Nylon Lover Story (part 3)
Nylon Lover (part 3)
by ninja-mon ©
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“BECCA!! Let’s go, we’re leaving!” My uncle shouted from the back door! We scrambled up, and she ran out of the garage, face flushed. I stayed in the club house, rubbing my hard dick, since it felt so damned good! I pulled it out, and started stroking it. I’d heard sbout jacking off from some of the other guys, and I’d even tried it, with negative results. This time though, after just a few more seconds, I shot a stream of cum across the floor…. two, three, four spurts of juice. I was amazed at what had happened!
Man, I thought I had died and gone to Heaven – nothing I had experienced, had EVER felt that good! And, all because of ‘Becca! I waited two or three days before doing it again, and then I saw up the dress of my teacher, Mrs. Pearson. Dark stocking tops, and a couple of inches of garter straps, and I got an instant hard on!
I couldn’t wait to get home, at which time I grabbed the Sears catalogue, and turned to the stockings page. Plenty to look at there, and I whipped my dick out and started stroking it.
After just a few minutes, looking at the pictures, and thinking about ‘Becca, and I shot my second load! Again, lightning bolts of pleasure assaulted my inexperienced body! I wiped it on my bed sheet, and realized that when I did this again, I’d have to be better prepared!
As you might guess, I couldn’t wait for Becca to show up the next Sunday. I wanted to share my new found activity with her! But, for some reason, she got scared or something, she wouldn’t go to the club house with me. No matter how hard I pleaded or begged, it was no dice! She’s show me plenty of leg, and even let me rub her stockings when no one was around, but she would’nt go to the club house with me. I was broken hearted! I was sure that I was in love with her, and now she wouldn’t even consider being alone with me!
As we grew older, the games stopped, and our relationship no longer flourished. I had plenty of other sources of nyloned leg to gawk at, so ‘Becca wasn’t all that important to me anymore, and besides, I was pissed at her for not coming through for me!
It soon became an obsession for HER, though, as I displayed my disinterest in her. New, shorter skirts, high heels, sheerest stockings, she knew how to get to me, that’s for sure. But, I played it really cool. Oh, I’d always look at the display of nylon encased thigh she showed (I’m no dummy!), and I’d smile at her, but no overt actions on my part at all.
Becca would even on occasion, spread her legs and show me her crotch…. and I’d look, but that was it. Once, we were both in the back seat of her dad’s car going somewhere, and she actually took my hand and placed it on her thigh. I stroked it (I’m no dummy!), loving the way it felt, but that was it! Man, it really pissed her off!
Finally, I’d gotten a job after school, and got my drivers license. Then, I bought a car – a ’56 Ford convertable, from a relative. Paid $140.00 for it, and it ran okay. The top leaked a little, but that didn’t matter – I was King Shit!
Had my own car!
By then, we were both over 18, and a few weeks later, We were all at the house after church, and my aunt asked me if I would take ‘Becca home. They wanted to do something else, and she had a school thing to do with some friends, and had to get home. I hem-hawed around, and finally agreed to do it…
to be continued…
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