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The Author

Ny Nyloni

(Say Ny like ny in nylon).

Germany's most successful author of pantyhose eroticism,

Hotwife and MILF fantasies! Queen of the open gussets!

Ny Nyloni, born 1965, is a freelance journalist, she describes in her stories the pleasurable satisfaction with the silky material so intensively, as nylon lovers have never read before. Her readers call her "the master of the movies in front of the inner eye".

Sensitive, passionate sex with beautiful, long legs in

seductive shimmering pantyhose and high heels!

This is what the author writes about in her partly autobiographical stories.

She also describes experiences in swingers’ clubs or Wife-sharing fantasies, gladly extended to man-sharing, she calls herself a Hotwife. Often her stories revolve around exactly that.

But also, the erotic experiences of mature, sophisticated women with young men who desire their ensnared bodies find a lot of space in her works. From the middle to the end of the last century, for example, pantyhose provided a delightful, additional emphasis on the female legs. Quite a few young men were seduced into early secret erotic fantasies by touching and observing

women dressed in this way.

Ny Nyloni fulfills the secret desires and dreams of men and women 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.

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What to expect in Road trip to Love

When Robert, a German 52y privateer, got back into his Porsche at the lonely rest stop in northern Bavaria after refueling at night, a thrilling fright ran through him:

...then it suddenly jumped out at him, his trigger point, the insurmountable eye-catcher: the wafer-thin yarn on a woman's leg that made everything in his thoughts and actions snap back to factory state, all at once claiming his entire attention, on which his eyes had to linger for an unbelievably intense moment, not despite the initial shock, but rather because of the positive surprise! The fine woven material on the curved knee and the surface of the perfectly shaped thigh above it, where it shimmered seductively dark - it teased his connoisseur's gaze. Not opaque, he registered immediately, but rather 20den, slightly shiny, black. It all happened in a tenth of a second in his very private head cinema. As if the legs of Kim Basinger had stepped off the screen. Then the question that had to be asked immediately afterwards: hold-up stockings or perhaps (gladly!) pantyhose after all? And meanwhile, the simultaneous confusion of being completely paralyzed for a brief time irritated him, he got heart flutters and was unable to realize the only relevant fact: There is a complete stranger young woman sitting in my car! His absolute dream with stockinged endless legs revealed itself to him...

Julia, a young beauty breaking out of her hopeless life, seizes the opportunity and they both head down to their shared happiness all the 1300 miles way to Sicily in one go.

A Fantasy of Robert & Julia

 (Romeo & Juliet did not yet know nylon)

I am caressing myself, leaning against my little rock on the cliffs of Capri, and conceiving a fantasy...

... about the love story of Robert and Julia, not to be confused with Romeo and Juliet, but a similarly loving couple, as it might have happened, maybe, it even has, after a fateful encounter at a rest stop on the German autobahn at 4am... ... and during a spontaneous longer trip, in the driver's seat and the passenger's seat, whether at Lake Garda, in Verona and even in Sicily

Inspired by their lust and passion for each other, the two people are united by their firm belief that they have found the missing piece of the puzzle to their happiness, to their sexuality.

But don't we all believe that, always at the beginning and every time anew?

Fuck it, this time it shall be!

I love writing hot love stories like this! 

Robert

He loved to drive, to glide along through the night, simply because he could. The car roared powerfully beneath him; he would be in Munich when the sun rose. Freedom was his most important asset. Since he had first taken his IT company public a year ago and then sold all his shares to a buyer for an outrageous price, a lot had happened that was already calling his carefree, harmonious future into question. His daughter had moved out of the lonely, much too large house in Munich-Bogenhausen because she was climbing steeply up the career ladder with a global outlook. His second wife had left him suddenly three months ago after almost twenty years, and she gave her much younger divorce lawyer as the reason for the divorce at the same time, which would fortunately only reduce his considerable fortune by a negligible amount. He did not miss her put-upon cheerfulness and the in the end unsubstantial lifetime with her.

However, the distinct, sexual component that she had brought into the marriage as her only asset was by far the greater loss for him and it put his life presence into a certain turmoil. Immediately, quite a few lusty pop-ups went up in his mind's eye of lived-through, erotic adventures with the former TV starlet and his fifty-two-year-old lone wolf stirred in his jeans. When his Ex got down to business, she really got down to business, and at the beginning of their liaison with almost immediate marriage, he had enjoyed how mercilessly they satisfied both of their cravings for each other, it was so natural to just be able to do it. She was a real firecracker in bed and knew exactly how to get the must. But when he began to point out his needs and preferences, also in sexual orientation, she reacted rather uncomprehendingly, questioned whether he really loved her - by the way, he soon asked himself that too! Why did he not take her as she was, her argument, because after all the stallions had queued up with her.

Although, in his memory, it had been she who had stood in his queue after the sudden death of his beloved first wife, the mother of his daughter. He himself was socially much more potent and interesting than a barely solicited C-list celebrity model, yet she had probably only chosen him for the money. A good hack, she could ride if he obeyed and made no demands of his own. He found that increasingly difficult, since she was physically equipped with all the advantages that one, especially he, would have liked to make even more attractive for himself. On Maximillian Street, the exclusive shopping mile of the Bavarian capital, the noble outfits were debited from his account when the lady went shopping there, also to make him happy with it in the end, but she denied him his incredibly special preference with an almost pitying gaze for almost two decades. Well, now and then the sexual fulfilment succeeded in this way, but always he had the feeling to be led by her on the nose ring through the circus ring, if she dressed once after his wish, especially in the bed, so that he thought further with the cock, only so that she came in the pleasure of his generosity, which had lasted after all very long, also because he wanted to offer to his daughter an intact parental home. But when she left home to study, the days of his marriage were counted.

But in the end, the worst thing was that his Ex had lost her respect for his person. She simply did not recognize him as a whole, could not or would not. In the end, she fucked his wealth and influence, he fucked her unresisting availability. Point.

With these thoughts, the warm and sensitive soul of his great love, who died at the birth of his daughter, came before all the exhausting numbers with Miss Anything, whose impatient, unimaginative vitality was tiring him in the end. In the last few years, the only time anything erotic happened was on birthdays or high holidays. A little uneasily he slid back and forth as he thought of the devoted and fulfilling sex with his daughter's mother, which, however, remained unfinished because it ended too suddenly. She had always understood him, his preferences included, and both had only begun to enjoy them with pleasure and passion.

But before deciding whether a little harmless masturbation, in memoriam, so to speak, on the empty autobahn might soothe his restlessness, an activity he found far more satisfying than an escort service girl, however attractive but soulless, his on-board computer signalled the nearly empty tank of gas.

Julia

Her soul was deeply wounded, but at the same time she also felt free of everything, once again. Here she was, drinking her coffee and staring rather disillusioned out of the window of a barely frequented petrol station bistro at half past three in the morning. A dark blue Porsche with Munich license plates had just pulled up at a petrol pump. She briefly observed the man who had gotten out and was starting the filling process. Why did this kind of man always look as if such cars were made just for him? Just as sporty casual as his clothes. An expensive pair of designer jeans in the color of his car, an airy white shirt and black leather loafers on bare feet, stylishly underlined this special type. Guaranteed well-to-do, also wiry, and slim for his age, a 52y model like in a picture book. And this specimen there impressed with creative, free-spirited charisma. Silver-manned, long-haired with plait, self-confident and carefree, living perhaps in an expensive loft in Schwabing or a villa in Bogenhausen, in any case in an exclusive residential location in Munich.

Rarely, that is.

In contrast, her just-abandoned lover had been one asshole out of an extensive line of assholes. She had been asking herself increasingly lately why she fell for these empty-headed, hollow-cheeked guys repeatedly? Okay, there were a lot of them in her social circle. Born already tattooed from a nagging, single, frustrated and far too young mother's womb and a completely overestimated ego due to extreme denial of reality. The essence, however, was that these guys were unable to form emotional bonds with reasonably intellectually inclined women at eye level. The tendency was not towards a second book, but towards the next smartphone generation, and attending some cultural event was even more annoying than the sudden crash of the Play Station.

To fuck? Yes! And good? Well, yes. Sometimes it was even very satisfying, but then unimaginative continuous ramming was not to be endured several times a day even for her as a sexually very inspired being. Fast and furious, even if one liked to seek one's fun in the horizontal and was actually convinced that this was the only way to reveal one's soul and merge with someone else, but unfortunately, she had never met the male counterpart as well. She always looked for the More in the first orgasm with a new aspirant in his eyes or gestures, but there was no More in her world. She was simply taken in possession, and she was the cream piece, a real American pie to slip in. She did not even feel really enjoyed!

Feelings? What should one also with feelings? They were hidden behind frustration and aggression for most people around her, locked away tight and safe. That was not an accepted means of payment in her world.

Well, her just disappeared lover had never beaten her, only sore-fucked, but better than no sex at all. Like the act the day before, when she suddenly found herself in a small apartment in Hessian, a German country in the middle, and copulated there with two guys of this species at the same time. Mind you, two complete strangers who gave it to her according to the instructions of her boyfriend, spitroasted, baby!, in front of the webcam of her new tablet PC that she had laboriously saved up a few weeks ago and which was also configured as her smartphone at the same time. Since then, however, only he filmed her with it in all kinds of situations that he had watched on YouPorn or PornHub, probably inspired by his very private jerk-off templates, and he behaved like Steven Spielberg while doing it.

Yes, look at me, go for it! We make a lot of money with this, baby!

She had dressed up especially for this, the "director" had even contributed to the costs. She was supposed to look hot. Like a lawyer who gets it from her shady clients. The criminal backgrounds of the two actors had probably been the only real thing about the scene. In fact, however, she had come off incredibly and was herself startled by the lustfulness inside her as she simultaneously gave a blow job and fucked in doggy style, experiencing one orgasm after another. Oh yes, sex had always been very pleasurable to her, but especially her own blazing lust, fed by the desire of others for her, that was an important part of the act of love for her, though one had to admit that love played no part in this script. She even managed to moan at close POV actually cumming with lust-consumed face into the camera, behind which her lover also totally horny worked his rather inconspicuous cock! The other two were also not showpieces, so she did not believe in the success of the venture anyway. Fortunately, the tablet PC had not been in the car when he steeled himself away, she always had it with her. To be on the safe side, she looked in her handbag again.

But she wasn't really recognized during filming either. Was there such a thing at all, or was that just a figure of speech from literature a la Nora Roberts? To see someone, feeling the same flows, walking on paths that don't need to be explained, that open as soon as you start walking together? That had never happened to her before and was probably not on her agenda in the next furure.

Fuck, she was in a total slump. If she didn't hurry up and get away of here, her work shift at Lidl, a large grocery chain, would start without her, and the struggle for survival would become even tougher. Her store manager was also such an asshole, only a different kind: mustache, guaranteed not tattooed, stuffy, socially insecure.

Things would continue the same way anyway, because on her tablet PC she had just seen that her angry lover was probably a bit sorry that he had left her like that, he had just told her via WhatsApp that he had accidentally forgotten her and was already on his way back to her...

Oh, sorry baby! This has never happened to me!

Had he assumed that she had made herself comfortable in the trunk? But he was probably only sorry that he hadn't saved the footage for himself to make money from it somewhere on the Internet.

That man there, right there at the gas pump, yes, he deserved to be called a man more than all the others before, and the way he came in to pay now - he was as far away as the moon from the ones she had ever approached and let into her life, and womb!

Frustrated, she stood up, took the last, already cold sip from her coffee cup, dutifully walked to the clearing rack next to the door, took one last gaze back at the impressive figure at the cash register, but didn't really know why, and then stepped out into the cool night air. She shivered as she waited, cursing herself for having so offended her stallion an hour ago with her honest opinion of his inner emptiness, when he told her that after filling up, she could jerk him off while driving.

This is what we film at close range for the finale.

There she was freaked out!

Always only you, you! Sex and fuck, nothing but fucking, in, out! Have you ever asked me what I really want? Who I really am?

He had just left her behind while she was in the bathroom. It would have been better to really blow him instead, even in POV close-up because of me. As she often did after fruitless debates, then there was peace, because you did not have to talk, just moan, everyone had their fun, yes, including her and even if the driver could not touch her during, because he had to film, it was not bad at all to touch yourself, on the contrary: She enjoyed her loving way to satisfy herself, then everything was good, until the world dissolved into an exploding firework. After all, no one else did it with so much feeling and did not disturb a great mind.

From here it was surely another three hundred kilometers to Munich, her job at the supermarket in the morning, her own empty life that would go on just as unfulfilled when her Tarantino of the poor was back.

But it felt better to be rid of him. Maybe, this really was the first step toward a different, self-determined life. A sign that she only just recognized as such. But for that she would have to get away from here as quickly as possible.

The thought came to her abruptly! It felt immediately right, somehow, why was not even clear to her, but the craziness of the undertaking and to do it was also dangerous. Grey long hair or not, well-to-do, and well-mannered, the latter wasn't even certain, but damn it, it was the middle of the night in the northern Bavarian Pampas, what was wrong with that? Besides, she was a wildcat, no one had ever managed to storm her sanctuary without her consent. However, it had never yet come to a rejection on her part…

She turned around, watched the man with his back to the window pull a Coffee to Go out of the Dallmayr vending machine, in a moment he would turn around and come out. Then the opportunity would be over. It would become lonely and cold in her world, not only because of the present situation. She sensed that exactly.

The beginning of everything

Where had this creature gone? When he stepped outside, he looked across the large, empty gas station area, where his 911 was parked behind a gas pump. A little further away, beyond the green, hissing loudly cars shot by on the German autobahn because there is no speed limit at all. Something about the young woman just then had touched him. He had already noticed her looking out through the window. He couldn't help but think of a painting by Edward Hopper, Nighthawks, lonely figures behind a glass facade in a diner at night, perhaps or perhaps especially at this time of day.

He felt as if he should know her, but it was more of a recognition, a vague, warm feeling. Of course, her whole look had been a looker, perhaps a bit too young for him old buck. After entering the salesroom and taking a quick, unobtrusive gaze over to her, he had immediately registered what else made her so fascinating to him, other than her incredibly beautiful, yet so sad, face behind the windowpane.

He hadn't expected that, here and now, at a rest stop. A woman dressed like this wasn't often on the road nowadays, especially not at this time of day; this wasn't the stage for elegant business costume.

Of course, he approved of such a classic outfit, would have loved it if his female assistants and colleagues had clattered on high heels around his company in neat business costumes in the past, then the atmosphere would have been stirring, even arousing for him. At the same time, of course, they would remain untouchable; never would he offend a woman. Besides, he had never ordered a uniform in the office, everyone should walk around as they felt now, it was better for the whole teamwork. And young things didn't dress so old school nowadays anyway, although this woman hadn't been older than her mid-twenties. But what did he know?

Still, it was strange at this hour, such an apparition, no other vehicle far and wide, and now she had suddenly disappeared off the face of the earth. He listened again into the night, perhaps the clacking of her high-heeled shoes could still be heard somewhere. It would be nice! It would be cool too!

Fool!

As he got in, he noticed once again how low the car was, not so easy to get into with a coffee mug in his hand. Maybe, a new Cayenne would soon be the better choice. After all, one was not getting any younger.

Then it suddenly jumped out at him, his trigger point, the insurmountable eye-catcher: the wafer-thin yarn on a woman's leg that made everything in his thoughts and actions snap back to factory state, all at once claiming his entire attention, on which his eyes had to linger for an unbelievably intense moment, not despite the initial shock, but rather because of the positive surprise! The fine woven material on the curved knee and the surface of the perfectly shaped thigh above it, where it shimmered seductively dark - it teased his connoisseur's gaze. Not opaque, he registered immediately, but rather 20den, slightly shiny, black. It all happened in a tenth of a second in his very private head cinema. As if the legs of Kim Basinger had stepped off the screen. Then the question that had to be asked immediately afterwards: hold-up stockings or perhaps (gladly!) pantyhose after all? And meanwhile, the simultaneous confusion of being completely paralyzed for a brief time irritated him, he got heart flutters and was unable to realize the only relevant fact: There is a complete stranger young beauty sitting in my car!

Instead, his absolute dream with stockinged endless legs revealed itself to him!

***

In my car, on my passenger seat, within reach of my eyes, my hands, my sexuality, is sitting a perfect woman! She helpfully stretches her hand out to me, takes them to go cup from mine as if it were the most normal thing in the world and looks at me with a warm smile. Our fingertips touch briefly, sending hot thrills through me all the way into my lap. I am enraptured by her slender hands, the long, almond-shaped filed nails on her delicate fingers, painted in a promising dark red, just like her full, magical lips, probably still freshly drawn in a hurry, on which my eyes now involuntarily suck themselves with lewd thoughts, because they shine moist and promising! I sink more and more, oh my God how pretty, in this somewhat pale face, framed by thick, slightly curly, long hair, chestnut brown like her large, somewhat uncertain looking eyes!

I want to tear myself away, see myself as a helpless, gawking, old drool rag, but my attention nevertheless continues to focus as if automated on her perfect curves under the blue cashmere sweater, her open, dark blue half coat, the black, tight leather skirt, not too short, not too long - but just right - down again to the wonderfully shimmering black, long legs with classic, black pumps...! Everything is just right! I let go of the cup after an additional, felt endless look in her face, now actually sitting next to her and look confused out into the dark night. Say nothing, don't even want to, but align myself with the steering wheel. How the past moment affects me, how it suddenly fills me up, even animates me, and makes me suspect that I am lost - and yet I have actually been found!

***

What a man! Even while surreptitiously getting in, I inhaled his smell inside this expensive coach like an aphrodisiac, tart and exciting, like cedar wood in the sun. Now the driver's door opens, I look at his expensive jeans, he has discovered me, leans more surprised than frightened into the car interior, but is already energetic swinging in the boarding phase, does not know where to put the cup at the abrupt, deep slide in. I reach out my hand, automatically grasping it. He hands it to me and stares at me the whole time, from top to bottom, as if I were an apparition from the Arabian Nights. I literally melt as I register how he senses my sexuality, that he recognizes me and now almost enjoys me, at this brief, apparent palpation. It's a good thing that I still quickly traced my lips, opened my coat. But now, under his absolutely inspired gaze, I really open myself, offer him my inner and outer being, want him to see me - in its entirety!

The electrifying touch of our fingertips, just now, created in me such an intense tickle that still shoots hot and twitching through my centre, puh, opening the floodgates, filling me with surging swells and roaring ears, making me weak and thinking: Come to me, touch me everywhere, where have you been for so long? My mouth is still open in the face of so much overwhelming passion, then the car is already driving off!

***

Yes, that's how it was with the two of them. When he got in a bit clumsily, with his to-go cup in his hand, they looked into each other's flashing eyes in total surprise, could hardly believe it, briefly examined each other from top to bottom, they were suddenly so familiar to each other, so sure! The man saw everything that made her, who she really was. The woman recognized his essence, which asked for fulfilment, and they felt very intensely what they both could be for each other!

He pulled the door closed, looked resolutely ahead, started the engine, and just drove off. In the headlights they saw what would lie ahead of them. It was quite enough.

Holledau, where the hops grow , later on

She climaxed final shortly before the Holledau, a landscape thirty miles before Munich!

Hear Julia cumming!

Already for the repeated time within the last half hour. Full of excitement, he stared over and over again at her twitching body, her quivering, long legs, which she could barely accommodate in the foot well and thus pulled towards her!

***

Crossing her legs, the acceleration pushed her deep into the seat as he quickly steered the car onto the autobahn and instantly accelerated. She had never been in such a powerful vehicle before, but it did not frighten her in the least, a sideways glance being enough to assure herself that the pilot was used to handling speeds far beyond her pay grade. What worried her far more was her completely wet and cramping midsection, she shifted restlessly back and forth, and the vibrating roar of the engine penetrated all the way to her tense butt muscles, everything inside her vibrated, but nothing about it was wrong.

She held the coffee cup out to him, he took it, and this time he placed his fingers all over hers, lingering briefly before taking the drink and drinking it in slow sips. Neither of them felt any wishes to speak, neither of them felt they had to ask or explain anything, or even be in the wrong movie.

Everything was good. Very good even.

The man kept looking furtively, even coyly, over at the objects of his desire that had so suddenly appeared, the silky shimmering, wonderfully long legs of his new companion, which she had elegantly crossed and which he really wanted to touch for the world, also to experience the warm, smooth texture of the supple yarn, to stroke and caress it, to feel his pleasure in it, which it would certainly give him.

He was scolding himself for it, but already the situation was putting him in a sexual high mood and his throbbing, swelling member was pressing almost painfully against his tight jeans from the inside. In order to indulge in his voyeuristic pleasure even more intensely, inconspicuously of course, he took his foot off the gas, drove at a relaxed 100 mph cruising speed, and again enjoyed gliding along the empty autobahn, but this time in an intimate togetherness that eclipsed anything he had ever experienced before. Rarely had he seen such a graceful, beautiful woman with such long, attractive legs, let alone expected to suddenly find her in such close proximity next to him on the passenger seat.

How could he manage to touch her once without her judging him for it? How could he be sure that what he felt, namely this developing, confidential closeness, was really there and did not exist only in his imagination? This typical fantasy: older, wealthy man meets young, willing thing by chance, as well at night in a Porsche! How crazy was that, and how believable? More like a neck-breaker. Grabbing the hitchhiker, who depends on his integrity, by the stockinged leg in these times of @meToo - an absolute no-go!

Although, as a hitchhiker one could not call her now exactly.

But he felt it increasingly, namely that she was also waiting just like him and wondering what would happen next, and he passionately believed that she would approve, because she also longed to just be touched, to be touched tenderly. He gave her back the empty coffee cup without looking at her and when she took it, he stroked his fingers along her hand. She gently placed it and the cup on her hip, and he slid down it onto the soft leather of her skirt.

They both continued to look straight ahead, where twilight was looming in the east. No other car disturbed them; still at almost 150 mph, they sped steadily toward Munich on the middle of three lanes.

The woman's breath caught briefly as she felt his hand leave hers and gently stroke her skirt until, after a long while, it tentatively ventured over the hem, touched her thigh, and carefully spread its fingers like a fan.

She became quite warm by the realization that she liked it and that it only worried her how much!

She was exhaling a little too loudly, arching slightly in her upper body because the sudden impulse of hot desire in her womb was too violent, too liquid! It was impossible for her not to follow it and involuntarily she took down the crossed leg, placed it restlessly next to the other and then tightened it a bit more, brought it towards him and the sweet touch. Blazingly it bubbled up in her centre as the caresses began. Gently, with the fingertips! But to her surprise, these slid only once down to her knee, then finally again very gently up the inside!

Please, go ahead! But then he explored the entire surface of her thigh, which she pulled higher and higher towards her, spreading towards him, so that his fingers finally could found the path that led into her violently spasming sanctuary!

Instead, the tender ordeal began anew, this time with the entire palm, apparently caressing her legs gave her new traveling companion an incredibly special pleasure! She literally felt how he felt her, stopping again and again before the end of the stocking, driving back along the nylon. He loved this apparently especially, it triggered him and was his kick, it increased his passion and exactly by this sudden realization also her desire increased more and more. She spread her long thighs even more, pulled her calves close, to offering even more silky surfaces, and moaned softly with arousal as she felt the sweet tickle in her bud, brought on only by the fact that he was caressing and watching her. She is lolling in the seat pan with pleasure under his tender strokes on her leg, knowing she was giving him as much lustful pleasure as she herself was feeling at the moment.

***

They were hold-up stockings with wide lace edge, this variant did not surprise him very much, but cleverly on thin suspenders and with seam, that was already extraordinary, so something playfully wicked was not found too often anymore. Especially not at night at a rest stop. He enjoyed the soft texture of the smooth yarn, noticed how her body reacted to his curious fingers, sensed her restlessness and let her wriggle. Blissfully, he savored all the sensations the different material gave him, the laces edge, and the wafer-thin weave. His cock, also surprised, suddenly throbbed stiffly and voluptuously, but its owner was content to linger on the leg turning increasingly towards him, could now caress down to the lower leg and saw the high heel on the seductive black patent leather pump.

Stirred up by his tender touches, which drove ever more violent impulses through the tip of his glans and brought his lap more and more into agitation, the woman next to him also began to move. Her mouth was half open, her eyes were closed devotedly! He thought he could hear her, felt her radiating lust and warmth, gazed over repeatedly briefly, enjoying the exciting sight of the shimmering yarn in the dim ambient lighting of the foot space, and now noticed how her pelvis began to raise and lower itself!

Excited at so much sexual energy, he looked inside at her spread crotch under the raised skirt, at the shiny black of the nylon on the other leg, the white-glowing flesh above the fine woven edge of the wafer-thin stockings, the narrow filigree suspenders, to the delicate temptation of the black lace panties.

In between, he kept looking through the windshield to see if everything was fine in front of him, then looked next to him again, inside her heated face, recognized the obvious passion there, which apparently also arose because she could give him pleasure and lust, just by offering her nylon legs. She lay there full of abandon, was herself completely dissolved, with closed eyes, wet shimmering red lips and then he noticed her hand as it slowly pushed into her panties!

That was too violent! He immediately stepped off the gas to better concentrate on what was happening next to him. With pleasure he continued to stroke her silky inner thigh, now his pelvis also slid excitedly back and forth, when he had to release his eyes from this unexpected spectacle again to look ahead - a truck was to overtake in the last moment! He missed her gaze over to him, but suddenly felt her fingers on his thigh, which moved up on his jeans.

***

She herself was overwhelmed by the force of her multiple orgasms and at the highest moment she felt the warm cum flowing over her left hand. Gasping, she looked over at her driver, who was staring ahead in disbelief with a tense face and moaning mouth, she read on the speedometer only 100 km/h, 62 mph, saw through the windshield above her the blue signs of the Holledau autobahn interchange, 50 km before Munich, and slowly came to her senses again.

***

The last hour had been a single intoxication, triggered by the delicate touches on her legs, these in turn caused by the temptations of the fine, dark shimmering tissue on them, which had overwhelmed the fine stocking lover at the wheel and set her in such a glow that she had to caress herself with desire and with the same tenderness had also stroked the man's member shortly thereafter. Gently and softly, she had handled it after he had helped to free it from its tight prison. She was surprised at its stiff size, looking for the most sensitive spot, his frenulum, which she had christened Pointie with her ex-lover, feeling it out and enjoying how it then throbbed and twitched in that glorious cock and that fueled her desire even more. But she took her time, with herself as well as with him, was imaginative and curious, enjoyed playing with pleasure as well as his hot fingers on her stockinged legs, whose delight in caressing apparently never dried up.

Slowly she settled down, and as pleasantly exhausted as she was, she now wondered if it was all really okay. She saw herself sitting at the supermarket checkout again in a few hours, trapped in her own life. This trip, this man would become a beautiful memory and a dream of what her life could have been like if some things had been different.

Then she heard his voice and noticed that he was looking at her.

Do you want to ride on with me?

A shiver ran through her, it was not a dream, things could be different from now on! She felt quite dizzy, fear of her own courage was probably called, she said nothing, looked him briefly deep into the eyes, caressed once again his weakening member, then put her hand on his hand on her thigh, pressed it harder on the fine meshes and stroked those with it.

I am Julia.

She didn't care where they were driving to and it was also clear why.

Of course, you are. I am Robert.

Then he really stepped on the gas again and took the exit onto the bypass autobahn around Munich.

The Promise of the South

She woke up in a postcard.

Someone stroked her cheek and asked her to open her eyes. First, she was confused for a moment, then totally overwhelmed.

The promise of the south, he said.

She was sure she had never seen anything so beautiful. So alive and impressive.

The lake stretched out before her down there in its deep blue, rimmed as in a fjord in northern Europe. One could see where the neck of the bottle opened in the distance, where it spread out into a great basin. Here was clearly the south. The epitome of it. According to Goethe, The land where the lemons bloom. Quote from An Italian journey. She had certainly been one of the few interested people who had borrowed this book from her district library.

Tall cypresses to the right and left of the serpentines of Torbole that led down to the shores of Lake Garda. A symphony of blue and green, of rock and water, sun, and life! Northern Italian, not yet too hot May air played around them, and the car roof had also gotten away! When had he opened it? Only now did she realize that it was a convertible that she had secretly entered a few hours ago, in another life.

She looked down at his tender hand, still where she wanted to be, still gently caressing. Her legs were half stretched out, half pulled up in the foot well, her skirt hem sat reasonably demure again, but still very far up, his fingers needed room to play, she indulged them.

At this sight, her wet kitten also woke up again, but it did not call, it only purred.

On the Brenner autobahn, the direct route to Italy, she must have finally fallen asleep. Before that, during the drive through Austria, her adrenaline had still kept her awake, caused by the excitement and fear of having simply whizzed past her workplace in Munich, on the bypass autobahn, in a Porsche belonging to a complete stranger, an older man, who had just kidnapped her with her consent, as it were, and then called her pale branch manager at the start of the work shift, during the drive, after she had given him the number, very uncertain about what was going to happen.

Well, now she no longer had a job there, but negotiated without consequences, without paid residual leave, without notice, that's it.

Shortly thereafter, another phone call later, apparently his tax advisor, at the height of Kufstein, one of the nice Austrian cities, he had gotten her a new job. Actually, with himself! Unasked, unlimited, personal assistant and chauffeur of the traveling Robert, flexible working hours provided, just as the sophisticated, provided work clothes, incl. board and lodging as a monetary benefit, of course. Salary is adjusted according to the tasks, but it is absolutely satisfactory and adequate. The documents and a corresponding contract would be exchanged by e-mail in the next few days. In view of his uncompromising decisiveness, her spontaneity at the gas station seemed downright paltry to her. No matter, it fit already, felt right, although totally unbelievable.

As they drove south along the lake on the Via Gardesana, to a hotel that must have been very familiar to him, which he had inquired and booked about in between while she slept, she nevertheless asked herself: Was this all good or bad now? She was still not quite sure whether she had just been promoted or relegated, to the best-paid Pretty Woman in Munich, a permanent luxury escort, but in view of the magnificent panorama at the foot of Monte Baldo, on the shores of Lago di Garda, a scrutinizing sideways glance at her new boss, preferably new life partner, and his tender hand on her leg, she tended toward the former.

All was well.

Julia's awakening

When he woke up in the late afternoon, she was standing naked on the balcony. 

Well, not quite, she was still wearing her black bra, even if it was only made of delicate, almost transparent lace, with which she attracted the amazed gaze of the people strolling along the small, picturesque harbour like a magnet. Below, however, she wore nothing. Her delicious little butt thereby magically attracted his eyes from the bed, just as her entire appearance did for everyone else from her exposed position in this enchanting place.

The poet's room on the second floor was the only one with an imposing, hand-carved corner balcony made of deep brown wood, therefore very eye-catching. Surely there were just a lot of tourists in the small port of Torri del Benaco, who were now particularly fond of photographing this attraction of the Hotel Albergo Gardesana. A famous model, perhaps, who stood directly on the wood-paneled parapet and let the sun of the eve shine on her. If only it were so...

Nevertheless, the former supermarket cashier slowly but surely vanished away from her personality. Something else, something more honest took possession of her. The look back from this place was too unreal. He thought he sensed all this as he watched this young and stunning woman.

She had certainly always been pretty, on the outside, he thought, but now she became beautiful, she glowed from within, in a bewitching way, it was like a transformation, right before his eyes.

He scolded himself again an old fool, but still he was enchanted by her grace and tenderness that she had given him once more on the wide, rustic bed after the restorative breakfast right after their arrival and after they had moved into the room. She insisted on giving him a blowjob until he cum, because when he tried to change his position to give her pleasure as well, she pushed him back onto the sheet.

Just enjoy!

And again, he experienced her incredible tenderness, which she spread with infinite patience over his twitching member, which absorbed the delicious touches like a sponge, and he hardly understood how to handle it without immediately passing away with lust or falling over his lustful tormentor, to make love to her, to return all these delights and make her scream ecstatically.

Lie still, believe me, all is well!

She smiled up at him with big, fawn eyes with lips salivated, her face heated horny behind his towering cock. Like spider legs her long red nails worked on it, like little pincers her fingers and like fluttering hummingbirds her expert tongue, which now produced on his Pointie an extensive symphony of stimuli, which had never happened to him so insistently before.

Pointie

Who had taught her this sophistication? At this, she observed his extraordinary reactions with excited satisfaction. For this young woman, time was an unknown factor in lovemaking, playing no role in her true understanding of physical union. Only so far, no one before this man had recognized and considered that. Never had she heard a lover purr so, experienced such soulfulness! For, she had stretched out her long, stockinged legs including the pumps next to him, deliberately offered them to him so that he could feast, give himself completely to his lust, his eccentric nylon lovemaking, and her consent for it. Lasciviously he enjoyed the silky surfaces on the wonderfully long thighs, the curved calves, and the narrow ankles to the patent leather of the shoes and their long heels, with hands, fingers, lips, and tongue.

Her sweet mouth over his lap, the ensnared objects of his desire in front of his face, he let moaning and caressing all of her expert beneficence wash over him in disbelief until he finally cried out on the delicate textures of the shimmering stockings as he registered that he was finally allowed to come in her delicious mouth as she passed the penultimate level where she had artfully held and spoiled him for so long.

Only now he noticed her hand jerking at her vulva, registered full of affection her twitching body also in last ecstasy. She looked at him lovingly with a lustful, strained gaze, panting with delight screams until her peak was conquered, her expression softened, she straightened up, crawled up to him with the blanket, snuggled into his opening arm with a tender kiss on the mouth. At the same time her hand lay warmly and protectively over his exhausted, soft flesh.

Completely happy about all this, he fell asleep with her.

Which God had sent that angel there on the balcony to him on earth? He gratefully observed her flawless body with the pale complexion. Her thick, long auburn hair fell slightly curly to her curved hips. He felt an incredible happiness about this providence of fate and yet he was already getting horny again! Throbbing his strengthening member in view of her beauty steadily filled with blood and soon the thin blanket formed an impressive tent in the middle of the large bed!

When she finally turned to him, noticing the towering temptation, she came in smiling mischievously, slowly unclasped her bra and showed herself to him in all her magnificence.

This was clearly the exclamation point behind the day's events, although it was more like two big exclamation points!

Later, after she had slid down from her upright riding position, sweaty and satisfied because she had elicited his semen almost tantric-like with her massaging pelvic floor while he enjoyed her heaving boobs and her silky thighs, she confessed to her hunger for a dinner. He also felt this immediately, this one could be satisfied. But the other hunger, it just woke up.

Not only with him, of that, he was sure.

***

At dinner in a little waterfront town called Castelletto di Brenzone, in the small, enchanted Piazza di Olivo in the higher part of village, at the Trattoria dal Sarsissa, she ate delicious tagliatelle with crayfish, followed by the almost more delicious dessert Dolce a la Casa, and learned many a detail about his life. But what really interested her was his preference for stockinged legs.

His devotion to hers had fascinated her as much as it excited her. After a short hesitation, he began to tell. It was no surprise for her at all, on the contrary, she herself found it exciting and thrilling that once an older woman, a good acquaintance of the family, today one would probably say MILF as well, with adorable legs in fine pantyhose had given him such formative, haptic experiences already as a little boy. In fact, she was also called Julia.

He only put his hand on her warm meshes then, rather unconsciously and quite naturally, while she sat on the edge of the bed during occasional visits to his room and told him a goodnight story. It was all completely innocent. Many years later, however, she happened to surprise him masturbating when he stayed over at her place once. There was also this one moment where both don't know in which direction things will develop. But instead of hyperventilating, she sat down with him, ostensibly wanting to talk to him about it, but instead taking matters into her own hands and pampering him in the most pleasant way. Chaste goodnight stories had not been in vogue for a long time, while this time he was also allowed to advance only as far as her ensnared thighs.

The touch today gave him again the soulful feeling of the past when he had felt protected and sheltered. As a precaution, he concealed the whole story, that in truth it had been someone much more familiar, who had often made her art and legs available to him in such a way.

She herself then told him about her last lover, Mr. Asshole himself, and why she had been at the rest stop at that hour, without a car, without a real vision of the future - until she met him.

The delicious red wine thawed her and soon she showed him several short films on the tablet PC, in which it quickly became clear in close-up who had shown her where the most promising spot on the penis was and at the end the video from the day before. She had to free herself from this burden and also wanted to know how he reacted to it. At first he was surprised about so much unconcern about her visual revelation of the most intimate, sexual details, but he didn't seem to mind what he saw there on the screen, on the contrary, he even complimented her on her expert hand and mouth music, as he called it, he even asked how she liked it, if her passion was real and she had to admit it to herself and to him, how much she had enjoyed it physically, but how empty and emotionless it all had been and not only in the little movies, actually in her whole sex life so far.

Both looked at each other. Each was sure in his own way that it would never happen to him again with this counterpart. Then he showed her something on the tablet PC, too.

A website. Nyloni.de. There he clicked on a short, erotic story about a pair of lovers on the Garda Lake at night, which she should read right now.

Novella of between silky legs and distant shores.

On the lake, just before midnight...

Her breathing swelled ever more violently under his lambent caresses.

Now her thighs spasmed uncontrollably and closed his ears so tightly that the sound of the dark lake could no longer be heard for a moment.

Strongly he grasped her dancing hips, holding her in position. If a lake made any noise at all, it was only the small waves, they might grow larger and more threatening, suddenly in the rising wind in the pale moonlight?

As the warm nylon of the shimmering legs of the tights came away from his ears again,

she briefly spread her thighs with a little cry, he took in the entire expanse of the completely dissolved lap in the expertly opened gusset. He listened briefly to the surroundings around the noble Riva boat, that lay like a nutshell between the west and east shores.

When he looked up over her squirming body, between the mounds of her quivering bosoms, over the half-opened lips of her sweet mouth, he almost believed he could see the mighty ridge of the Monte Baldo massif, which stretches the entire north-eastern bottleneck of the little sea,

as the locals called Lake Garda.

The lights of the port of Torri del Benaco twinkled ever so slightly above her moaning mouth,

behind it the promontory of Toscolano Maderno, beyond, the bay of Salo, where they had just been to dinner in a small restaurant in Gardone Riviera with friends.

Now they were in the middle of the dark lake, where it changed from a fjord-like state into a wide basin. Here the car ferry drove tirelessly in the daylight, now no more, almost at midnight.

The stiff, slippery bud beneath the nimble tip of his tongue sent its incredible pulses of pleasure into the quivering loins, now relieving its owner of the pressure in the tiny, itching cone and sent a tremendous orgasm through the mature woman's body. He kept believing that she had to be heard on the distant shores, when she suffered her multiple climaxes like this. Over and repeatedly, until he had slowly removed his wet lips from her mystical cleft.

Soon all that could be heard was her liberated breathing.

Until he was entering her!

Loudly she let him know how good and beautiful this was, He, too, moaned in surprise, overcome again and again by the tightness, that took him so greedily and hotly as if he were a missing part, the missing link, so to speak.

Now he could see to the right and left, not another boat in sight, total emptiness on the velvety water at this time, the waves were also harmless, it would be safe to fuck on the Largo di Garda in the still cool warmth of a starry June night, a woman's beautiful body in front of him, dressed only in a loose, light wraparound dress, a wafer-thin honey-colored pantyhose of fine nylon with cut open gusset! Thighs which now lay under his lustful stroking hands, till he grasped the long legs shimmering seductively in the moonlight, above the patent leather pumps, spreading and lifting them, so kneeling between her pair of scissors that he could run his tongue over the rough-smooth yarn at her ankles, which gave him additional pleasure and made his juices gather - he had been so horny for this all evening!

He looked down to his love, from the high heels of her white, bobbing pumps, down to her glorious body! He was kneeling on the seat bank in the back of the elegant wooden hull with seamless, deep red mahogany planking, while she lay with her upper body on the surface, where one used to get a tan in the sun, now revealing little pointed cries at every thrust, staring at him with lustful eyes, inviting him to cum, with the look over her heaving breasts.

"You're going to cum... go my darling, go!", her gaze said, but he was still able to hold it back a little, made her gasp and suffer her pleasure once more, and then finally collapsed on top of her in a tremendous ecstasy of his nerves! She wrapped her silky legs around his pumping hips, finally getting everything out of him that was inside!

A short, endless happiness!

***

The wonderfully intimate story was not long. It was scenically like her little films and afterwards Julia drank her red wine with a heated face.

Let's go!

As they strolled arm in arm through narrow alleyways back down to the moonlit lake and the car park, they paused frequently, hugged, and kissed as only new lovers do.

Now where are we going to get some tights?

She asked the question as they got into the car, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Now he knew for sure that she was the one.

That can wait until tomorrow!

Actually, he regretted that, but only that!

***

It was beautiful last night. Until now, I always felt like an object. I've only ever been taken, hard, fast and selfish. But I prefer it long and sensual.

He nodded as he slowly stroked her newly stockinged legs, next to her in the driver's seat, where she thought it was a shame that only 80 mph was allowed in Italy.

She was incredible, even now in her honesty! He could still hear her sharp little cries of pleasure in his head as he worked powerfully inside her, moving as he felt he should move, tracing her curiously with his senses and watching with fascination for her reactions. It was like an impressionist dipping his brush into a full palette of colors for the very first time to realize in order his ideas.

Guys, what a pretty play on words. A magical miracle between two people made for each other.

Her stockinged legs around his hips had done the rest to make him finally flow out in a stream he had never known.

She had crawled from the bathroom onto his bed in dark shimmering yarn on her long legs, the garter belt around her hips and high heels on her feet, in the only erotic outfit available, and invited him to do it with her the way he wanted. 

He made her dance endlessly on his tongue and thrusting fingers, making her quiver and beg until he came up out of her silky scissors and entered her as lovingly as anyone had ever done before.

Now they were driving further and further south on the Autostrada, the Italian equivalent of the Autobahn. Gently, the fingers of his left hand stroked her long legs that so attracted him, and as she got used to the way the German sports car drove, her thoughts wandered about the day.

***

Shall we stay together for a while?

After she woke up in the morning in the poet's room because his reinvigorated manhood slid gently into her from behind during a loving, cuddly embrace, she heard his whispered words.

Shall we stay together for a while?

It didn't take much effort in this spooning position, she was too hot and wet all the time, too receptive to everything, just also to this very tender agreement. She had never felt this way before, so soft and sweet, and she just purred in agreement, reached back around his head, turned her face towards his and then they kissed again, enjoying long and lustfully the smooth, gentle movements of their wombs. Both could not yet fully comprehend their happiness and when it came up almost simultaneously in them and their bodies jerked in ecstasy, she cried out for the first time completely free from so much animated, unbridled lust!

Aaaahhaaaaa... as long as you want... aaahhaaaaaaaahhhhh!

Afterwards, it had also been a special feeling to have breakfast with this man, a real man, on the terrace of the hotel. When she finally appeared at the table, because she needed some more time in the bathroom after the eventful night together, he had already set it with a selection of small delicacies and hot coffee. It was as extraordinary for her to be served as it was almost normal for it to happen.

Sunny and warm was the fresh morning, the lake was calm and blue in front of them, it was like day one in a new life.

After checking out, he drove them to Verona. In Via Mazzini they found everything their hearts desired, especially a Wolford store, where above all Robert gave free rein to his optical and haptic desires. Julia had her fun when she saw him choosing again and again between the seductive offer of noble pantyhose, until he finally let himself bag an opulent number of his silky favorites for lack of decisiveness.

It went on in the same way in an exclusive shoe store, in which she now almost got an orgasm, because this time she could not decide between the exclusive models and he said to the saleswoman, well, we'll take this one, that one and that one too! In the changing room of a very Italian women's clothing store, she finally put aside the portrayal of a lawyer from a cheap porn movie and became a woman at eye level side by side with this man. And this was not only due to the stiletto heels of her new Louboutins.

Later, under the balcony of Casa Giulietta, their namesake Juliet, the most photographed tourist attraction in this beautiful northern Italian city, they took selfies in love in an outfit that would have blown William Shakespeare away.

On the Piazza Bra they marveled the next attraction, the famous Arena di Verona, there they sat with a snack at noon and simply enjoyed the fact of being able to do it and in the small, dreamy bar next to the bridge Ponte Pietra they took the last cappuccino before leaving, giggled a little about Julia's not famous but very wicked balcony appearance in the harbor of Torri del Benaco (Why? I have nice breasts, don't I?), before they finally drove on, after they had done an extensive robbery tour with his credit card in a perfumery.

By then, for all curious observers, they had long been one loving couple among many, but certainly the most attractive.

He tossed her the car keys.

You drive!

She didn't let him tell her twice, as she clacked around the car in her new, sinfully expensive outfit: From a cosmetic touch of lightly tanning pantyhose 10den almost invisibly caressed legs, 12cm caged ankle boots made of beige suede, a not too short, but front-buttoned, skin-tight dress made of equally thin material and nothing else(!), he thought he had arrived in seventh heaven. A breath-taking angel sat next to him and made herself up in the rear-view mirror, tied her long auburn hair into a ponytail, looked once again smilingly to the right into his eyes, which continued to watch her with fascination, and on his advice opened the roof with a push of a button.

Fasten your seat belt, Sugar daddy!

She laughed and looked mischievously and amorously into his puzzled face.

Then she started the hissing sports car, routinely steering it out of the beautiful city as if she had never done anything else.

She didn't know the Uffizi, nor did Botticelli mean much to her, but Florence was a familiar name to her. The exit signs increased.

Drive off or continue?

She looked at him briefly questioningly, he stroked with one hand along her wide-unbuttoned thigh, sliding down the inside.

With pleasure further on!

The speed limit was 80 miles, more was not allowed on these very excellent Italian highways, it was a piece of cake to glide along here. The traffic held itself against evening in borders, soon it would become dark. Cool it was now already, she briefly took the way over a rest stop, only to close the roof again at low speed, then it went on.

Gently, his fingertips tapped down the wafer-thin pantyhose stretching over her pelvis into the hot gusset at her crotch, beneath which her kitten meowed lustily and wetly as he knocked. She spread her legs a bit, leaned back comfortably, and gave herself over to driving and his gentle vulva drumming. Her hand slid to the right over his jeans, sensing the burgeoning lust with gentle pressure that had been just waiting in there. That was all they did. It was like starting a fire and occasionally fanning some oxygen into it so the embers would glow, and small flames would blaze. The big logs would be added much later if they wanted to.

***

They stopped at a gas station just outside Rome, it had long been dark, late, around midnight.

After refueling, he ordered two cappuccini. It took her a little longer to get back from the restroom. She looked at him mischievously as she sat down with him.

Maybe, you'd rather get rid of me again? Then we've come full circle: Into the Porsche at one gas station, out again at another!

He didn't hear the joke in her voice right away, almost got a fright.

What makes you think that?

Laughing, she took out a small pair of nail scissors from her handbag, showed them to him briefly, and then put them back in her pocket.

You'd be missing out, too!

He could hardly wait to get back into the car to drive on and find out what she had meant. It was clear to him; she had read the reading of his favorite author on its homepage, and he hardly dared to imagine what she had cut open with the small scissors.

How far is it to Naples?

She looked at him questioningly. He looked back just as questioningly.

Well, that's where this hot lady lives, in the Gulf of Naples, on Capri, isn't it? At least she masturbates there! I also read the story on the homepage. Surely, it's all a fake. But extremely interesting and informative. Very instructive when one comes across someone like you!

He was irritated for a moment.

Who am I?

Uncertainly he looked at her. Without hesitation she answered him.

You are everything I want!

He saw in her big, honest eyes that she meant it just the same. After a short breathless pause, he stood up, walked around the bar table, took her tightly in his arms and kissed her.

You too!

Closely entwined, they walked to the car.

It is about two and a half hours to Naples. But there is no ferry to the island currently, I guess.

She kissed him on the cheek.

It doesn't matter. But you drive.

She gave him the key with a wink and went straight to the passenger door, because she already suspected that she would not be able to concentrate on driving for the next two and a half hours.

And so, it was.

***

With the two lovebirds in their cosy car, in the dark night, somewhere in the Mezzogiorno, the south of Italy, the tenderness prevailed, the happiness to have found each other, the missing piece of the puzzle, so to speak, that completes the overall picture. The picture that everyone has of himself at best, but in which sometimes a set piece is missing, you are looking for it sometimes all your life and sometimes you have the feeling that you have found it, but then it is just one more disappointment.

Robert had several disappointments behind him, never found the right second wife for his sexual preference, Julia, after the course of her admittedly short life so far, but all the more bitter experiences, believed she had finally found the safe harbour into which she could enter without constantly having to live with the fear of being hurt again or just used.

In love, hope never dies, and in this case, let us anticipate, it will be fulfilled. I am a romantic, I could not write otherwise.

And certainly not masturbate after.

***

Somewhere just outside Naples, Julia was overcome by her passion, there was no longer the fire to extinguish only with fingering skills, on the contrary, it flared up as never before. On the passenger seat she moved for some time twitching on his middle finger sunk into her, which had found the way at some point, into the crotch of the gossamer pantyhose cut open by her,

on which his hand had gently stroked along in the darkness of the night, until this could no longer hide it, where it actually wanted to go! She moaned and enjoyed his intrusion, he was tender and sensitive, let her dance on his charms, became more violent, heard her come gasping in between, while she let her fingertips and nails play on his throbbing flesh with expert delight, then used her pincer fingers mercilessly, only to linger again tenderly, repeating the procedure that elicited more and more gasping sounds of pleasure from him!

The driving of the sports car, although already somewhat slower, became more and more of a burden for him, almost a danger in view of the increasing traffic on the road and in the car itself.

When his passenger now abandoned her position as well, leaning over to him because she could no longer contain her desire to feel him even more and give him even greater pleasure, lowering her head over his lap and let him finally feeling the hot tightness of her living mouth, he groaned loudly and looked for a solution in the form of a resting place.

However, they were now quite close to Naples, the light in the sky was not to be overlooked for some time, it was now to decide either to change the autostrada in the direction of Sorrento or to continue first in the direction of Amalfi Coast, but there the opportunity was already over, too sweet and present was the appeal of her tongue on Pointie, too pleasurable the tightness of her gently sucking mouth, he chose the easier option, drove even slower straight ahead and finally surrendered to her demanding attentions that clearly sought the point of no return!

After a fleeting time, it finally poured out, her mouth was deep over him, she also moaned full of fervor and jerked back and forth with her pelvis on the passenger seat in convulsive twitches. Long since his fingers had lost contact with her crotch due to her shifted position, it was now her again, successfully pleasuring herself.

After that it became silent, only the engine roared. Everything was so incredible! Just like the sudden sight of Vesuvius, which loomed menacingly from the night sky on the right. The main thing was that the volcano would not come tonight too, thought Robert, and had to laugh unintentionally.

Julia had snuggled up on his lap, he stroked her warm, tender body, ran his hand through her thick hair, felt it grow colder around his shrinking penis as her mouth withdrew, her hand still protecting it, and they both knew that it was good now.

Robert & Julia in Sicily

When she lifted her head and sleepily looked out the windshield, it was in front of her: the Strait of Messina. The wide, dark blue ribbon of the strait that separated the Italian mainland from Sicily, illuminated by a morning sun. Robert had just driven on and on along the nocturnal lane, faster than was allowed, secretly hoping that he would make it to her awakening so that he could give her this unique sight, this creature that had curled up contentedly on the passenger seat without any further questions.

That was now as completely unreal as it was also unbelievable for a Julia from Munich's problem quarter Neuperlach-South. She was speechless, there was nothing to say, as it was apparently never necessary to comment on or even clarify any situation between them. Everything felt too right. Routinely, her new companion steered the car onto the ferry and opened the roof again. Less than an hour later, they were already driving on the road to Catania. The second volcano on their journey rose up in front of them on the right.

***

Etna smokes a bit; something always smokes here. Not the only active chimney on this Italian trip 2017, right?

By the way, even the famous German poet prince of yore was not considered a taster when it came to female charms on his exploratory tour in 1786-88.

But this?

***

In fact, both of their lust for each other was satisfied for the time being. In the venerable Hotel Belmont on the beach of Taormina they sunbathed after a refreshing swim in the southern Mediterranean, the water was already wonderfully warm in early May. Finally, Robert also fell asleep, intoxicated by Julia's closeness, her love, and her incredible beauty, the hastily acquired bikini, more like a tanga, was a nothing, instead her awakened body was everything. She was everything!

As he was sleeping, she was watching him, still couldn't believe what had happened, just because of this man, and this feeling, a feeling of... rightness... she really couldn't think of anything else to say. Everything was so right. He was right. And so was she - for the first time!

Deeply impressed by the almost unreal scenery around her, she looked out at the blue sea to the shimmering horizon and remembered that author there on Capri. Was that one really sitting on a rock, perhaps now looking out to sea and caressing herself? She took out her tablet PC and googled the mysterious lady whose erotic nylon stories had certainly played a big part in her being here herself, in Taormina, that exotic place in Sicily, residing in a 5-star hotel on the beach of an enchanting bay, next to an attractive 52y whose old acquaintance of the family with fascinating legs had been his awakening at a young age, who had seduced him and hooked him on the fine yarn of a pair of pantyhose on it.

At best it had been an aunt, she thought, who was mainly to blame for this somewhat unusual love affair. She might be a bit naive, but she wasn't exactly stupid. Whatever had happened, she could not see it as a permanent damage. On the contrary, she loved his soulful look, especially when he was just stroking her stockinged legs, and it almost reassured her to know this key to his inner satisfaction. The tenderness that emanated from him was also transmitted to her and she increasingly experienced herself to an extent that she would never have thought possible.

And so, she found on the net several eBooks by this particular author, in which mature, experienced women, especially actually aunts, gave it to young men, for their absolute pleasure and both of them. She looked over again at her older lover and recognized on his innocent sleeping face the youth of that time.

She read.

An idea matured in her for the evening, rather for the night.

***

Afterwards they had spent the whole afternoon in the higher situated town center, they went up with the ropeway and strolled through the alleys of the hill town next to Mount Etna, which was already built by the ancient Greeks. There was a Greco-Roman amphitheater to visit, which they did, but really, they only had eyes for themselves, despite the stunning view from there.

Hand in hand, in casual tourist clothes, both now in jeans and airy white shirts, bought in the small but fine hotel store, where there had also been the bikini and the prices were far outside Julia's previous possibilities. She could wear what she wanted, he was enraptured by her - and she by him! What a difference to her former stallions, what an increase in quality, also in intellectual terms, Robert told of Goethe in Sicily, and she could keep up (Yes, 1787! All by horse-drawn coach, imagine the possibilities we would have had on the road then!), but mostly she hung on his lips. Often, however, just to kiss them. They were tender and affectionate, not like a mouthwash!

Towards evening, they had dinner on the romantic hotel terrace right by the sea and chatted like an old married couple about the life that lay ahead of them.

It will be beautiful, believe me!

She believed him, because he meant what he said.

Yes, it will.

And he believed her as well, when she whispered to him in a somewhat wicked voice and with an almost voluptuous look between two bites of tiramisu.

You were only allowed up to her thighs then? What if we finally bring it to a happy end right now? And let's capture it for all time in a little movie!

Yes, it will be nice, he thought once again, took her hand, and pulled the laughing Julia along with him...

The End

Up to here, it was romantic, tender and erotic.

If that's enough for you, I now say Bon Voyage and 

...but if you want something more, you can use the following epilogue for your relaxation.

On my homepage there is a guide, also in English, how woman should treat her nylon lover at home species-appropriate. Julia has read it...

As we will learn in a moment.

Epilogue (Finale Furioso)

Let's take a little more time for the finale of Robert and Julia, I mean by authoring stories that my adored readership can lustfully stroke themselves after. We do, let's face it.

So let's sit back, me at my little rock here on Capri, where the red cross is marked, the blue sea with the Faraglionis in view, the warm sun on the tanned skin of my slightly spread thighs, the inclined readership on their sheets at home, back in the cushion of the sofa or on the back of the office chair, depending on where my reading enters the brain and the loins, we let our fingers play with our sexual characteristics, the hard, male ones as well as the moist, female ones, and together we enjoy the anticipation of a beautiful, pleasurable orgasm.

I put my little notebook in front of me, between my spread thighs, so I film myself all the time here in this place, often with a nice pair of open tights on my legs, my high-heeled Louboutins on my feet, my fingers in an exposed position, everything in focus, especially for my Paul on the way, who should also enjoy watching it, as I am now watching a video that reached me a few days ago by email from a Julia who, inspired by my stories, seduced her new partner in a hotel in Taormina according to all the rules of my art.

His former Julia, she titled it. Her brief but very informative notes about how it came about inspired me in the first place to tell this perhaps true story in my eBook, in a romantic, tender way, but highly erotic of course, for all our pleasure.

Let's watch it together.

Julia 1.0

In 1985, 32 years ago, the twenty-year-old Robert lay on his bed full of anticipation, looking forward to the exciting outfit of his Julia, while he was already touching himself with stiff excitement because she was finally back after a long stay in Sicily, where she had followed an older man whom she made happy until he died under her tender hands.

***

Yes, the tender hands and silky thighs that he caressed with feigned innocence from an early age. He liked to think back to those days, but when the goodnight stories had had their day, this pleasure disappeared from his life, but not from his pubescent wet dreams. Then there was this serendipity, albeit a very embarrassing one at first: Shortly after his eighteenth birthday, she caught him masturbating with one of her pantyhose from the laundry basket when he stayed over during a visit to her place.

After a moment of hesitation, she showed him what she had also wanted to do ever since she had first noticed his hard-on under the covers and felt his hot hands on her thighs. For her part, she surprised him with gripping intrepidity! While stroking him, tenderly provoking his pleasurable moans, she made the rule never to advance further under her skirt than the base of her bodysuit, under which the smooth surfaces of the pantyhose disappeared.

But as soon as she noticed that he was getting more impatient and wanted more, she wanked him purposefully and more mercilessly, hinting that it could come to a premature end very quickly now too. But when he went back to just stroking her delicious, warm nylon thighs, she took her foot off the gas and continued to cover his emotional world with itchy tenderness. Her long, Ferrari-red fingernails worked like spider legs, her fingertips circled expertly on his most sensitive spot, her pincer fingers acted like pumping pistons, all alternately and ever more unstoppably!

When she finally leaned down to him, he wished she would do it over his lap, but her red, tender lips kissed him with increasing intensity, in tune with the frequency of her demanding fingers. When he was finally and at last allowed to come, they both moaned loudly into each other's wide-open mouths with writhing tongues. She too had finally had to touch herself with her free hand, she too could not resist the magic of the moment.

That was all that had happened the first time, but it remained formative for his sexual orientation: warm yarn, gladly that of pantyhose, paired with enduring tenderness.

And then suddenly she was gone.

After two years she returned, widowed by her Sicilian, but now happy with her joyfully excited young Robert who now visited her regularly and they replayed the night of yore, but never did he get more than her silky thighs, her tender hands, and her soft lips from which came her masturbated cries! It lasted as long as it lasted, then his first wife appeared on the stage of his life and everything became different, more real! But when this great love died far too soon at the birth of their daughter, his Julia of yore had also preceded her.

***

Until he had to refuel in northern Bavaria, at the beginning of May 2017, a seasoned 52y privateer with his Porsche at half past three in the morning, when suddenly a true revelation of her, a Julia 2.0, so to speak, sitting in the passenger seat, who was now finally slowly clacking into his room, after a long, eventful drive full of erotic adventures in which true love unfolded between them, which led down to Sicily in just two days, there she stood, gloriously naked except for a pair of fine pantyhose and red-soled high heels, backlit in the doorway of the bathroom of a luxury hotel in Taormina, almost like a reincarnation from back then!

This Julia, however, just as seductive and tender as his then, but twenty-five years younger than the first Julia of yore had ever been. This one, was now even more beautiful, more intoxicating, more real, for she smiled at him and was no longer three metres away from him!

With her all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

Julia 2.0

Do you like what you see?

Lasciviously she came closer, filming him with her tablet PC. He pushed the duvet aside with his free hand, filming her with his smartphone with the other: her incredible, mocha shimmering legs, Wolford 10den, bought in Verona, the gusset opened in Taormina with a small pair of nail scissors, just now in the bathroom, to his absolute rapture! The 6" heels of the classic black patent leather Louboutins barely made a sound on the thick carpet of the semi-dark suite, but attracted his covetous gaze as much as her free-swinging breasts, incredibly beautiful and full, magical as her dark red mouth, the large, mysterious doe eyes in the pale, pretty face, framed like her naked torso by the long, auburn, slightly curly hair that fell almost to the cuff of the fine pantyhose.

Come to me.

He pointed to the edge of the bed. She filmed his towering, magnificent cock, which she already knew so well, which she had spoiled and felt on this long, still almost unreal journey from the north to the south, where everything became so warm and right. She, the young Julia from Neuperlach South, without prospects, he the man with insatiable longings - until now!

When she saw his loving lust in his eyes, the lust for her, for her body and the silky desire for it, hot juices shot into her loins, causing wild giddiness and she groaned under the tickling impulses as she sat down beside him, her gaze and tablet PC fixed on his swaying member and her hand wrapped tenderly around it!

Aroused, she felt the throbbing rush of blood shooting in there and at the same time she felt his hot hand moving caressingly on her thigh. She buckled slightly with pleasure in her upper body as she watched and filmed this, but then bent a little to the side in this movement and leaned the tablet PC on the safe, other half of the bed against the folded-up duvet until she thought it had everything in focus, all the glories that would now unfold.

He could not take his eyes off her, her face, her bosom and finally the long, dark shimmering legs that sat close beside him on the edge of the bed, so that he perceived the fine textures of those wafer-thin pantyhose as he once had when it was just a game of rules, but now there was no more hesitation, no more restraint.

When he saw and felt her fingers wrapping around his flesh, gently gripping, pressing harder, massaging more gently, slowly pulling his foreskin down, the bulging glans oozing out of it with her pink-smooth skin, he moaned so lustfully, so incredulously, because it was this very situation that she was now giving him, as horny as ever, he put his hand on the warm, fine meshes on her delicious leg and did almost cum until his eyes were diverted by her movement of putting down her tablet PC to have them both well in the picture.

Briefly, he remembered her lecherous plan to make a film for his favorite author to watch on Capri, shot from two perspectives, edited together later the onward journey to wherever.

So, he concentrated on his smartphone, holding it with his left hand so that it had everything in the viewfinder, in POV close-up,so to speak, his pulsating flesh with her hand on it, behind it her silky thighs with his hand on them. But he didn't have the camera in view for long because the stimuli on his cock developed so sweetly, so intensely and everything became so incredible!

Breathing harder herself, because her lust was rising just as it was in the body in front of her, in the pulsating member between her fingers, her long, dark red nails, with which she was stroking, torturing, and spoiling by every trick in the book! She looked at his incredulous face, at his twitching belly, his rising lap, his agitated hand on the nylon on her leg, she also saw him filming what she was doing there now.

There, where she knew that all the nerve endings and all the thousand erogenous zones of a man converged, in the frenulum, that incredibly stimulus-sensitive connection between the foreskin and the base of the glans, which she tightened again and again by pulling everything down with two pincer fingers, then massaging the taut Pointie with circling fingertips and irritating it with the sharp nails until the pleasure became audible and his fixed gaze on it distorted in unspeakable lust.

Then she paused and started all over again with her arts, which, however, also completely set her on fire herself. It bubbled and itched in her restless womb, she had long since had the overwhelming desire to bend down and support everything with her mouth and tongue, when she felt his hand advancing inexorably, entering, and doing everything right! Gasping with delight, she fell forward and when the first impulse faded, the next no longer a surprise but just pure lust, she put her lips around his waiting glans and began moaning with her delicious mouth music.

It was hard for him to keep his eyes on everything, the camera, the actions on his cock, so incredibly good and expert, so tender and yet so demanding, he saw himself twitch and quiver, heard himself moan and gasp. More stimuli flooded in as he stroked down her nobly stockinged, silky legs to the floor, to her high-heeled, red-soled pumps, it crackled softly and seductively, it was so sweet to feel, now she was going to suffer it too, he stroked along her inside, her thighs opened willingly, it became hot and moist at his fingertips, he left the yarn, was in the open gusset, exploring wet, soft, twitching flesh and slipped two of his fingers inside her fine, hot tightness that clung tightly around him.

He too knew how and where a woman united the thousand erogenous zones, played tenderly and yet powerfully on the harp of her lap, made it dance and gyrate, jerk and quiver, long since he had been staring rapturously at her thick mop of hair, which moved ever more violently above his universe, beneath which raged a volcano of pleasure currents and stimuli that made him groan wildly, at the same time as her, until she lifted her panting face, looked at him in amazement with her mouth salivated, because she didn't want to bite him in her lust, and finally screamed her orgasm at him, an orgasm that was so powerful, that catapulted her to a level she had never reached, that surged back and forth inside her, ebbed briefly, swelled again, finally raged and burned! Infinite, multiple!

AAAhhaaahhhhhaaaaaa... ooooaaaahhhhhhhhhh... aaaahhhhaaaaaaa...!

Fiercely it surged deep out of her, she only held on tightly to his throbbing pole, he had her distorted face big in the picture, she stared full of unbridled passion into the camera, smiling almost liberated at it, he let his demanding fingers snap back and forth staccato and mercilessly, she was already riding towards the next flash, bending over again and again panting, kissing him wetly and wildly until she roared again and jerked on his hand!

Oooaaahhhhh... aaahhhaaa... aahhhaa... aaahhaaaa...aaahhhaa...!

In the next scene, she lay stretched out next to him, her long, mocha-coloured leg slowly sliding over his thigh, higher and higher, you could see them both watching spellbound as the towering, bobbing lance slowly and lustfully got under the warm, silky inside of her thigh and it gently began to rotate. The foreskin was pulled tautly down with two pincer fingers clinging tightly around the throbbing root. Now you could hear and see the incredible pleasure he felt as the wafer-thin textures of the pantyhose scraped against all the sensitive, exposed skin pores of his cock! The camera moved in close to film his ever emerging, squeezed glans and visualize the indescribable sensations raging within! The urethra opened and closed under the gyrating pressure as if it were breathing and screaming!

His pleasurable moans were stifled by her mouth, wild and lambent on his, she took her time, he lost feeling for it. It was a sensual act, intense, intimate. She was giving it to him now, skillful and whacky, giving him the touches, he craved, smiling lustfully at the camera as she held his quivering and gasping body in her arms because of her technique. He had let go of his smartphone, stroking her gyrating, ensnared thigh, pressing it harder on the itching cock beneath, massaging her glorious breast too, kissing and licking the stiff nipples, moaning, and gasping incessantly loudly and with pleasure. She kept him in this sophisticated way for long, sweet minutes on a surge of pleasure, with that most intense, silky stimulation of his sensitive nerve endings that had been unknown to him before!

As Robert's moans and twitches became more intense, they both looked in fascination at the first drops of pleasure that ran slowly and itchy out of the tip of his glans, announcing the approaching cum!

There you saw her hand, suddenly and quickly going down to her clit, as she demandingly supplied herself there, because everything was about to explode again! When it tore her apart, she threw her head back, screaming loudly, and pressed his hot face against her heaving bosom! Still with her pelvis twitching, she suddenly pushed herself completely over him, squatted erect for a moment, then fell forward again, panting, because everything stiff was just pressing into her, filling her completely and now making them both scream as her tight pussy muscle snapped shut, her glowing lava pressing around his itching flesh!

Greedily, his ten fingers stroked fan-like over her frantically pounding up and down, nylon shining ass and she still came, or came again, clinging tightly to him with her arms, her upper body, her sucking lap! Then a deeper sound swelled, his face emerged from the tangled mess of her sweaty hair, with his face distorted with pleasure he let us share in his tremendous orgasm, which he roared into the camera of the tablet PC standing at the side, until it finally fell over because of the restless activity on the bed.

The screen remained black for a long time, only the persistent cries of lust and then the satisfied gasps were clearly audible.

After a while there was a laugh, the picture shook, was back again and a completely dissolved Julia smiled at me from close up.

All is well Ny; all is well indeed!

And thank you for the guide about fulfilled pantyhose eroticism!