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Nylon Seduction - part 3
You and Declan have been texting non-stop since your last encounter, both of you eager to continue exploring your shared fetish for nylons. This time, you’ve arranged to meet up at a secret location - an empty office building after hours, thanks to Declan’s work connections.
As you sneak in through the back entrance, your heart races with anticipation. The thrill of being somewhere you’re not supposed to be adds an extra layer of excitement to the evening’s events. You can’t help but feel a little giddy as you imagine what’s in store for you and Declan tonight.
Declan is already waiting for you in one of the conference rooms, the dimly lit space illuminated only by the soft glow of a few strategically placed candles. He’s wearing a tailored suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, and as he turns to greet you, his piercing blue eyes sparkle with desire.
“You look incredible,” he says, taking in your appearance. You’re wearing a tight black dress that hugs your curves, paired with a pair of sheer black nylons that leave little to the imagination.
“So do you,” you reply, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down your spine as you take in his impossibly handsome features.
Without another word, Declan takes your hand and leads you to a large conference table in the center of the room. On it lies an assortment of nylons - black, red, fishnet, opaque - each pair more tantalizing than the last.
“I thought we could try on some different pairs tonight,” Declan says, his voice low and husky with desire. “See how they make us feel.”
You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from the array of nylons before you. The sight of them is enough to send a jolt of arousal through your body, making you acutely aware of your own desire.
Declan reaches for a pair of black opaque stockings and hands them to you. “Why don’t you start?” he suggests, his eyes darkening with anticipation.
You take the nylons from him and slowly roll them up your legs, savoring the feeling of the smooth material against your skin. As you pull them up over your knees and thighs, Declan watches intently, his gaze never leaving your body.
“How do they feel?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Amazing,” you reply, running your hands along the nylon-clad curves of your legs. “They make me feel so sexy.”
Declan’s eyes darken even further at your words, and he reaches for a pair of red fishnet stockings, sliding them up his own legs with practiced ease. The sight of him in the semi-transparent nylons is almost too much to bear, and you find yourself struggling to catch your breath as you take in the vision before you.
“Your turn,” he says, his voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heart.
You reach for a pair of sheer black stockings and roll them up your legs, reveling in the sensation of the delicate material against your skin. As you pull them up over your thighs, Declan’s eyes never leave your body, his gaze burning into you like a physical touch.
“Now what?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper as you feel your arousal building to a fever pitch.
Declan smirks and reaches for a blindfold, which he ties gently around your eyes. “Trust me,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “You’re going to love this.”
Without another word, he takes your hand and leads you to a nearby chair, guiding you to sit down. You can hear him moving around the room, and a moment later, he returns to stand in front of you.
“I’m going to run my hands up your legs,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Guess which pair of nylons I’m wearing.”
You nod, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down your spine as you wait for his touch. A moment later, you feel his fingertips gently brushing against the skin of your thighs, slowly making their way upwards towards your hips. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and you find yourself struggling to guess which pair of nylons he’s wearing as your arousal continues to build.
“I give up,” you say finally, your voice breathless with desire. “Which ones are they?”
Declan chuckles softly before removing the blindfold from your eyes. “They’re the ones I had on earlier,” he says, gesturing towards the red fishnet stockings that still cling to his legs. “I just wanted to see how much you were paying attention.”
You smile and reach for another pair of nylons - a sheer white pair with delicate lace detailing. Slowly rolling them up your legs, you savor the feeling of the soft material against your skin as Declan watches intently, his eyes never leaving your body.
“Your turn,” you say finally, handing him the blindfold.
Declan takes it and ties it around his own eyes before standing in front of you. “Go ahead,” he says, his voice low and husky with desire. “I’m all yours.”
You take a deep breath before running your hands up his legs, feeling the smooth material of the nylons beneath your fingertips as you make your way towards his hips. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and you find yourself struggling to guess which pair of nylons he’s wearing as your arousal continues to build.
“I give up,” you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “Which ones are they?”
Declan chuckles softly before removing the blindfold from his eyes. “They’re the black opaque ones,” he says, gesturing towards the stockings that still cling to his legs. “I just wanted to see how much you were paying attention.”
You smile and reach for another pair of nylons - a pair of shimmering gold fishnets that glint in the candlelight. Slowly rolling them up your legs, you savor the feeling of the delicate material against your skin as Declan watches intently, his eyes never leaving your body.
As you continue to explore your shared fetish for nylons, the atmosphere in the room becomes charged with desire. The soft glow of the candles casts flickering shadows on the walls, and the only sounds are the whispered words of encouragement and the gentle rustle of nylon as you both try on different pairs.
Eventually, Declan takes your hand and leads you towards the conference room door. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” he says, his voice low and seductive.
You nod, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down your spine as you follow him out of the room and down a dimly lit hallway. The thrill of being in an empty office building after hours, coupled with the knowledge that you’re both about to indulge in your shared fetish for nylons, is almost too much to bear, and you find yourself struggling to catch your breath as you follow Declan towards your next destination.
Finally, he stops in front of a door marked “Private” and turns to face you. “Are you ready for this?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod, feeling your heart race with anticipation as he opens the door and leads you inside. The room is dark, save for the soft glow of a few candles placed strategically around the space. A large, comfortable-looking bed dominates the center of the room, covered in plush pillows and silk sheets.
Declan takes your hand and leads you towards the bed, his gaze never leaving your body as he guides you to sit down on the edge of the mattress. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” he says, his voice low and seductive as he begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing the smooth skin of his chest beneath.
You watch him intently, feeling your arousal build as you take in the sight of his toned physique. As he finishes undressing, you reach for the hem of your dress and slowly pull it up over your head, revealing the sheer black nylons that still cling to your legs beneath.
Declan’s eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of your semi-naked body, and he reaches out to run his hands along the curves of your hips and thighs, savoring the feeling of the nylon material against his skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans in to kiss you passionately, his lips warm and soft against yours.
As you continue to explore your shared fetish for nylons, the atmosphere in the room becomes charged with desire. The soft glow of the candles casts flickering shadows on the walls, and the only sounds are the whispered words of encouragement and the gentle rustle of nylon as you both indulge in your mutual passion.
The evening stretches on, each moment more intense than the last, as you and Declan explore the depths of your shared fetish for nylons. The thrill of being somewhere you’re not supposed to be, coupled with the knowledge that you’re both fully committed to indulging in your desires, is intoxicating, and you find yourself lost in a haze of pleasure as you continue to push the boundaries of your shared fetish.
As the hours pass, you both become increasingly turned on by each other, the promise of what’s to come hanging heavy in the air between you. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, and you find yourself struggling to catch your breath as you imagine the night ahead, filled with passion, desire, and the endless exploration of your shared fetish for nylons.
You and Declan sneak into an empty office building after hours, finding a private room where you can continue exploring each other’s nylon fetishes without interruption. As you enter the room, you lock the door behind you and begin to undress. The setting is dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering in the corner of the room. The sound of your heavy breathing fills the space as you indulge in your shared passion for nylons.
Declan pulls out a pair of sheer black stockings and blindfolds you with them. Your senses heighten, making you more aware of his touch as he caresses your body through the nylons, teasing you with gentle strokes. You moan softly, lost in the sensations he creates.
‘Tell me how it feels,’ Declan whispers in your ear.
‘It feels amazing,’ you reply breathlessly. ‘I can feel every touch magnified through the nylon.’
Declan continues to explore your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. He pauses at your thighs, running his hands up and down the sheer material, causing goosebumps to rise on your flesh.
‘I love how these stockings feel,’ you say, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘They’re so soft and smooth.’
Declan smiles against your neck before moving on to your hips and waist. He takes his time, enjoying the feel of the nylon against his fingers as he traces every curve of your body.
‘Now it’s my turn,’ you say, taking control. You guide Declan to sit on a chair in the middle of the room while you stand before him. ‘I want you to wear these,’ you say, holding up a pair of shiny black stockings with a lace trim.
Declan eagerly slips them on, his cock already straining against his pants at the sight of you in control. You step closer, running your fingers along the seam of the nylons, admiring the way they hug his legs.
‘You look incredible,’ you say, your voice low and seductive. ‘Now, let’s see how well you can please me while wearing them.’
Declan doesn’t hesitate, dropping to his knees in front of you. He begins to kiss and lick your legs through the nylons, making you shiver with pleasure. You lean back against a desk, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on your skin.
As Declan continues to worship your legs, you reach down and unbutton your blouse, revealing your lace bra. His eyes widen at the sight, and he pauses for a moment before resuming his ministrations.
‘Take off my bra,’ you command, and he obeys eagerly. He unsnaps the clasp and slides the straps down your arms, freeing your breasts from their confines. Your nipples are already hard, poking through the lace of your bra.
Declan’s eyes lock on your chest as he leans in to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucks gently, causing you to moan and arch your back. You thread your fingers through his hair, guiding him to your other breast as he alternates between the two, teasing and pleasuring you with equal intensity.
You can feel your arousal building, and you know that it’s time to take things further. ‘Stand up,’ you say, your voice firm. Declan rises to his feet, his eyes never leaving yours. You reach for the button of his pants, slowly undoing it before sliding the zipper down. His cock springs free, already throbbing with need.
‘Now it’s my turn to pleasure you,’ you say, wrapping your hand around his shaft. You stroke him gently at first, then increase your pace as he moans with pleasure. ‘Tell me how it feels.’
‘It feels incredible,’ Declan gasps. ‘Your hands feel so good through the nylons.’
You smile, enjoying the power you have over him in this moment. You continue to stroke him, using your grip on his cock to control his pleasure. He leans against the desk, his head thrown back as he surrenders to the sensations you create.
As you both become more turned on, you engage in passionate foreplay, using your hands and mouths to explore every inch of each other’s bodies through the nylons. The soft fabric only heightens the intensity of your touches, making every caress feel more intimate and erotic.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, you both climax simultaneously. Declan’s cock throbs in your hand as he comes, his release soaking the nylons that cover your fingers. You cry out in pleasure, your orgasm washing over you in waves as you feel Declan’s release against your skin.
Exhausted but satisfied, you collapse onto the floor together, still wrapped in each other’s arms. The thrill of finally indulging in your shared kink without fear of judgment or repercussions is indescribable. You discuss future adventures and scenarios that cater to your mutual love of nylon stockings, excited by the prospect of exploring even more aspects of your fetish together.