Cyberlegs: Not Just Another Friday Night
This is NOT an original story. It originally appeared on the old Cyberlegs website many many years ago. I take no credit for this, this is simply a repost for those who never saw the old Brianna Cyberlegs site, and for long time pantyhose fetishists like myself who remember the awesomeness of that website. Long live the memory of Brianna and her Cyberlegs website. She was THE first Internet pantyhose fetish model and it is because of pioneers like her that people like myself are doing what we do and create pantyhose erotica for pantyhose fans to enjoy. Hail Cyberlegs!!
Not just another Friday Night
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night at the local bar/club that I worked at as a bartender. But as fate dealt me a new card that night, I thought I would share this story with you.
It was about 12:30, when a gorgeous woman with mile-long legs, shimmering, sexy pantyhose and 4" slingbacks approached the bar and asked if anyone was sitting in a vacant chair. I replied that "you are" and she proceeded to sit down. She had suicidal blonde hair and the most voluptuous body any man could ever fantasize about. She wore a black leather biker-chick skirt that fit snugly around her gorgeous rounded ass. As she was sitting, her already short skirt rode up higher on her long legs. She smoothed her nylon clad legs with her blood red nails. I thought how I would love to have those hands wrapped around my ever-hardening cock.
I started to stare at her large breasts, 36D from my best guess. She wore a harley davidson t-shirt, cut low, refealing her beautiful, smooth, creamy cleavage. I started to daydream about how great her nylon clad legs would wrapped around my waist, and her nipples in my mouth, as I looked into her mesmerizing eyes, which were the wildest shade of green I had ever seen, very light and almost florescent, but not quite, and asked her what she wanted to drink. Almost as if on cue, she asked for a "slippery nipple". As I grabbed the bottle of peach schnapps, and made her drink, we began to talk and she continued run those blood-red nails up and down her sexy, silky legs. It was driving me crazy listening to the hiss of nylon.
After about an hour of this exquisite torture, and serveral small-talk topics, I switched the topic to pantyhose. I knew she loved them. We started to tell each other what our preferences were: Sheer-to-Waist, Ultra-Sheer, lots of shine, colors which were sexiest, seamless, you name the kind of pantyhose, we talked about it. Then, she really blew me away... she had taken her hands off her legs and she touched my arm in a very seroius, if not sensuous way, asking me if I was seeing anybody. I told her that with the hours I work, the only "person" I was seeing was rosy and her five sisters. She laughed, and said that statement pretty much summed up her sex life as well, except her's ran on batteries. She then blew me out of the water, and told me how she always cut out the crotch on her pantyhose so she could finger her clit when she got hot. I couldn't believe my luck - "are you hot now?" I asked her. She told me "maybe I am, maybe I'm not". She then asked me if I ever wore pantyhose, I told her that I wasn't some kind of freak queer, but given the chance, I loved to rub a woman's soft nylon covered legs and ass cheeks though sheer pantyhose, but "no" I never wore pantyhose. She told me that being gay was a guy sucking on another guy's cock, not fucking a woman wearing her pantyhose. It was obvious we both had chemistry, and we were both getting quite horny. Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by, she ran those sexy fingers through her hair, and ordered two shots of rum, one for her and the other for me. As I picked up the shotglass, taking a risk, I made a toast - "here's to pantyhose and fucking our brains out tonight". Bottoms up, and the shot was over as fast as it started. We continued talking, and again I noticed her hand rubbing up and down her thigh, through the wispy material. The sound of nylon brushing on those nails gave me an instant chub, and I tried to continue our conversation.
We continued this sort of talk for about ten more minutes. Finally, she stopped, slipped back into her shoes, got up, and said "I'm going to freshen up". I loved watching her gorgeous pantyhose-clad legs and that curvy leather skirt covered ass as she walked back to the ladies' room. I hoped that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I was in the back of the bar, picking up dirty ashtrays, and half empty drink glasses, looking around for her, and as I carried the nearly full bus-tub to the dishwahser room, I was pulled into a utility room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the distinctive, erotic, smell of her pussy-scented nylons. We were locked in each other's embrace and where taking full advantage of this. I kissed her deep and hard, sliding my hand down her back, across her butt, and down her silky-sheer leg. I slid my hand under her skirt and proceeded in rubbing her creamy nylonic thighs. I smiled when I felt the snipped-out pantyhose crotch.
As I did this she undid my jeans and slid her hand under the waist band of my skivies, she rubbed my dick in a most pleasing fashion. I moved my hand up and down her sensuous, nylon covered ass. Then I ran my fingers through her neatly trimmed pubic hair and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her pussy lips with my middle finger then slid my index finger into her. She began to move her hips up and down as she made noises similar to purring. She then stroked her pantyhose with her nails, making that wonderful hissing noise, and started to shudder. I loved to hear the sound of her nails those pantyhose. It was great! Her grip on my cock tightened as she was about to cum. As she came, her cunt juices flowed out in barrels covering my hand, and ozzing onto her sheerly encased thighs.
She started to stroke my cock and I couldn't wait to put it in her steamy cunt. I slipped my fingers out of her lovebox, she then slid down to her knees and placed her lips on my throbbing, rock-hard five inch cock. She slid her mouth over the head and started licking the shaft, in less than a minute, I started to cum. As I started shooting my hot cum into her mouth, she looked into my eyes with a piercing gaze that told me this woman was not only special, she was my soul-mate. She liked bikes, drinking, sex, pantyhose, rock & roll, and she swallowed!
After I came, and as she stood in front of me, I could hear her heavy breathing and I knew she was as stimulated as I was at this moment.
It was now bartime, and I needed to close up. She sat at the bar, as I kicked out the other customers, and cleared the till. We climbed onto my roadking, and headed to my apartment. The entire way home, she kissed the back of my neck, tweaked my nipples, and stroked my cock.
After getting into my place, I proceeded to lie her down on the sofa and asked her to lift her skirt. As she compliied, she asked me if I really liked her pantyhose. As I was fantasizing about the wildest fuck of my lifetime, I said I thought her pantyhose were the sexiest thing a woman could possibly ever wear. She told me to strip, and as she slipped out of her pantyhose, she told me to put them on. I told her I wasn't gay. She said that if I wanted to fuck, I better put on the 'hose. I stepped into the pantyhose, and immediatly realized that I found something great to wear in the bedroom. As she lay on the sofa stroking her pussy, I pulled the pantyhose all the way up, and slipped my cock out through the cut-out crotch. I kneeled down, and started eating her pussy. She arched back, and I thrust my cock into her like a horny tiger, trying to keep the herd alive.
As my dick pounded her cunt, she put her nylon covered legs over my shoulders. My hands found themselves fondling her beautiful, smooth, lovely tits. After a while longer she began to get more excited and started to thrust into my cock enabling maximum penetration. On one particularly deep thrust, I felt her vaginal walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began to climax her back arched into the air and she once again began to rub her nails over her sheer pantyhose, covering my ass and legs, make that hissing noise. Then her back dropped and she relaxed.
I had been effected by her emotional climax and started to cum myself. When she felt my cum shooting into het cunt, she pulled my hips deep into her, rubbing her hands over my ass cheeks, and thighs.
She aparently thought I was done, but I wasn't... I flipped her onto the floor, on all fours, and I fucked her like a madman, not only did I cum once, I came a total of three times that night while wearing her pantyhose.
We have dated exclusively ever since that night, and pantyhose have become a part of my sexual life. I would never dream of wearing pantyhose in public, or at any biker rally. But when we are alone in bed, I will gladly wear anything she wants me to...
Not just another Friday Night
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night at the local bar/club that I worked at as a bartender. But as fate dealt me a new card that night, I thought I would share this story with you.
It was about 12:30, when a gorgeous woman with mile-long legs, shimmering, sexy pantyhose and 4" slingbacks approached the bar and asked if anyone was sitting in a vacant chair. I replied that "you are" and she proceeded to sit down. She had suicidal blonde hair and the most voluptuous body any man could ever fantasize about. She wore a black leather biker-chick skirt that fit snugly around her gorgeous rounded ass. As she was sitting, her already short skirt rode up higher on her long legs. She smoothed her nylon clad legs with her blood red nails. I thought how I would love to have those hands wrapped around my ever-hardening cock.
I started to stare at her large breasts, 36D from my best guess. She wore a harley davidson t-shirt, cut low, refealing her beautiful, smooth, creamy cleavage. I started to daydream about how great her nylon clad legs would wrapped around my waist, and her nipples in my mouth, as I looked into her mesmerizing eyes, which were the wildest shade of green I had ever seen, very light and almost florescent, but not quite, and asked her what she wanted to drink. Almost as if on cue, she asked for a "slippery nipple". As I grabbed the bottle of peach schnapps, and made her drink, we began to talk and she continued run those blood-red nails up and down her sexy, silky legs. It was driving me crazy listening to the hiss of nylon.
After about an hour of this exquisite torture, and serveral small-talk topics, I switched the topic to pantyhose. I knew she loved them. We started to tell each other what our preferences were: Sheer-to-Waist, Ultra-Sheer, lots of shine, colors which were sexiest, seamless, you name the kind of pantyhose, we talked about it. Then, she really blew me away... she had taken her hands off her legs and she touched my arm in a very seroius, if not sensuous way, asking me if I was seeing anybody. I told her that with the hours I work, the only "person" I was seeing was rosy and her five sisters. She laughed, and said that statement pretty much summed up her sex life as well, except her's ran on batteries. She then blew me out of the water, and told me how she always cut out the crotch on her pantyhose so she could finger her clit when she got hot. I couldn't believe my luck - "are you hot now?" I asked her. She told me "maybe I am, maybe I'm not". She then asked me if I ever wore pantyhose, I told her that I wasn't some kind of freak queer, but given the chance, I loved to rub a woman's soft nylon covered legs and ass cheeks though sheer pantyhose, but "no" I never wore pantyhose. She told me that being gay was a guy sucking on another guy's cock, not fucking a woman wearing her pantyhose. It was obvious we both had chemistry, and we were both getting quite horny. Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by, she ran those sexy fingers through her hair, and ordered two shots of rum, one for her and the other for me. As I picked up the shotglass, taking a risk, I made a toast - "here's to pantyhose and fucking our brains out tonight". Bottoms up, and the shot was over as fast as it started. We continued talking, and again I noticed her hand rubbing up and down her thigh, through the wispy material. The sound of nylon brushing on those nails gave me an instant chub, and I tried to continue our conversation.
We continued this sort of talk for about ten more minutes. Finally, she stopped, slipped back into her shoes, got up, and said "I'm going to freshen up". I loved watching her gorgeous pantyhose-clad legs and that curvy leather skirt covered ass as she walked back to the ladies' room. I hoped that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I was in the back of the bar, picking up dirty ashtrays, and half empty drink glasses, looking around for her, and as I carried the nearly full bus-tub to the dishwahser room, I was pulled into a utility room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the distinctive, erotic, smell of her pussy-scented nylons. We were locked in each other's embrace and where taking full advantage of this. I kissed her deep and hard, sliding my hand down her back, across her butt, and down her silky-sheer leg. I slid my hand under her skirt and proceeded in rubbing her creamy nylonic thighs. I smiled when I felt the snipped-out pantyhose crotch.
As I did this she undid my jeans and slid her hand under the waist band of my skivies, she rubbed my dick in a most pleasing fashion. I moved my hand up and down her sensuous, nylon covered ass. Then I ran my fingers through her neatly trimmed pubic hair and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her pussy lips with my middle finger then slid my index finger into her. She began to move her hips up and down as she made noises similar to purring. She then stroked her pantyhose with her nails, making that wonderful hissing noise, and started to shudder. I loved to hear the sound of her nails those pantyhose. It was great! Her grip on my cock tightened as she was about to cum. As she came, her cunt juices flowed out in barrels covering my hand, and ozzing onto her sheerly encased thighs.
She started to stroke my cock and I couldn't wait to put it in her steamy cunt. I slipped my fingers out of her lovebox, she then slid down to her knees and placed her lips on my throbbing, rock-hard five inch cock. She slid her mouth over the head and started licking the shaft, in less than a minute, I started to cum. As I started shooting my hot cum into her mouth, she looked into my eyes with a piercing gaze that told me this woman was not only special, she was my soul-mate. She liked bikes, drinking, sex, pantyhose, rock & roll, and she swallowed!
After I came, and as she stood in front of me, I could hear her heavy breathing and I knew she was as stimulated as I was at this moment.
It was now bartime, and I needed to close up. She sat at the bar, as I kicked out the other customers, and cleared the till. We climbed onto my roadking, and headed to my apartment. The entire way home, she kissed the back of my neck, tweaked my nipples, and stroked my cock.
After getting into my place, I proceeded to lie her down on the sofa and asked her to lift her skirt. As she compliied, she asked me if I really liked her pantyhose. As I was fantasizing about the wildest fuck of my lifetime, I said I thought her pantyhose were the sexiest thing a woman could possibly ever wear. She told me to strip, and as she slipped out of her pantyhose, she told me to put them on. I told her I wasn't gay. She said that if I wanted to fuck, I better put on the 'hose. I stepped into the pantyhose, and immediatly realized that I found something great to wear in the bedroom. As she lay on the sofa stroking her pussy, I pulled the pantyhose all the way up, and slipped my cock out through the cut-out crotch. I kneeled down, and started eating her pussy. She arched back, and I thrust my cock into her like a horny tiger, trying to keep the herd alive.
As my dick pounded her cunt, she put her nylon covered legs over my shoulders. My hands found themselves fondling her beautiful, smooth, lovely tits. After a while longer she began to get more excited and started to thrust into my cock enabling maximum penetration. On one particularly deep thrust, I felt her vaginal walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began to climax her back arched into the air and she once again began to rub her nails over her sheer pantyhose, covering my ass and legs, make that hissing noise. Then her back dropped and she relaxed.
I had been effected by her emotional climax and started to cum myself. When she felt my cum shooting into het cunt, she pulled my hips deep into her, rubbing her hands over my ass cheeks, and thighs.
She aparently thought I was done, but I wasn't... I flipped her onto the floor, on all fours, and I fucked her like a madman, not only did I cum once, I came a total of three times that night while wearing her pantyhose.
We have dated exclusively ever since that night, and pantyhose have become a part of my sexual life. I would never dream of wearing pantyhose in public, or at any biker rally. But when we are alone in bed, I will gladly wear anything she wants me to...
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