Stockings are gorgeous, are they not? I knew I always had a thing for thick thighs in stockings. I have often fantasized about different women in stockings of multiple colours. I remember browsing through my brother’s erotic magazines when I was barely a teen. The models in the pages of the adult magazines looked perfect and I found myself beating my meat for the first time when I was twelve. I remember being erected over a blonde model in fishnets. I could feel my dick getting hard in no time due to seduction. She was in black lingerie and her stockings adorned her perfect smooth thighs, making me leave pleasurable fluid all over my bed sheet.
As I grew up, one of my friends introduced me to pornography and adult entertainment directory. My fantasies were in motion. I remember watching the videos frequently and it was highly effective in relieving stress. However, a man never forgets his roots so I went back again to videos that featured beautiful women in black stockings. I realized that I wanted to have sex with someone who would look as beautiful as the porn actors in stockings. However, I could not talk to my partners about my fetish since I was too timid and feared judgements. Yes, I did develop a fetish for stockings.
One fine evening, I threw a house party and invited some of my friends over. It was the month of November and I was hired at my dream job, so celebration was what I was looking forward to. One of my friends, Elena brought over her cousin whose name I shall not disclose since the story revolves around her. So let us call her Timothy. She caught my eyes the moment she walked in at the party and I instantly knew that there was something different about her.
She was dressed in a black leather miniskirt and a red top. She had a leather jacket on, if I remember accurately. My gaze soon shifted to her thighs which were covered in black stockings. She was the type that can make heads turn towards her in no time. Timothy looked at me while I smiled at her but did not return the smile. I started anticipating if I had creeped her out. After a while, someone suggested the game of Truth and Dare and we loved the idea. The empty beer bottle changed the game and led to seduction.
Soon, the bottle stopped spinning and pointed towards me and Tim, who was facing me during the game. She chose ‘dare’ and someone asked her to give me a lap dance. To my surprise, she did agree to it. The music started to play and there she was, teasing me with her beautiful body before actually rubbing herself on my thighs. She twirled and twisted elegantly and I was highly aroused. Her black stockings touched my crotch underneath her skirt and I could feel my dick getting hard. She felt it too, I guess. But instead she shot me a smile.
The party was almost over when I got her a drink and finally indulged in a conversation with her. She decided to stay over at my place that night. Soon, everyone left since it was getting late and I was left with Tim alone in my room.
“Do you want another lap dance or something?” she asked casually.
Before I could answer, she pushed me to the bed and was on top of me the next moment, this time, facing me. She rubbed her thighs against mine and lifted her skirt to reveal her panties with an attempt to tease me. I was finally living my fantasy. I was turned on. She grabbed my crotch and unzipped my pants, stroking my cock, making it harder. She dropped her panties and rubbed her clit on my dick, making it wet with her juices.
She sat on it gently, with the stockings on and started riding me. Slowly at first and soon increasing the pace. I could feel my hard cock throbbing inside her. She moved to and fro, moaning and unbuttoning her top at once. She leaned forward to kiss me while I was still inside her. Her tits pressed against my bare chest, I spanked her ass urging her to go faster and harder than ever.
I pinched her thighs and grabbed her waist, making her ride me with urgency. She was in no mood to stop and I did not want her to. With every stroke, her pace increased and I was too excited to stop. I grabbed her hair and looked into her eyes while we fucked. She continued choking and moving on my cock, moaning my name and cuss words. I breathed heavily in her ears after I bit them. I ran my fingers on her bare back and she moaned louder. She came on my dick and I came inside her.
Finally, my fetish got a name and I no longer shudder away from talking to my partners about this fetish of mine.