pushed my head deeper against her pussy until she came. I lapped up every bit of her wetness when she was finished before sitting up and wiping my mouth.

“I want you.” 

Hearing those words from Clara’s mouth was exactly what I wanted. I took my cock into my hands and slid easily into her pussy. I looked down to watch my shaft disappear inside her, as the nylon around her crotch and inner thighs continued to rip. Each time I bucked my hips against her, the pantyhose became more and more destroyed.

“Fuck, you feel good!” Clara moaned, her eyebrows bunched together as she looked into my eyes.

“So do you,” I growled back. 

Clara put her legs up onto my shoulders, which I loved. It allowed me to run my hands along her toned thighs and calves, feeling the silkiness of the pantyhose against my skin. Pantyhose made a woman feel just out of reach. Even as I was fucking Clara, I realized I wasn’t fucking her complete body. The nylon material created a sheer barrier that covered her legs. It was what made them so alluring to me.

“Can I coat that pussy in cum?” I asked, unable to hold back any longer.

“Yes please!”
I pulled out from her only moments later, stroked myself twice, and my cum shot out of the head of my cock. It covered her pussy and slid down her lips and against her hole. I aimed so that some of the cum landed against the pantyhose covering her inner thighs. I loved how the cum stuck to the nylon and then slowly seeped its way inside, sticking to Clara’s skin.

“Do you want to rip them more?” asked Clara. It was something we had talked about.

“I do.”

I reached down to rip the center of the pantyhose even more, essentially tearing the entire top half. Then, I began to roll them down her thighs, watching as the color of Clara’s skin changed as the pantyhose left her legs. I loved watching the nylon peel away, like it was a second skin.

We got into the shower together, which only reignited our horniness. I pulled another pair of pantyhose from my suitcase and watched as Clara put on a show while she tugged them over her legs. 

“You’re gorgeous,” I said as she finished pulling up the waistband. They rose up to her belly button. She spun around so I could see her thick ass stretching against the nylon, and I decided right then that I wanted her from behind.

With Clara on all fours, I started to caress her ass. I gave her a few playful spanks, until finally, I tore open the nylon again, this time, from the back.

I grabbed some lube and pressed it against Clara’s ass. The ripped pantyhose crawled slowly down her ass cheeks as I pushed my way into her ass hole. Every thrust made the rip get bigger, and I loved watching the material stretch and pull. 

“You like me in pantyhose just as much as you do on Tumblr?” Clara asked, her voice shaky as I plunged into her.

“Oh, even more, baby,” I said truthfully. “I wish you could see how perfect your ass looks, exposed now. It’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

I gave her a few more good thrusts of my cock before filling her ass with cum. Clara had fallen forward against the bed, so her ass was lifted up, giving me an even better view. 

Finally, I pulled out of Clara’s tight hole, but she stayed in that position. I ran my hands up the backs of her legs and back up to her ass, where I pulled each side of the pantyhose as hard as I could. The nylon tore all the way down her legs.

Clara fell onto her belly while I pulled the ruined nylon off of her legs. I reached her feet and tugged the last of the pantyhose off her red-painted toes.

“Was it everything you hoped for?” said Clara, turning onto her side and propping up her head with her hand.

“Probably even more,” I said, rolling onto the bed with her. 

“You know, I brought some of my own pantyhose,” she said, smiling at me. “Different kinds. We can always try them out.”

I bit my lip. “We’re going to be spending a lot of time in this room, aren’t we?”