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I am unlucky that nature has not spoiled me very much on the outside, I’m not very big and have a rather full figure. Since the hair on the head on the head, most of the time, has evaporated into nowhere very early, I would have to lie if I were called Adonis. There is not much optically peculiar to in more than superficial Contact to come to a desirable woman.
Unfortunately, the amount of happier relationships in my life can be counted on one hand. Because if I was rarely able to interest an attractive woman for me, it was always over again and again when we spent the first night together;Or worse: wanted to spend. Because to make matters worse, I not only have an oversized sex drive (you could also say: I’m a horny), but I am a full-grown nylon fetishist.
One could say better: pantyhose fetishist. The delicate material of pretty female legs has been taken with me since my puberty, I like to feel it in my hands. But tights only make me really keen when they cover the cracked butt of a good built woman or I have theirs pussy can see and caress through the transparent fabric. The vast majority of women with whom I had already come to my bedroom quickly took flight again when they from mine fetish experienced.
In the best case, they didn’t want to have anything to do with it, but mostly such unpleasant vocabulary came like “Perverses pig” or “Fieser Lüstling” before I was alone too quickly – and was lonely. So I didn’t have much more than to buy many lustful tights fucking from professional women in the Eros centers. And at this point I can say that at least I was really lucky at one point in life: I have money like hay.
At the beginning of the 1990s, I started building a small internet company with a study friend from the university that was quickly quite successful and soon made a lot of money. In the meantime, it has become a well-running medium-sized company with customers from all over Europe, whose bubbling yields and both founders rinse far more money into the cash register than you can actually spend. Sure, I have a beautiful old town house in the city center and a small thatched roof covered on a North Sea island directly at the beach, I also enjoy an almost 50-year-old perfectly restored English roadster, which is in the garage, but that’s it with the violent spending on the money.
I live alone (see above) and more than a schnitzel a day the emperor cannot eat like mine Father to say. So I didn’t mind paying the professional women generously for their love services in tights. I always brought my own pantyhose to such appointments, because to all the misfortune I am also very picky when choosing my nylon fetish. Mass goods from the discounter with unototically reinforced heeled parts and of inferior material are used at most when I discover on business trip in the hotel in the evening that I had forgotten to put a beautiful Wolford Nude 9 or Falke Shelina 12 in the FLIGHT CASE.
Then “replacement” was needed quickly, because without tights the evening will be Jerk off Only half as beautiful – or does not work because the boss just doesn’t want to inject despite great lust. But maybe more of that later. First I would like to indicate the reason why I actually wrote down this here. For a year now I have finally been right and unconditionally happy with my pantyhose fetish. And that came like this: every year in June is in St.
Petersburg a great international symposium, which deals with new developments in the field of artificial intelligence (AI). Our company is regularly represented there and my co -partner and I also attend the congress in which it is one year, in the next I and so on again. Last June it was my turn again and, to be honest, I was looking forward to the five days, not least because the event was in the “White Next”, where it was no longer completely dark at night.
In addition, the old town of ST has. Petersburg also offer something and last but not least you can eat there very, very well (and drink). But the first congress day was very exhausting. I took part in two workshops, listened to an impulse department and a round of discussions and spoke to some other congress participants in between, which I meet there every time. Finally, shortly after 8 p.m., we left the congress building and strolled over to the old town.
As always, I lived in the Hollyday Inn on the Moscow brochure and nearby there is a small very cozy restaurant where we wanted to go out to eat tonight. Before that I just went over to the hotel, showered and exchanged the business look with a jacket and tie against a dark green polo and a bright chino. All tables were now occupied over there in the “Matreshka”, but my acquaintances had kept me a chair at a large corner table.
At our table, only men sat except for two pretty somewhat younger women who literally liked the first sight. They were called Finja and Kira, but I didn’t know that yet. The evening took a very happy course. The food was excellent as expected, I had eaten a large fish plate enjoyingly and the “Schiguljowskoje” beer flowed plenty. The conversations became more relaxed, we laughed a lot and the two young women also laughed, they seemed to understand German and English, which was mainly spoken at our table.
I felt comfortable in this round with her mixture of professionalism and alberei and therefore didn’t really want to go back to the hotel when the first numbers and went. The round quickly became smaller and last but not least, three colleagues and I stay on a last beer;And the two women also ordered an absurd wall. But then both got up to go there briefly, where women basically go to two and only when they raised did I discover that both of them did not wear pants to their tops and cardigans, but skirts.
And apparently very fine glossy stockings – or even tights? The boss immediately contacted my pants and started growing. Afterwards I would have a very pleasant and exciting wanking template in my head in the hotel room if I ended the day with an enjoyable cumshot like every evening. When the two came back, we all moved closer together at the table and so I sat next to one of the two.
She had a rather petite figure, but with obviously full bust and a pretty face with two dimples, a small nose and a slightly heart -shaped mouth, which is made in dark red. Her dark blonde, slightly reddish hair fell to her shoulders and were styled in the forehead into a fringed pony. She was wearing a dark green top, a cotton fabric and bat sleeves, which was cut out of an asymmetrically, mint green cardigan and a slightly bell -shaped fairly short black skirt, plus the glossy nylons (or tights) and dark green pumps in the same color as the top.
She just looked great. And now I also learned her name: she was called Finya Kowaljowa and, like her companion, worked as an assistant at the State University of St. Petersburg in the computer science department. The two took part in the symposium on behalf of their department. The other young woman was called Kira Dorofejew, as I learned shortly afterwards. She was about the same size as Finya, but a little chubby, wore her black shiny year to the side to the neck of the neck with a cozy triangular pony and had made her little full mouth bright red.
She was wearing a black corsage dress with chiffon and underneath a bright red, laced black ankle boots with high heels and also glossy nylons (or tights?) Despite the beer drunk, my imagination ran in full swing. How would it feel that the punched legs of the two women to caress and find out whether they were actually wearing tights? Possibly still with unpleasant … no, I would imagine that afterwards in my hotel room if I would spoil myself at the end of the day.
Shortly before we finally dissolved the evening round, we briefly discussed the program of the congress for tomorrow and I made an appointment with Finya and Kira for a coffee in the lunch break. The two wanted to go home by subway, both of them had a small apartment near the university. I took the lift to the sixth floor, blocked the electronic door lock dreamily put me on the edge of the bed and looked for a little while in the bright starry sky above the city, which was still so bright that the newspaper may be still on the streetcould have read.
In the expectant cheerful mood, I chose a falcon of 8 pantyhose in matt gold from the flightcase, as always in size 48-50, because, I said it, I have “a somewhat stronger figure”, so I’m more fully slimmed “Or as the other benevolent descriptions of the overweight are called. Then I lay down on the bed naked, got the nylon costness out of the packaging, enjoyed the scent of the new tights and then roll it over feet, calves, thighs and my round butt.
The boss had immediately rose to the full size and was splendid in its fine -silent wrapping. The head cinema with Finya and Kira had long since started. Whether the two had an idea of how much their nylons could get a man upset. In my imagination I saw the two next to me on the wide bed. I caressed Kira’s round ass (that’s how I imagined it), the nylon felt indescribable.
With the other hand I stroked Finya full tits (so I imagined him to pamper her nylon furniture with one hand-and with the other my boss … no, that was just a imagination, in reality I fell with my fingers andIndex finger my excited penis in pantyhose and gently put it up and down. With the other hand I felt the exciting nylon on my legs and the inside of the thighs and saw Finya and Kira so clearly that it almost hurt.
And so it was really not surprising that the juice in my eggs soon could not be stopped. The cozy pulling at a well -known place increased and then the cum shot the nylon of the tights in several trains. The pictures of the two women blurred to shine color vertebrae and then it was over. Fulfilled and relieved, I relaxed, stayed that way for a while, felt the warm cum on the nylon and thought that something like that is called “Petite Mort” in French, in German: “Dress death”.
Then I put myself in the shower again with the tights, washed the cum from the now completely transparent wet nylon, rolled down the tights and put it on the bath towel over the heating grid to dry. Before I fell asleep, I thought about tomorrow. What would reunion with Finya and Kira? Part 2 (and other parts) follow.
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