Mature_Women

The Author

Ny Nyloni

(say Ny like in Nylon)

Germany´s most successful female author of pantyhose erotic, wife/man-sharing, and MILF fantasies! Queen of open gussets!

Ny Nyloni is a freelance journalist, describes the lusty satisfaction with silky material in her stories, as nylon lovers have never read before. Her readers call her "The master of movies in the mind's eye". Unbridled but tasteful sex with beautiful long legs in pantyhose and high heels!

Sex with the seductive shimmering look of beautiful, long legs plays a significant role. Wife sharing and man sharing, swinger club sex. That is what the author Ny Nyloni writes in her stories. She also describes the erotic experiences of sophisticated women with young men who desire their admirable, mature bodies. From the middle to the end of the last century, pantyhose provided a delightful, additional emphasis on the female legs. Quite a few young men were tempted into early secret erotic fantasies by touching and looking at women dressed in this way. In this way, Ny Nyloni fulfils the secret desires and wet dreams of men who love the classic female form and want to learn from these goddesses.

" They love my legs. Everything else happens by itself" Marlene Dietrich.

The author lives in Munich and on the island of Capri with beloved husband Paul.

I self-publish and translate my eBooks myself. Therefore, I apologize in advance for any unfamiliar formulation. Hope the best.

Copyright on cover pic by Lady Vi

@to_be_a_ladyy3

What to expect in Seduced by Mature Women

Having a wet dream means having maybe one image of a really stunning Milf in your head...! Or two, maybe three or four?

If you're a pubescent boy lying alone in your dark teenage room, you hear the clacking of pointy high heels in the hallway from a mature woman, the clacking stops outside your door, and the door opens a crack.... it could be one of the Milfs in these four fantasies Ny Nyloni has dreamed up for an eighteen-year-old English boy who follows the gorgeous Lady Vi on Instagram, and a student from Innsbruck who suddenly finds himself face-to-face with his secret dreams: two ladies in a café with seductively shimmering legs...!

But the lustful round dance opens with the exciting fantasy of a jewellery saleswoman in a department store who, opposite the hosiery department, observes the young, bashful boys who want to buy or just look at pantyhose there. She fulfils one of them a much-desired wish!

A hot, exciting date under Vesuvius and a silky threesome in the Grand Hotel from two perspectives complete these wet fantasies of young men about beautiful, mature women with long stockinged legs, silky feet and magnificent breasts...! Read, feel, cum!

1st Fantasy: Petra, the Jewellery Saleswoman

Petra stands behind a jewellery stand every day at Karstadt, a large department stores' chain in Germany, directly opposite the hosiery department. Here you can find all the popular pantyhose brands, from Hudson to Falke to the expensive Wolford.

She likes to watch the customers when they shop there.

Women do it quite normally, they look briefly, they actually know beforehand which brand they want and then they are already gone again.

Men are different.

There are those who only look at the department from a distance.

They don't dare go closer. Someone from their circle of acquaintances might see them and then who or what do they buy nylons for?

Then there are those who search for a long time until they find the object of their desire. They take one, then another, compare the photos on the covers and usually take several.

Petra knew them all.

Often the same men always came. And she knew why.

Her ex had also been a nylon lover. She never had to buy any pantyhose; he always brought some home. Together they opened them in the gusset with a small pair of nail scissors, just enough for his thick glans to fit through!

Sex in pantyhose had been his thing and she thought it was okay too.

Sometimes he'd put one on himself and she'd learn how to give a man a blowjob when he was wearing pantyhose. She quite liked the material and when they made love in position 69, she licked along the silky fabric as she climaxed screaming!

Well, then at some point a young secretary had come along and won with her super legs.

Not that Petra didn't have nice legs, on the contrary: her chassis was in top shape!

But just used.

Now she stood here, selling jewellery and watching nylon fetishists shopping on the side. Every now and then she had a date with one or the other colleague or customer, but it didn't last. Most men didn't understand why she sometimes wore pantyhose to bed. And high heels. And so, there was again only "normal" food in her bed, which she prepared very well, and which also tasted good, but unfortunately also became increasingly rare!

She had nothing against one-night stands, but actually did not like the whole excitement before and then the sudden disinterest afterwards. She preferred to stay alone. And her imagination was rich and satisfying.

Petra hadn't had a silky pleasure herself for a long time and hadn't been able to give it to anyone. When she observed one or the other man at the pantyhose shelf, her desire to try it again grew.

Sometimes young men, rather boys, 16, 17 years old, came and roamed the shelves.

Her Ex had once told her that he had already stroked the legs of his mother as a little boy and since then went for it. There seemed to be many such little boys.

And they masturbated while pulling a pair of pantyhose around their cock!

Petra and her ex had masturbated together and watched each other do it. She especially liked it when he jerked off with the nylon with pleasure and slowly, while he stroked her silky legs with his other hand.

Petra sorely missed these intimate moments.

There was another one of those. She guessed him to be eighteen, maybe nineteen years old. He first looked at the large advertising posters of Wolford pantyhose on the walls, then timidly walked over to a shelf and spied. He looked good, the well-trained athlete, maybe a soccer player, and Petra had nothing to do right now and had been pretty fuzzy all morning.

It had actually been a long time since she had had something alive between her thighs. And so young they were still very much alive!

Her vibrator was no substitute for such pulsating flesh in the long run!

What was me actually thinking about here, you old woman?

He was much too young!

Or?

She could be his mother!

Well ... even! I'm sure he'd love that.

Oh, now he looked over. When he noticed that she was looking at him, too, he quickly turned away.

How sweet. Now he didn't even dare to look further to the pantyhose.

He left. Too bad.

Where she had just made friends with the idea of catching a young man who could certainly still be taught a lot. About his "Pointie". She missed it. And she knew quite a few things about the thousand erogenous zones of a man! Now he was gone.

Five customers later he was back. He was standing a little further away in the shoe department. Women's shoe department, of course. And he looked over.

She returned his gaze and stood still.

Petra noticed how it was a second too long. Even longer.

She smiled. So did he. Shyly.

Now he came toward her, but then went back into the stockings.

Behind a shelf.

He wasn't exactly the master at flirting, well, she was 38 and he was 18 at most.

So, she had to take the initiative.

She quickly skimmed her appearance: tight leopard top made of Lycra, black stretch skirt, very mini, anthracite pantyhose, wafer-thin and high heeled black velvet shoes. The tights were the most important piece of clothing now, she realized immediately.

Because if he was really into it, the first thing he would do was pattern her.

Her legs were long and good shaped. Her breasts, on the other hand, were a bit small, but as she said, manageable and in good shape!

She didn't really need a bra, but she wore one anyway, which pushed her tits up a bit.

But she was most proud of her hair. It was really long, hanging almost to her butt, and was straight and shiny. Shiny black. Like a Spanish girl.

Her Ex had done nice things with it, he loved to rub his penis in it and wrap it around it. Again, she was thinking about sex!

Repeatedly he looked over. She noticed it, also while an old lady was letting her show her a cheap ring. As if unintentionally, she positioned herself a little to the side of the sales counter.

So, he could finally see her long legs! And he saw them! That had seated!

When the customer had gone, she bent down a bit and stroked up a silky calf of her with both hands, just like that. As she did so, she glanced in his direction, as if by chance. He was standing only five meters away from her, watching her with fascination

"Do you like what you see?" she heard herself ask, adding encouragingly:

"The pantyhose I'm wearing can be found at the shelf right behind you!"

Immediately the young man blushed as if he had been caught doing something forbidden, but then said, "Um... thank you.... um... I like her... where can I find her?"

"Behind you!" Petra laughed and walked up to him. "Who do you want it for? I mean, what size do you want it to be?"

"Och... I don't know... oh yes, it's supposed to be for my mother.... um...!"

"Ah, for your mother. What size is she?"

"Um... I'm not sure...!"

"Does she have such nice legs like me?"

"Well, similar, maybe not as long.... not quite as nice...!" He was turning red as a beetroot now!

"Or are you going to buy your own pantyhose? For you, I mean!"

That was bold, but Petra suddenly felt herself getting bolder.

"For me?" he asked, defending himself a little too quickly, "No, what makes you think that? Men don't wear pantyhose!"

He laughed awkwardly and bashfully. Caught.

"Och, I know some.... well... knew... um... do you want to buy these now?"

She looked him straight in the eyes again. Beautiful eyes, longing eyes. Those eyes told her now, at that moment, that the young man would give anything to be allowed to caress her legs for once.

"Well, I don't know...! Really, you know men who wear pantyhose?"

"Well, I knew someone. My ex. He was into it! Are you into it too?"

Petra thought now everything was said from her side. If he was not completely stupid now, he jumped on or turned around and went.

"How do they even come up with something like that? I mean, do I look like that?"

"No, you actually don't look like that at all, you look really good. But you like pantyhose, that has nothing to do with it at all and no one is helping you with that.

Your girlfriend, if you have one, is too young to understand and your mother is off limits.

You secretly rummage through her laundry and who knows what else you do, secretly... at night!“

He was totally speechless. She ran over him but also downright with his fetish.

Bright red and completely finished, he looked at this racy woman stunned.

She continued to amaze him: "If you want to know how I know all this, then let's go to the cafeteria and have a drink and a little chat. Because I'm on break now. Well?"

It was just too much for him. He just nodded helplessly, and she walked ahead of him in clicking heels.

She would bet a million dollars that he was now looking at her legs completely unabashedly!

Stefan the nylon fetishist

Man, that was a bullet! Dressed In such a horny pantyhose!

Never before had he seen something so hot up close. With his mother maybe once in the bedroom, well. He often watched through the door gap, as she put on pantyhose and could not look away again.

In the evening he had actually gone to her laundry and had taken out this pantyhose. He put them around his penis and masturbated until the doctor came! Yes, men are really sick!

In the process, however, he always squirted his semen into the pantyhose and had to dispose of them.

Fortunately, his mother seemed to have never noticed it.

He actually just wanted to buy a pair of tights again, just for this purpose.

And now this!

Already the whole time, since he had entered the department store today for the first time, this race woman had struck him. This incredibly long, black hair. This body in the tight leopard top.

That's what a jewellery saleswoman had to look like.

Then, standing next to her counter earlier, he also saw her even longer legs.... and that she was wearing pantyhose!

Suddenly, he realized that he could never really masturbate without once having had a touch of nylon on warm, slender female legs.

On just such legs! And how this woman looked at him! Unbelievable!

Somehow attractive. Not at all rejecting. This beauty could have now really everyone. What a pity!

And now she was teasingly clacking back and forth in front of him, explaining how she knew he was digging through his mother's laundry.

She probably also guessed that his girlfriend, whom he had known for a short time, would not wear pantyhose for him and that he could never ask her to do so. What was she to think of him? Young women all wanted people to take them as they were. In the truest sense of the word.

But this pantyhose-cover made flesh in front of him knew all his problems and seemed to know a whole lot more!

He felt his penis swelling in his pants. As he walked, he got a hard-on here at Karstadt

He only noticed that they had arrived at the cafeteria.

"Come on, we sit down there and speak!”

She had an ex, she mentioned.

An Ex who had liked pantyhose! And she seemed to have understood this one. Awesome! Simply unbelievable!

Petra and Stefan

Petra spoke it and then they sat at a table. Stefan still didn't say anything, but she kept looking at him.

So, I guess she had to keep taking the initiative.

"What's your name? I'm Petra. Nice to meet you!"

And she actually reached her hand across the table to him.

"My name is Stefan... um... I'm glad to meet you too, honestly!"

"Stefan, fine. So, what were you doing in the stocking department? Buy some for yourself?"

"Um, no. Or yes, but not to wear. I've never worn any, honest! “

"Oh, what a pity. I thought you liked that. There's nothing wrong with it. I've got some on, too! You've already registered that favourably, haven't you?"

At that, she laughed and threw her head back. Her long black hair fell fantastically!

He also laughed and became a little more liberated. Then they looked into each other's eyes for a long time again.

Man, oh, man! Was this woman beautiful. And she also had such a beautiful, red mouth. To kiss and to...!

He looked at it a little too long.

"Well, what are you thinking right now?" she asked mischievously.

"Oh, nothing... um... well, I was just thinking that they have nice mouth and stuff!"

"Thanks!" Again, she looked at him for a long time. Most of all she would like to kiss him. Just like that, then everything was easy. But here, in public, with this half child?

"How old are you, Stefan?"

"Eighteen, for one month!" He said that quite proudly, as if it would change something about his immaturity in certain things.

And she would change something in the near future, guaranteed! Petra wanted it now. Before he got even a day older! Today!

But Stefan should still fidget a bit. It still had to crackle a little. In conversation.

"Come on, tell me what you do with the tights, if you already do not put them on. Well?“

She looked at him and he already suspected that she knew exactly what he wanted to do with it.

But he wouldn't tell her that. He couldn't. "You act like you already know that, too!"

"I do know. I know everything men do with nylon!"

And then she said the sentence that finally stiffened his cock:

"I like it too."

She spoke more softly now. More conspiratorially. She took his hand, which was on the table, and leaned further toward him.

"Now, if you may put your hand on my thigh, will you tell me?"

Oh boy! The blood flow to his member was tremendous and he was already restlessly sliding back and forth on his chair.

Petra didn't believe herself that she had said all that, but her lap was getting all hot and wet! It did not calm down at all and twitched inside!

She just seduces an almost inexperienced young and his look was roundly helpless.

He was wax in her hands. And she enjoyed it like a hunter who had the deer safely in front of the shotgun!

The boy in front of her groaned a little, but then said, returning her handshake:

"I don't know... I can't tell...!"

Her hand guided his to the edge of the table. Everything in his mind focused on that movement. She looked so determined, but somehow sweet about it, as if she understood all the nylon problems in the world.

Both hands left the table top. There could only be inches between his palm and the silky meshes on her warm leg!

Petra looked around and convinced herself that no one was watching her.

Then she came close to his ear and Stefan felt her hot breath as she said:

"I know what you do when you lie alone under your covers! And tonight, you're going to come over and show me!" Then she gently licked his ear with the tip of her tongue and continued to breathe, "I'd love to see it. Come at eight. 10 Main Street, bottom bell. 2x! “

And at the same time, she put his hand on her leg! On her so silky smooth pantyhose!

It was overwhelming! Such a delicious feeling!

The fine structures sent itching impulses through his bulging glans!

Slowly he slid tentative fingers over the texture, taking in every millimetre of that glory.

She continued to look at him as she did so, letting him know with her gaze that she enjoyed being the first to give him this feeling!

Then she suddenly stood up and said, "At eight. Be on time! “

And he watched her longingly for a long time as she stalked through the door with a lascivious stride and clattering heels. He could still feel the warm yarn under his palm. It was all so incredible, so unreal! This dream woman had just offered him a date! A date where he was supposed to masturbate in front of her!

She suspected that he was masturbating in tights.

That was as clear as mud.

Speaking of masturbating. His cock was harder than ever. And he suddenly had so many new fantasies in his head, and that touch of her shimmering legs...!

Silky Fulfilment 8pm

10 Main Street, bottom bell.

Stefan had been around for half an hour.

It was an apartment building with four floors.

She seemed to live on the first floor.

No name on the sign. She was waiting for him, that was enough!

Petra stood behind the curtain, a little further away, so that the young man would not see her.

But she had seen him long ago.

He must have been terribly excited.

She knew that she was fulfilling his "wet dream": mature woman and young man!

And she was equally confused. For her it was just as horny, only the other way around.

What had she actually started?

Do not even think about it. Now she had to and wanted to continue to play the strong one.

She had never had a younger man, let alone such a young one!

Maybe it was also his first time? No, certainly not. But in any case, his first time with a woman in pantyhose! My God, what a crazy madness!

What would it be like? Would he really do it in front of her...? The idea excited her enormously.

Suddenly she saw movies with mature women in open robes and suspenders on their legs!

Yes, anyway... what should she wear... still she wore the same clothes as today at noon.

Well, it seemed he liked them. She blushed as she suddenly thought of the small nail scissors in the bathroom and what she could open with them? Should she? That's when the bell rang! 2x!

Stefan rang the bell.

In fact, after several attempts, he had now bravely pressed the button.

His stomach was in turmoil. He felt hot in the stomach. And he wasn't that brave either.

Oh, what the heck! After all, she had invited him. But he wouldn't masturbate in front of her. Would he really not?

The door buzzer! Press, open, enter... a small staircase... the left door opened...!

She didn't come out... what did she look like...? a few steps only...!

Stefan looked down... looked up... oh man!

He had hoped she looked like she did at noon today!

There she stood on her high heels in the black velvet pumps...!

Anthracite legs... shimmering nylon... mini skirt... leopard top... long hair...!

Wet bright red lips...! Promising!

Big eyes that were eyeing him... looking at him uncertainly.... a little helpless!

"Hello Stefan! Come on in!"

Oh man, like in the movies! And he played the leading role.

The bouquet of flowers in his hand went up and he heard himself say:

"Hello... um... Petra... for you!"

It struck him and her that this was the first time he'd called her by name.

Her living room was nicely decorated, kind of cozy. It had style.

Gosh, it was so unimportant!

"I'm glad you came," she said after he took a seat on the couch and she draped herself across from him in the armchair, her legs endlessly long and shimmering dark!

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't dare. You know, I'm probably just as nervous as you are. I don't usually seduce little boys.... um.... men!"

She laughed. A little unsure, but she was so beautiful!

This woman would eat him up like a warm piece of apple pie, he was suddenly quite sure of that! A warm piece of cake with vanilla sauce.

Petra would give him her wonderful body and he would fuck her today in this gorgeous pantyhose! Unbelievable!

His thing was swelling. He was wondering if she could see it. She seemed to have everything under control, she was perfect for his first silky time, and he suddenly knew that he would walk out of here a seasoned man, and nothing would be the same.

Anything he would do for that!

Anything?

It came back to him what he was supposed to be doing here. Would she still demand that of him?

After they small talked a bit, he could hardly concentrate, she leaned forward a bit and looked at him tensely.

"Do you remember why you're here? Have you considered showing me what you do with a pair of pantyhose when you're lying alone in your room, listening to see if no one might come in? Do you?“

She smiled. Oh, that was terrible. She had not forgotten. He fussed.

"What do you... um... do you think I should do?"

Oh, cleverly, he let her take the initiative. Petra stood up. She was so tall on her heels. Slowly she strutted around the small coffee table. All he could see were legs, gloriously stockinged, endless legs. She smiled mischievously.

Then she sat next to him. Very close!

He felt her heat and now got a huge boner!

She took his hand again and put it gently on her thigh!

Again, he felt the silky material under his fingers and immediately it began to twitch and itch in his glans! His womb was also already very restless.

Helplessly he looked into the big eyes right in front of his face.

Saw her red mouth... the inviting lips... so moistly shimmering...!

Tentatively approaching!

Then, just before touching him, she breathed, "I know you wanted to satisfy yourself with the pantyhose while looking at the cover. I also know that you might be thinking of someone you can never have, just her laundry.... I also know," she whispered inches from his half-open lips, which felt her warm breath, "that you want me, and I promise you'll get me, right next door on my bed, if you show me first!"

Then she kissed him tenderly and he felt her warm tongue against his and they slowly meandered around each other.

Oh, was that great and his hand stroked harder over the silky yarn on her leg and his penis soon burst!

No matter, he would do it, everything he would do! When she stopped kissing him, he whispered softly and uncertainly, "But I didn't buy pantyhose!"

"I actually still have the wrapping on hand from the one I'm wearing now!" she said. She reached behind her and pulled out the slinky cover from Wolford.

"The only difference is that I'm already wearing it. You can touch it while you're touching yourself...!"

Her hand was already on his belt. He groaned.

Madness, what was happening here.

He was helping her, suddenly he couldn't wait to begin.

Quickly he had pulled down his pants, also his briefs and bobbing his throbbing cock stuck out into the warm room air!

Hard and lustfully throbbing with so much itching blood as never before!

Her mouth was at his ear, her hair tickled his cheek as she took his hand and guided it to his penis.

She whispered, "Take it Stefan, do it slowly, look at the woman in the photo and think she's me, you're about to get to rub up against those legs!"

As if in a trance, he put his fingers around his member in the usual way, immediately movement came to his abdomen. But he also already felt it almost coming!

It was so new, so beautiful, the way this woman sat here beside him, his hand on her stockinged thigh, sizzling over it!

He looked at the cover she was holding with long, red-painted fingernails, saw the woman with the beautiful legs on it, imagined the nylon on it and what he was doing with it, rubbed against her legs in his mind, let himself go and completely forgot the supposed embarrassment of the situation.

Everything was fine!

Petra moaned lightly in his ear, he noticed how her body also moved lustfully.

He made faster strokes, it came, it came...!

She was aroused to the max and enjoyed what he was doing.

She looked down at the bulging glans and watched his jerking hand, breathing heavily.

Faster and faster, this became, louder and louder his breath, he would soon come, he came!

"Aaaahhhaaaaacccchhhh... ooooaaaaaaacccccchhhh!"

Long and persistent was his cry. His hand clawed into her thigh.

She hugged him and pressed him against her, feeling his spasmodically twitching body, watching him discharge and looking fascinated at the white cum spurting high and lots from the pink tip of his glans!

Immediately he cried out again in supreme pleasure as he felt the never before feeling of velvety tightness of a warm oral cavity and clawed his free hand into her beautiful, smooth, black hair.

More and more poured out of him and it wouldn't stop as he continued to jerk his shaft, feeling her sucking lips in demanding pressure warmly around!

Her tongue was taking in his semen and spreading it out as best it could so it wouldn't escape her mouth, but there was a lot, and it was oozing out the corners of her mouth.

Still holding his quivering body, she swallowed his jets.

Then it became quieter.

He relaxed a bit, breathed more softly, stroked through her hair and stopped his masturbation.

In this position they remained for a long time, while she carefully ran her tongue around his crown.

Soon, however, she focused on his frenulum, well knowing its special sensitivity!

(I call this particular spot " Pointie," as many of my readers know.
The point where a man's thousand erogenous zones join. Author's note.)

Satisfied, Petra noticed that the member in her mouth did not get smaller, as she was used to from older men.

This remained hard and stiff. Throbbing with pleasure again! For her! In a moment, next door on the bed!

When she came up again, she looked at him.

She had a red-smeared mouth, and it was very wet around it.

Her long hair fell somewhat dishevelled down her face.

She took his head in both hands and said:

"Let's go next door. It's more comfortable there!"

At that, he could smell his cum on her breath.

Then she kissed him tenderly and let him taste himself.

Stefan was still very confused and could not really grasp what had just happened.

Petra took him by the hand and pulled him up. Then she dressed his sweater over his head, and he got out of his pants. Split naked he walked behind her into the bedroom. His erect penis swayed with every step.

"Lie down on the bed. I'll join you in a minute!"

She went into the bathroom. He lay down on the already made bed and waited. What was she doing there for so long?

That's when she came out again. And she looked hot and horny, because she had taken off her top and her beautiful breasts attracted his eyes! As also the refreshed red lipstick!

Her skirt had disappeared and now she was standing in front of the bed on her high heels of the black velvet pumps, dressed only with the anthracite pantyhose.

What he didn't know was that she had already put the small nail scissors to use.

He realized it when she squatted over his pelvis without much fuss, lowered her hot lap until the opened gusset with its edge squeezed around his slippery shaft and her vaginal muscle snapped shut while already the soft, tight inner walls began to lure out his seed a second time!

Crying out pleasurably, he slid his hungry palms over her long, silky thighs to her tightly clasped, charcoal-coloured buttocks, sinking up and down. It would be a long, delicious night!

Hot fantasy of Little Pete

Dearest Lady Vi, I've been dreaming about you every night since I discovered you on Instagram. You are the fulfilment of all my wet dreams. But I guess we'll never meet. You better not know how old I am, but believe me, I'm big enough, at least when I desire your gorgeous body and silky legs. I'd love to chat with you, but it probably won't work.

But it did work...

2nd Fantasy: Hot Fantasy of Lady Violetta & Little Pete

Shortly after 6 p.m. you my Little Pete, come out of the check-in hall through the exit and step onto the ground of Naples for the first time. Your eyes glide searchingly over the waiting people until you finally find my eyes and sink into them. My heart beats faster too, but it is not only this muscle that throbs and spasms with excitement as you scan my appearance in a second to take me in. Briefly, I feel your disappointment as you realise that I am wearing jeans, skin-tight on my long legs, but also just trousers - and not a skirt or dress. After all, it's the end of November and it's only seven degrees in Naples, but the sun is shining, and the sky is blue! Then I do see a reaction run through you as you see through my subtlety. For a moment too long, your eyes suck in my black, classic, red-soled 12cm, 5“, pumps - registering the dark silky, shimmering areas between their patent leather edge and the hem of the 7/8 capri pants, the lightly shiny, wafer-thin nylon on my instep and slender ankles. You wonder for a moment if they are just socks, I am wearing but you quickly dismiss this uncool thought, I would never wear anything like that. As you rejoice and guess what it is, your blood supply begins to pump.

And you, I ask myself, do you wear your typical pair of Wolford tights, wafer-thin, mocha-coloured, under your travel jeans all the time on the train to London Heathrow airport and then on the plane to the Gulf of Naples? And indeed, you dare to do something, because above the edge of your shoes I think I detect a hint of the finest, darkest yarn, even though the trousers keep falling over them as you walk.

Your joyful excitement is written on your face, your incredulous gaze, this unique moment you have been longing for after you received in your mail my invitation with the plane ticket, shortly after your eighteenth birthday. My gift to you with the offer to spontaneously spend the next weekend at Vesuvius. Where we both know exactly what kind of active volcano I mean. Oh yes, there shoots with me already the lava, as I also imagine how we will take off each other's pants, as they slide down the silky materials on our legs and gives us the view of what we love free.

I wonder if you already have a hard-on, even before we press our cheeks together and celebrate the obligatory kiss kiss right and left, while your hands embrace me and immediately test what I'm still wearing under my black, gold-buttoned, thigh-short blazer? You press me tightly against you and my well-filled bra presses itself challengingly against your touches.

You are wonderful, you whisper, nice that you are here, I breathe. Our exchange across the distances in countless, hot messages have now melted down to a few inches.

In the cab we sit side by side in the rear, each with his hand on the other's thigh, stroking it as if the denim were non-existent. Surely, we would gaze longingly into each other's eyes for even longer if we weren't repeatedly forced to look ahead in fright, hoping to escape a looming accident in the next moment. Even I, as a seasoned driver and connoisseur of the conditions in this traffic chaos that is indefinable to outsiders, am never allowed to relax, here, where the cab drivers are all little Schumachers or Vettels, but who, like their Ferrari-driving idols, know their trade masterfully, but swear and gesticulate loudly. I think your boner has shrunk to a tip as we finally approach the harbour area, where you can finally catch a glimpse of the sea and the big ships. Even now, in the setting November sun, it sparkles as blue as it can only sparkle here. The light of the unique gulf welcomes you and I can't wait to do the same.

Finally, we are there, I take my blond short hairstyle from your shoulder, against which I leaned the last miles, look up at you and then we kiss for the first time. My full lips widen willingly as your tongue penetrates cheekily, but I already see something completely different penetrating there in my mind's eye, surely just like you, who wonders how that will feel then.

In front of the Hotel Excelsior, right on the waterfront, opposite the Castel dell ‘Ovo, the doorman takes your little backpack from you as he opens the door of the cab and you quickly take your hand off my big bosom, because you couldn't wait to finally experience how it feels on me, even if only through the fabric of the blazer dress. You will have enjoyed it, but I give you a slap on your tight butt for your forwardness, which I sheerly enjoyed because it happened so unexpectedly and I hope not to get a stain in the crotch of the tight jeans that will betray how the hot lava drips unchecked through the open gusset of my pantyhose to the outside because of the absence of panties. Luckily my outerwear is long enough and covers my hot lap! You seem surprised when we land here in front of the luxury hotel in the Gulf, surely expected a boat that would have taken us across to Capri, my current domicile. I'm staying with the Nylonis for the winter, in their villa of pleasure. But I want to have you tonight, our first evening, all to myself, not meet any horny acquaintances. That could wait until tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.

Your cock is all mine tonight, I say in a lascivious whisper as we sit opposite each other in the restaurant, prolonging the moment, savouring the moments of lustfully heat and overflowing, a tingling delay of pleasure with excellent red wine, vitello tonnato, pasta and tender veal and a tiramisu that can hardly be waited for, where I hopefully won't already leave a lake of lava on the expensive designer chair. Because I have in the meantime got rid of my disturbing jeans, had briefly driven up to the small suite with view on the gulf and had checked my, now you much more just, outfit once again.

Your thing is hard as steel, you told me in a husky voice, after I had approached our table again, lasciviously walking on pointed heels through the well-attended restaurant. Your widening eyes at the sight of me were reward enough, I knew how much you liked my long, honey-shimmering legs, as well in these noble, shiny wafer-thin pantyhose, which grew endlessly out from under the short hem of the double-breasted, sinfully expensive blazer dress, down to the high-heeled, black patent pumps by Louboutin, the master of erotic footwear. Such an appearance is also noticeable here, countless pairs of eyes, male and female, follow my legs, certainly asking how much this luxury escort probably costs the young fellow. I stroke under the table with my toe up your shin, that of the supposedly financially very potent suitor, and know how much you desire me at this moment and how unlikely it is that you could pay me.

I drink with my seductive, full lips from the red wine glass, with a mischievous look in the eyes, as if I would give you a blow job, my slender fingers with the almond-shaped filed, pointed, Ferrari-red fingernails wank on the stem of the glass as if it were the shaft of your bulging member and both of us feel, I only imaginary, the pulsation of the blood inside. Long ago you confessed to me how infinitely horny you are and that you can finally see me like this. As it should have always happened, but instead had been so only in your head cinema. I describe to you in long, tantalizing moments of this table talk, what I will do with you, how you will cry out in pleasure when I finally start to spoil you in my special way, how you will lie twitching against my long nylon legs and salivate with sheer horniness along it, because everything is so incredibly true.

Getting up from the table is then actually not so easy, even I sway, overcome by dizziness, and the idea of what lies ahead and also a little bit because of the delicious wine from Campanian harvest. You walk through the lobby a bit bent over, hoping that no one will notice your enormous pipe in your pants. But I can always reassure the men: When I walk through a lobby dressed like this, you don't have a gaze left for anything else, even if it's big, stiff cocks in pants following me. My own nerve endings are also sensitive and tense as lightning arcs, right into the finest veins of my cramping vulva. I can hardly wait to reach the elevator. Your gaze on my swaying buttocks, the silky legs and on the high heels with the red soles, I am very aware of it.

You moan into my mouth as I check your rock-hard manhood in the elevator with a skilful grip through the fabric of your pants with the fine yarn underneath. I return the gasping pleasure as your hand now pushes into my blazer dress and feels the cup size incredulously. I can just about assure you that you will cum on it tonight as the elevator door opens and we hurry to our suite.

It's not always like in the movie, where the impatient bodies semi-dressed press themselves against the wall panelling right after the door closes and complete the first fuck standing up with mouths wide open and tongues writhing, her honey stockinged legs wrapping around his pumping ass.

But as soon as we're inside, that's exactly what we do. You know almost everything about me, but are you really aware that I always have a production in mind, always want to ignite even more passion until the bodies flange against each other? So, I push you fast and salivating with my mouth to the edge of the king size bed, where you fall over backwards and immediately feel my fingers on your belt. Although you actually have a script in your head, you have to let it happen, because something like this is just way too horny, when the racy full-blooded woman kneels in front of your lap, looks at you with big eyes from below smiling knowingly and slowly opens your pants. Your gaze is so fantastically helpless and horny that you cannot describe, except that I myself twitch in my flooded crotch. Your pants must come down, you make your legs long and I see for the first time live the mocha-coloured nylon on your legs and at the same time your stiff, large member, clamped underneath. I take off your shoes while your pants fall to the floor, my face rests on your thigh and my fingers crawl from the side onto the bed...

I see your disappointed gaze when I suddenly straighten up, but then standing in front of you slowly unbutton my blazer dress and thus turn your facial expression back into excited passion. My eyes get horny on your ensnared glans flesh that surely rubs itchy from the inside on the wafer-thin structures of the noble Wolford, thereby my outerwear falls to the floor, and I have your full attention. Pining you watch everything so glorious: My alluring, red mouth, the knowing eyes, my heaving bust in the black bra and finally you gaze down on my swaying pelvis, wafer-thin ensnared by incredibly attractive, honey-shimmering pantyhose on my shapely, long legs on high heels!

Quietly dancing, in time with the soft jazz music in the background, I squeeze the well-filled cups of my lace bra to open it slowly in the back afterwards. Only briefly are your eyes on the protruding splendour, because I have already turned around and give you time to admire my ensnared buttocks and delicious legs under the delicate nylon! Shortly I throw a hot gaze over my shoulder and get incredibly horny by the fact when I see that you can hardly stand it at the latest now. You impatiently squeeze your hard, nylon-wrapped flesh with one hand while I slide to the floor in front of you, my shoes at your feet, lying on my stomach offering you my swaying ass and slightly spread long legs in full length and know, that you are now waiting for my red lacquered fingernails to slide underneath my belly until they reappear, slip up into my soaking wet cleft of the open gusset and start their miracle work on the hot, pink flesh in it!

Without seeing you, I know how fascinated and totally overwhelmed you look as my abdomen twitches up and down, how it rotates due to the expert benefits, until I suddenly cry out because my clit no longer needs so much stimulation and finally discharges! Gasping and moaning, still coming, I turn around, pleasure myself from the front, straighten up whimpering, fix you with a lust-distorted but determined face, and before you know it, I've already put my mouth over your nylon glans! For the first time that evening, you also cry out with unbridled passion. Looking at you further, kneeling in front of the bed, from your spread crotch, my shrewd fingers, tongue and nibbling teeth show you all the things you can do with a deliciously stiff, stockinged member. You lie on your back moaning in disbelief, watching with a face distorted with pleasure my deeds of lust, which I celebrate for some time, then also on the finally exposed, bobbing cock, out of the pantyhose that is pulled down and tucked behind the balls.

You don't believe all this, even that I come again and again, precisely because of your unbridled lust, your bulging, pulsating glans deep in my mouth. As the recipient of my messages to you, you know all this, of course, but reading it or actually experiencing it are two completely different worlds! I have long since sensed how violently it itches and throbs in your martyred flesh and I let go of you, breathing heavily and still twitching in ecstasy. I lie down on the bed next to you with my thighs wide open and hope that you realise what I expect from you now and do the right thing in the next moment.

And of course, you do! But first you have to satisfy your haptic and oral desire, the longing for it is too great. My silky legs in the pumps are still on the thick carpet and you are quickly in front of them, suddenly have your greedy hands and tongue all over my legs, exploring them from the thighs down to the high heels, licking and groping your way back up. I can't wait until you've reached the insides of my thighs, always licking with pleasure on the wafer-thin high-gloss textures! Your hands are already on my hips, your face now almost in the middle in front of my volcano, once again tonguing left and right on the yarn, oh, come to me at last! Suddenly everything is there at the same time, your lips, your open mouth, your searching tongue, your hands encompassing my full breasts, the lustful pinch in the nipples and everything and all at once and I'm already coming again! Oh God, you are so fucking good!

While I am still screaming and moaning, writhing and twitching, you are above me! A very deep sound, that's me, you penetrate, finally deep and hard, it's so pleasurable, so infinitely good and big and full and "aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!“

I don't really register what you feel anymore, but I know what I can still give you in my ecstasy and so I wrap my silky legs around your hips and rub our yarn together and we kiss and make love like an exploding volcano here in the hotel under Vesuvius! I feel you tense up because you don't want it yet, but you won't be able to stop it! I take your hot face in both hands, stare at you, want to see your gaze break lustfully, but I notice what you want, what you've always wanted - and so I open my leg scissors, you pull it out, I moan briefly in disappointment, but become even hornier, pull you up to me, you squat half over me and then you press your slippery pole firmly into my hot, heaving bosom flesh and rub back and forth a few more times between it! I press my tits together and against it from below, it comes out, hot, thick, white, it squirts up to my neck, I can't help it, bend over, open my mouth, first I get it all over my face, then you're there, I suck on it hard, tonguing your most sensitive spot, hear your primal screams, jerking wildly on your shaft, suddenly you're gone, sliding down again, still coming and twitching, then you're back in at the bottom, pumping the rest exhaustingly into me as we rub our slippery bodies together with wildly salivating kisses and incredulous sounds we've never heard from each other before.

Afterwards I lie down next to you the other way round, we drink another glass of wine while you take my silky legs to caress. Even as you enjoy it exhausted, I tongue you up again on your taut Pointie! You immediately stiffen and after another long and hard ride on you, you come screaming again, your hands alternately on my shimmering thighs or my big tits! In fact, you then toss me on my back and finally pleasure me in a cuddly, delicious, prolonged, tantric missionary position until you've lived up to your reputation as a master fucker and ascend into my Hall of Fame.

When you wake up in wonderment after a deep, exhausted sleep, it's because of my mouth again, lustfully fighting down your Morning Glory!

Enjoy it, my big one Pete!

Sweet wet dreams, Little Pete

Lady Vi

3rd Fantasy: A Fulfilled Email

Fan mail of Sebastian, 20, student from Innsbruck, emails:

Dear Ny.

This is the one fantasy that excites me the most. I have been dreaming about having sex in pantyhose with two women for a long time. In my fantasy, these are two mature, very experienced full-blooded women, maybe someone like you and your tongue-pierced girlfriend Yvonne! A little dominant and yet also very tender. I desire these women very much and one day they come to me and order me in a slightly commanding tone how I should satisfy them - and afterwards I am rewarded by them with their nylon legs and feet. What do you think of this little fantasy? Would it be worth a story to you?

Remail to Sebastian:

Two mature women and Sebastian the student

"Have you noticed the guy back there at the exit? He keeps looking over at us!"

Yvonne took a sip of her hot chocolate with hand-grated chocolate at Cafehaus Murauer, and I glanced unobtrusively over at the young man. A young lad, maybe nineteen or twenty years fresh. He had a direct view of my crossed, long legs, which were in a pair of bronze-coloured neon tights of Wolford. As so often, they seemed to attract the gaze of certain men. It didn't bother me either, knowing the attraction of shimmering yarn.

"Yes, it looks quite nice. Say, can't you just keep your eyes here with us? We're on a relaxing vacation!" I had to grin.

"Exactly! And the emphasis is on relaxation, my dear! Besides, you're holding your legs right in front of his nose, as if you didn't know exactly what that could do!"

"Not everyone is into nylon, Yvonne!"

"Maybe not, but it does seem to trigger him. Besides, after all, we make such a good impression here, don't we?"

It was already clear to me that we still looked great for our mid-forties.

Coincidentally, the waiter came by, and Yvonne said to my horror:

"Hello, would you mind asking the young man at the front entrance if we could have a word with him? “

As if it was the most normal thing in the world, he started walking and we saw him talking to the young stranger and looking in our direction.

In fact, the guy was coming towards us. Not bad. Our wellness weekend here in Innsbruck was taking shape.

"You wanted to see me?" The young man was a bit shy and now didn't know where to look first when he saw Yvonne's black stockinged legs sticking out of her short little costume!

"Um, yes! I'm Yvonne, this is my friend Ny. Why don't you sit with us!"

That's how I knew her, always brashly ahead!

When he sat down, he said, "I'm Sebastian."

"Fine, Sebastian. We wonder why you keep looking at us all the time."

Oh my, Yvonne.

"Um, well, you don't see such beautiful women here every day either. Are you from Innsbruck?"

I took the initiative at one point: "No, we're from Munich and we're taking a short vacation. What are you doing here? Are you from Innsbruck, Sebastian? “

He told us that he was a student, lived here and if we were interested, he would be happy to show us the city. With time, he relaxed a bit and dared to look at our long, shimmering legs from time to time. Clearly, he was a nylon fetishist, I bet!

Yvonne ordered a whole bottle of Champagne, and the mood became more relaxed.

And by now he was not only staring at Yvonne's legs but had also discovered her tongue piercing. A magical attraction for guys!

"Do you like us?" Yvonne looked deep into his eyes.

"Um, yes, very much!" He blushed.

Then he asked the question that had apparently been tormenting him all along, "Are you...? Um... if I'm wrong, I apologize in advance.... um... Luxury Escorts, Prostitutes?"

Stunned, we stared at him, but then had to laugh. The question came up often these days when women in short skirts and nylon on their legs were sitting somewhere, whether at a hotel bar or in an Austrian café on the shopping street.

"So, if it were us, what would you pay for us?" Yvonne joked.

"For both of us?"

"Oh, for both of us at once! That's going to be expensive, isn't it, Ny?"

At that, she looked at me mischievously.

I played along and asked, "Depends on what you want. Do you want us to do it before you, or do you want a threesome, or is there a special request?“

"Oh yes, there is, but I don't have any money!" He laughed, apparently realizing we were joking.

"And we're not whores, dear!" I acted indignant, but then relented, "But maybe we'll come to some other agreement...!"

"Oh... Um... yes maybe...?" he turned all red!

After a few glasses of champagne, we had then clarified what it came to him, and also us!

I leave here times the unimportant details away. Only important: All three of us were suddenly horny as hell!

A short time later we went hosiery shopping and then to the Grand Hotel Europa, where Yvonne and I had rented a suite.

Sebastian's wishes did not seem outlandish to us, on the contrary. We were set on all nylon play and when I saw Yvonne, I also got desire.

She wore a black corsage with suspenders that lifted her beautiful tits and showed them off freely! Mocha coloured seamed stockings shimmered on her long legs, and she wore black strappy sandals with pointed 6" high heels as well. Me, on the other hand, wanted to show off in black tights with fine vertical stripes and black patent pumps with a gold heel in the same high.

Over my heaving boobs, I wore a belly-baring netting top with an underboob look. For a spicy finish, we both pulled black gossamer gloves with polka dots over our red-painted fingers.

Our lips we painted salacious with dark red lipstick and so we now clicked out of the bathroom into the bedroom and saw how it left our lover to be speechless.

He, too, was wearing only marble-coloured, seamless Wolford Fatal pair of tights and I curiously eyed his semi-stiff penis under the wafer-thin yarn. Well, not bad!

Sebastian stood quite helplessly in the middle of the room and stared at us. The realization that now all his wet dreams should come true, drove the blush in his face. I bet that even in pantyhose he had never faced a woman! Let alone two women! Ny and Yvonne! The wet dreams of the nylon chic from Munich-Schwabing!

We two full-blooded Milfs slowly clicked on our heels around him, running our nylon gloved hands over his naked torso. He followed sometimes me, sometimes Yvonne with intimidated but lustful look, his eyes sometimes looking at our silky legs, then again at our handsome bust.

Yvonne stopped in front of him. She took his face between her hands and started kissing him! First tenderly, then wilder! Her pierced tongue drove through his mouth, and he already moaned! Tentatively he put his hands around the corsage at her waist.

When she let go of him, he had a lipstick smeared mouth and she breathed towards him:

"With this tongue I licked my girlfriend last night until she screamed and begged for mercy! Now I want to know if you can do the same!"

She took three steps back. As she did so, she looked down at his absolutely stiff cock in his pantyhose and then said to me, "Come on honey, lie down on the bed! He wants to pleasure you now!"

I did as I was told, we had agreed that she should play the dominant part.

I lay back on the sheet of the king-size bed, my silky shimmering legs slightly spread on the floor in front of it. Interested I watched from my lying position our playmate, who came with uncertain step towards me. He looked me in the open gusset, in which my shaved pussy already shone moistly expectantly! It felt at least already this way!

I saw his hard cock under the yarn and would have liked to fuck right away, but we were still far from it! When he knelt down in front of me, stretched out his hands and let them gently stroke the silky terrain on my thighs, which certainly excited him even more than me, I put my head back with pleasure and closed my eyes.

Already I felt his wet mouth on my thigh, then his hands stroking along the outside of it and nervously felt the refined structures with the longitudinal stripes! It shot me hot in the middle of my loins! Involuntarily, my lap jerked upward. I have been licked so many times in this position and it is always an exciting situation so close!

It was true, by the way, last night Yvonne and I had had "women's fun" and chased our tongues over each other's clits until total exhaustion. Let's see what this young man was capable of!

Oooh, there he was! Warm and wet, his tongue tip drove over my swollen labia while he clutched my thighs and held me in position!

Aaahhh, it was always delightful when they sought my sensitive spots with their tongues! And because Sebastian also started right away with it, my pelvis jerked up and with a satisfied moan I lifted my long legs and put them over his bare shoulders so that he felt the yarn not only under his palms!

Excited by this, he was licking wildly and found my longing clit, which immediately shot imposing signals through my loins!

"Aaaaahhh... mmmmhhhaaaaa...!" I let him hear how good that was and then noticed how the mattress next to me pressed in. With half-opened eyes I looked in the direction, caught the big mouth of Yvonne, which was already very close over my face and then wide open over my red painted lips! „Ooohhhaaammmmmpppfff...!“

She suppressed my surprised cries of pleasure, her pierced tongue wrapped around mine! Already I felt her silky glove sliding under my net top, pressing my waiting bosom and massaging it!

My nipples were pinched and stroked, hot flashes, above and below, twitching through me, making me moan louder in the mouth of Yvonne! Below, in my overflowed lap the boy let it really crack! I squirmed back and forth and pulled him tighter to me with my pantyhose legs, being careful not to hurt him with my pointed metal heels!

Yvonne kissed me more tenderly and breathed into my mouth:

"He licks you really well, doesn't he? A natural!"

"Aaahhhaaaa.... mmmmhmmmm... yeahahhhaaaoooohhh!" No question!

She was cheering him on! "You're doing good, boy! It's about to go out! Right?"

"Ooojjjaaaahhhaaaa.... mmmmhhh... aaaah... aaaaaaahhh...!" There was already an itchy knock!

Then it was time!

Hot ran through me the first whip of an approaching climax! My clit was one itchy ball of fire!

I jerked up and down and could not scream because Yvonne closed my bubbling mouth again!

"Mmmmmmhhh.... aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Violently I screamed out as she released my lips and my clit finally exploded in my glowing centre! Loudly and uncontrollably, I came under the nimble, expert tongue of our new lover who gave me no mercy and kept rotating around my centre of lust!

"She can multiple!" I heard Yvonne cheering him on even more, "go on boy, one more time, don't stop, give it to her for real!"

"Aaaaaaaaaahhh... oooaaaaaacccchhhh!" With my thighs I pressed his face even harder on my trigger point! There was still more itching pleasure going on and I was right!

Again, shivers of incredible passion chased through my quivering body, and I now roared loudly through the hotel room!

Suddenly it was over! The contact was lost! Disbelieving, because of his skill, he looked from his cramped position over his gasping, twitching victim! Just as incredulously I looked back whimpering. Had he become afraid for my health? Well, such an old hag.... one never knows!

Yvonne and I looked down between my black shimmering silky thighs and saw his wet mouth and his horny look! But it hadn't been Sebastian who had decided to stop. She had tapped him on the shoulder as a sign to let it go.

"Good licked!" I heard my best girlfriend say with a grin, "you'll get a reward for that!"

She just left me lying there, still twitching, got up from the bed and crept lasciviously around it. Sebastian followed her with his gaze, his head still between my thighs, which I now took off his shoulders after all.

"Stand up, boy!" She spoke as if to a slave.

"Oh, look what a nice stiff cock there is under the nylon! And a drop of pleasure has already escaped from it, too. Good thing we're taking a break, right Ny?"

I nodded, where she was right, she was right! And I guessed what would happen!

Yvonne kissed the young man again and grabbed his privates unawares!

Then she went straight into the squat, stroked with pleasure along his pantyhose, down his legs and up again to the tight butt! Now she pulled his lower body in front of her face until the nylon mound of the wafer-thin pantyhose reached her mouth. Her open mouth!

Sebastian looked down at her the whole time. When he registered what was about to happen, he opened his mouth in anticipation, from which now audibly escaped a squeezed breath when his yarn ensnared cock felt embraced by the full lips of my girlfriend! The student buckled a little in the knees, his eyes widened with pleasure!

The bulging glans had burst out of the foreskin long ago and disappeared tightly wrapped by the fine yarn in her wet mouth! A spectacle that I enjoyed again and again, this time quite relaxed on my bed, a finger on my clitoris to soothe her a little! I knew what Yvonne would do right now with the unknowing cock there under the marble-coloured pantyhose!

"Oooaaaaahhhh... aaahhh...!" Sebastian moaned with never experienced delight as the small, hard metal ball on the nimble tongue teased his sensitive flesh through the yarn and finally sparked violent tremolos at his Pointie!

Now Yvonne also grabbed his balls with a black gloved hand and squeezed it gently while she kept sliding her lips over the tightened pantyhose and slowly devoured the constrained cock! Deep throating with nibbling teeth at the nylon down to the root!

Then she pulled back again, and I saw dark lipstick traces on the wet material! Again, she put her mouth over it and began again! The young man jerked back and forth, panting frighteningly loud while watching my little masturbation. However, I broke it off now and squatted next to my girlfriend!

"If you come now, it's all over!" said Yvonne softly and looked at him from below smiling and with big innocent eyes. At that, she grinned greeting at me, kissed me briefly and pulled down his pantyhose until his cock was twitching freely in front of our mouths! With pincer fingers I grasped mercilessly and jerked now slowly with the fine nylon gloves on his shaft around.

Briefly, I could see the little ball shining on Yvonne’s outstretched tongue before she flickered around his shimmering glans! I knew from my husband Paul that this also made her unleash unheard-of tremolos on the taut little ribbon on the underside of his cock! As she had also done very skilfully on my clit last night...!

Sebastian moaned and gasped! He looked down in disbelief at Yvonne's head, which was moving slightly back and forth because she was blowing so pleasurably. Then he looked at me further jerking at his shaft, with his pelvis jerking back and forth. I could literally grasp his enormous lust in his veiled eyes. And I myself was already so horny again from this sight! If Yvonne continued like this, it really didn't take much longer!

As she released his cock, I started my expert work! Soon we tongued together along the throbbing member, licked and nibbled, torturing Pointie with fingernails and tongue tips and kissed us with his glans in the middle in between! There shone again treacherously a drop of pleasure on his urethra!

Then my girlfriend quickly got up, sat on the bed, knocked next to her and thereby indicated me to do the same. She ordered our enraptured love servant to lie down at our feet...!

But let's let Sebastian tell how he saw and felt things...

4th Fantasy: Sebastian, two mature women and the silky fulfilment from his point of view.

My last days in Innsbruck were marked by hectic and exam stress. The second semester was over and now I was finally in for a quiet weekend.

I went to my favourite Café Murauer on Maria-Theresien-Strasse in Innsbruck and looked from my little table at the entrance through the windows at the hustle and bustle of the boulevard.

However, it was over with my peace after a few minutes, because the two ladies who clicked past me into the interior of the café on high heels, made it impossible for me by their appearance and especially by their elegant outfit to concentrate on anything else than on long, delicate stockinged legs and feet that strode in high, expensive pumps unerringly through the room! You do not experience it often, but for a second the world stops and for the rest of the day mine should be completely out of joint!

Elegant, well-heeled women abounded in Innsbruck, mostly tourists or appendages of Russian oligarchs. Bored, they shopped the stores empty and unabashedly showed off their huge bling and whatever else they were carrying around looking, especially their new made big boobs.

And there was me, an unappreciated student and unattended crossdresser named Sebastian! And when I now saw and heard this duo of pronounced chic and noblesse clicking in, my willy swelled instantly, which was firmly stretched in a pair of pantyhose, which I already wore since this morning virtuously camouflaged under my jeans!

It was henceforth impossible for me not to let my gaze wander in the direction of the table perhaps ten meters away. This is how a woman must look and be able to radiate this savoir vivre! Incredibly! My fantasies went through with me, and I only looked at the magnificent legs and the curved feet of these two graces, which could certainly inflict me previously unknown and withheld delights...!

The brunette with thick, long hair around her subtly made-up, womanly face wore a classic black Chanel costume a la Audrey Hepburn. She was accompanied by absolutely matching strappy black sandals with a high, daring heel that further supported her slender legs in her expensively shimmering black tights. I especially liked her silky, black-covered feet in the open-toed sandals!

And next to her, the classic Nordic blonde, very tall, very beautiful, very attractive overall and with the most desirable curves and sensational crossed legs I had ever seen! With classic black pumps! With gold metal heels? Not really exactly visible from my position. But the bronze shimmering tights was just awesome! And not over the top. I bet on Wolford, Neon light! Probably! In the way I am an expert, but unfortunately also only a theoretical!

The attribute "goddesses" would perhaps be exaggerated for the two women, but not inappropriate, because the two ladies were certainly at least around forty. That presupposed maturity and experience. And flexibility and tolerance. At that stage of life, there was rarely anything that women of that class had not known! And somehow, I suspected, or better, I wanted to suspect, that this also applied to her legs and feet! I did not know why, but from the first moment I had the sure feeling that these two angels of delight sent to earth from the planet Venus had come to transform my secret fantasies into intense realities!

But first, the waiter suddenly appeared in front of me:

"Sir, I believe the two ladies would like to have a word with you. Would you have the kindness to perhaps go over there sometime?"

My chest became too tight, and my head began to roar as I now looked back over at the Graces! They had just put their pretty heads together, giggling. From the corners of the eyes, however, the brunette eyed me. From her, the initiative went out, I was sure, the other was cooler. But not less hot! My mind remained seated, but my body moved on its own to the two apparitions.

"You Ladies wanted to see me?" Shyly I stood with trembling knees before the small marble table with the hot chocolates on it and did not know now where I should look first!

On the black-stockinged legs of the brunette one or the incredible bronze formations of the blonde!

All provocatively positioned crossed in front of my eyes! And everything for you, radiated this scenery, if you are now a smart guy!

"Um, yes! I'm Yvonne, this is my friend Ny. Why don't you join us!"

As I said, the dark one set the tone!

"I'm Sebastian." And then I was seated at the small table. Around me, nothing but legs! Silky, shimmering, tempting legs!

"Nice, Sebastian. We wonder why you're looking at us all the time?"

That Yvonne again.

"Um, well, you don't see such beautiful women here every day either. Are you from Innsbruck?"

Oh God, how could I be so clumsy!

Now the blonde, this Ny, took the initiative:

"No, we are from Munich and are on a short vacation. What are you doing here? Are you from Innsbruck?"

What kind of name was Ny anyway?

I told them that I was a student, that I was living here and if they were interested, I would like to show them around the city.

Gradually I regained my self-confidence and dared to look at the long legs in my field of vision from time to time. And they knew very well that I was doing that!

Why did I get more and more the impression that this was exactly what they wanted!

To tease me! To horny up and pick me up?

They seemed to suspect that I was into nylon, and I was suddenly no longer embarrassed that I also wore pantyhose, albeit hidden!

On the contrary: Here with these two creatures from the fairy tale world of the Nordic sagas to Tales of the Thousand and One Nights, in the middle of Europe, here the kingdom of heaven would soon open up for little Sebastian, 20-year-old student in Innsbruck! Ex-theorist!

Yvonne and Ny now ordered a bottle of Champagne, and the mood became more relaxed.

And now I was not only staring at the blonde's beautiful legs, now I was also looking directly into the brunette's mouth!

It was incredible! She had a tongue piercing!

I already looked around to see if maybe Candid Camera was in the house!

And then it fell on my head: These were professionals! Escorts! Very high level! Educated, attractive and sinfully expensive!

In a moment, a Russian oligarch would waddle around the corner, put them both on his private jet, and then fly them to Dubai to play in the sandbox!

"Do you like us?" asked Yvonne suddenly.

"Um, yes, very much!" And then I couldn't help it, I just had to ask her.

It didn't seem so bad to me, "Are you...? Um... if I'm wrong I apologize in advance.... um... Prostitutes?"

Really puzzled, they stared at me. Then they looked at each other.

And then they started laughing! A bright, amused laugh, a sincere laugh.

I knew right away I was wrong. But fortunately, I had missed the mark.

The question didn't seem to surprise her much, though.

"If it were us, what would you want to pay?"

The brunette seemed to be having some fun with me.

"For both of you?" Funny thing I could do, too!

"Oh, both of us at once! That's going to be expensive, isn't it, Ny?"

At that, she looked mischievously at the blonde.

And she slyly asked, "Depends on what you want. Shall we do it in front of you, or do you want a threesome, or is there a special request?"

They were oligarchic hookers after all!

I laughed, hoping fervently they were joking, and said meekly:

"There is, but I have no money!"

"And we're not whores, my dear boy!"

Ny acted indignant, but then relented:

"But maybe we'll agree on another way...!"

"Oh... um... yes maybe...?"

I was getting all hot! Now this may happen with the fulfilment after all!

And the conversation we had then, incredible! I would never have thought it possible before, if someone had told me that you could have such conversations!

It was Ny who finally found the right words to make this day a very special one! She radiated such a sovereignty in this area that she simply took away any inhibition and I finally revealed to them my "wettest dreams"!

It was incredible what all happened then!

I'm all the time through Innsbruck and its luxury label stores with a semi-stiff, full of anticipation swollen cock strutting around, with the most desirable for me women of the western hemisphere and my cheap pantyhose under the jeans!

When we finally went towards evening to the Grand Hotel Europa, where the two ladies resided, I was already so horny and full of anticipation of the noble lingerie and pantyhose that we had bought for us, that I was quite intoxicated by the things that were happening!

And soon I found myself again standing in front of a large king-size bed in a luxury suite, an expensive seamless Wolford Fatal, marble-coloured, on the lower body and my eyes on the bathroom door, from which soft giggles reached my ear, just as lustful as the blood that shot in spurts into my erectile tissue!

When finally, the two women strutted out in their stunning outfits, it roared even louder in my head and even more violently in my cock!

Yvonne, the brunette, wore a black lace corsage with suspenders that lifted her beautiful breasts and showed them off freely. Brown seamed stockings shimmered on her long legs, and she wore the black strappy sandals with the pointed 6" high heels.

Ny, the tall Nordic dream in blonde, on the other hand, presented herself to me in a pair of black, refined pantyhose with fine longitudinal stripes and high, black pumps with gold metal heels!

Over her very firm and full breasts hung a gauzy net top with underboob.

I briefly thought back to how we had chosen the things earlier according to my wishes and Ny had easily paid for all these treasures with her credit card without grumbling. Incredible!

To my absolute delight, they now pulled before my eyes black, gauzy gloves with dots over their delicate, red-painted fingers! In passing, they had seen it still in the shop window and I had answered the question in the affirmative. The question if I liked it and wanted...! To feel it..., Ny had asked mischievously grinning.

The same colour as the nail polish had her moist shimmering lips, freshly shiny from lipstick and gloss and so they clicked on pointed heels confidently towards me! My mouth dried up completely and I almost forgot to breathe!

I had never faced a woman so shamelessly and at the mercy, let alone two at once!

I buckled slightly in the knees, as exploratory hands slid provocatively slowly over my torso and the two devilish graces with bouncy gait and look around me swarmed ...!

Where should I look first: At the exciting, large tits, the promising, red mouths or the long, curved legs, which shimmered provocatively silky in the dim light of the hotel suite? In addition, the clicking of the high heels under the beautiful legs and feet I would feel... later... if they wanted it!

My thoughts were cut off abruptly, because the face of Yvonne was suddenly very close to mine, I felt her gloves right and left on my glowing cheeks and then perceived her open lips! I opened mine as well and her pierced tongue penetrated me swinging! I immediately became horny as never before!

Moaning, I put my hands on the lace corsage, her wasp waist. Wildly she now dances with her little metal ball around my tongue, until she suddenly pulled back a bit and put her mouth to my ear and breathed:

"With this tongue I licked my girlfriend last night until she screamed begging for mercy! Now I want to know if you can do the same!“

She looked down at me again and we both saw my incredibly hard cock throbbing in the tight pantyhose. Then she said to her friend Ny, who had watched us with interest so far:

"Come on sweetie, lie down on the bed! He wants to spoil you now!"

In disbelief I watched the tall blonde as she lasciviously and unabashedly lay on her back on the bed in front of me, her feet with her pumps on the carpet, her thighs spread! With expectant face she looked at me, but I had eyes only for her open gusset, which I came closer and closer! Almost automatically I went on my knees in front of it, put my hands on the silky thighs, felt the fine structures of the somewhat reinforced longitudinal stripes on it, which sent their signals directly into my bulging glans and fixed the clean-shaven pussy between the cut open cotton gusset of the expensive black pantyhose, whose provocative pattern I followed benevolently on the long legs up to the silky covered pelvis!

Briefly I looked in the middle of the rosy, wet gate that shimmering moist radiated its heat up to my lips and which had now arrived!

Quivering her pelvis jerked upward as I stuck out my tongue and inserted it into the warm softness! Her Venus mound twitched up to under my nose tip!

Aww man, care was needed here, this was pure dynamite! Her wet crevice parted on my tongue, and I tasted and smelled the liquid, flowery bouquet of this unique woman, who now caught my attention with a soft moan! I became bolder and more daring than I ever was when I was in a scissors!

And that had honestly not yet happened so often!

I stroked again and again over the so wonderful, ensnared surfaces under my hands, embraced the twitching pelvis, held it in position and noticed well how the heavily panting woman served me her sensitive parts and soon I had found her hot spot!

It was incredible, but now she put her long legs around my neck and over my shoulder with pleasure, I felt the nylon of the pantyhose on my skin and the leather of the high-heeled pumps scraped over my back!

Curious, I looked up and enjoyed the view over her twitching, shimmering lap up to over the heaving breasts under the gauzy net top in the lust-distorted face with the moaning, red mouth!

And then I became even hornier when the brunette, who in the meantime knelt next to her girlfriend on the wide bed, bent over her and kissed her wildly with her mouth wide open! I saw the tongues that oozed out between the smacking lips in their drooling greed!

She drove with a gloved hand under the top on the heaving splendour and this Ny began to quiver and jerk mightily with the body and to emit whimpering sounds!

Wildly rubbed her dissolved cunt between the open gusset edges on my wet mouth, twitching up and down and then suddenly I heard her pleasure roar, although the silky thighs squeezed my ears in the process!

"Aaahhhaaaa.... mmmmhmmmm... yeahahhhaaaoooohhh!"

"You're doing good, boy! It's about to go out! Right?"

Yvonne whipped us both still on! Excited with lust and satisfaction I licked even more unrestrained in the soaking wet pussy around!

"Ooojjjaaaahhhaaaa.... mmmmhhh... aaaah... aaaaaaahhh...!"

Ny's attractive body was flexing wildly before my widened eyes! It writhed back and forth in convulsive jerks as it did so, whipping up and down frantically!

"Mmmmhhh... mmmmmmhhh... aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

The girlfriend first closed the screaming mouth and then released it again!

I licked and plowed through this delicious, tender flesh like an anteater!

All the way to the hard pea in the middle and back again!

"She can multiple!", I heard Yvonne cheer me on even more, "go on, again!"

I myself was now also panting with lust and pleasure while licking!

And Ny came again:

"Aaaaaaaaaahhh... ooooooaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"

Again, shivers of passion coursed through her quivering womb, and she now roared loudly into the hotel room!

Shortly after I felt my own pleasure was about to discharge! My mouth was already hurting, but then I felt a shoulder tap and I released the contact. It became quieter.

Overwhelmed by so much passion, I gazed up at the two women.

Yvonne and Ny looked down at me at my wet mouth and my horny gaze!

I felt my itching pole and that my abdomen was still moving gingerly.

"Well done!" I heard Yvonne say with a grin, "you'll get a reward for that!"

She got up from the bed while the blonde remained lying exhausted and commanded in a firm voice:

"Stand up!"

I followed her with my gaze, my head still between the hot thighs that I was only now taking off my shoulders and standing up like her slave in front of the bed.

"Oh, look, Ny, what a nice stiff cock there under the nylon! And a drop of pleasure has already escaped from it, too. Good thing we're taking a break, right? “

Admiringly, she looked down close to me on my burning body.

To then immediately take my head between her silky hands again and kiss me extensively and wildly! Immediately after that she pressed with one hand unawares my cock in the pantyhose!

"Aaahh!"

The Milf dived and next I felt her hands on the backs of my thighs, then she pressed against my ensnared butt from behind and I watched in fascination and disbelief as she tried to put her lips over my glans and the resulting sensation was almost too much for my steadiness and made me sway!

My glans had long since popped out of the foreskin and disappeared firmly ensnared by the fine meshes in her tight, wet mouth!

It was incredible! And so surreal! So violent!!!

"Oooaaaaahhhh... aaahhh...!" escaped me uncontrollably as I felt the small, hard metal ball on the gossamer yarn against my sensitive flesh! It felt like it was everywhere and nowhere! Apart from the fact that I could not estimate that so exactly, because I lacked the absolute experience in it!

But it was all so good and so right! And I twitched at the knees and held on to her head with one hand!

Now this master of artful mouth music also still grabbed my balls in the nylon and squeezed them gently while she kept pushing her lips over the stretched pantyhose and slowly devoured my cock in it! Linda Lovelace let greetings!

"Uuuuuaaaaaahhhhh...!" Unbelievably gorgeous!

And her teeth scraped over the textures of the yarn and teased my shaft underneath!

I stared down steadfastly, watching her pull back again and again, leaving dark lipstick marks on the damp material! My stiff spanking followed her with my twitching abdomen and wanted again inside the knowledgeable, nibbling cave! Again, and again, she put her mouth over it and began with tender tongue and teeth play! I jerked back and forth, moaning frighteningly loud!

On the bed lay the blonde and masturbated all the time, but to my great excitement she now stood up and squatted next to her girlfriend, right in front of my pulsating member!

"When you come, it's all over!" I heard my tormentor whisper, looking at me with mouth salivated and smiling from below with big innocent eyes.

Just I was happy about the short recovery period, as she pulled down my pantyhose until my cock bobbed up and down standing freely in front of her mouth!

"Oooohhhh... oooooohhhhhh... aaaahhh...!"

A loud gasp escaped my wide-open mouth, panting with horniness, as Yvonne mercilessly grabbed and slowly jerked her relentless pincer fingers along my shaft in her fine polka-dot gloves!

Briefly I could see the little ball shining on her outstretched tongue before she let it lambent again around my wet shimmering glans!

And then she ignited an outrageous tremolo on my overly irritable, tightly stretched frenulum on the underside of my throbbing cock!!!

"Oooooooaaaahhhhhhhhhh! “

It became unbearable when Ny also got down to business and I was just as at home in her mouth as I was in the other. Soon the two women took turns, or one sucked my helpless willy and the other nibbled on the balls! No matter, I would come! Yes now, for sure...!

This was so incredibly right, so extraordinarily pleasurable and released all locks with me!

Pull yourself together!

I moaned and gasped! Stared incredulously down at their both heads, which moved slightly back and forth, because they now again pleasurably and slowly alternately spoiled me with soft lips and slowly working fingernails...! But in between Pointie experienced again and again his Armageddon, especially when two tongues at once stimulated the nerve endings!

If it went on like this, I would burst with delight! Again, first drops of pleasure ran out of my glans and I almost cum!

And then it was over!

All stimuli suddenly stopped; my cock twitched helplessly throbbing in the hotel room air.

The luxury bodies rose.

"Lie down in front of the bed at our feet! Now it's really starting, kid! “

What she meant was the fulfilment of all my dreams, was the résumé and the overflowing quintessence of what I had wished for in the Café Murauer seemingly infinitely long ago!

Now it was my plaintive whimpering and lustful moaning, which broke on the walls of the suite of the Grand Hotel and which I perceived only by a loud roaring in my ears!

It was the pure sensation of what was my fetish and now enjoyed by my erratic fingers on four silky calves, my slobbering tongue on ensnared feet and my open glans pores under circling nylon structures in such intense units that might never again flow through my itching nerve cords!

While the brunette Yvonne let me take off the strappy sandals over my hot face and then put her ensnared toes in my mouth, while I could continue to feel the fine structures with my hands on the silky surfaces of the brown seamed stockings, I still felt the soft, but hard impressions of the high heels of Ny's pumps everywhere on my throbbing member, until there was also suddenly the sound of stripped footwear, and unawares the massaging nylon sole of her slender foot pressed in full length on my pulsating stiff! Without mercy I felt shortly thereafter the second!

Everything else was pure lust and madness! In the end it was four gossamer, ensnared feet on my twitching cock! With wide-open eyes I stared in disbelief at my erratic fingers on the long calves and slender ankles of these two women. I watched full of incredulous ecstasy moaning loudly tenderly kneading toes and firmly scraping pads that sent me into endless ecstasy! The silky ordeal was performed so artfully and inventively that I lack the words to describe it! If Pointie could speak, it would cheer the whole time!

"Ooooooaaaaaajjjjjjaaahhh... jjjjaaahhhh... aaaaaaaahhh...!"

The result was unmistakable and the thick white streaks on the gorgeous, silky shimmering yarn of the delicate feet were the visible proof of this incredible, probably once in a lifetime experience!