Cervin Nylons and a Double Nut
Cervin nylons, a luxurious material that molds to the skin like a second layer, stretching taut across her toes as she pressed them together. The thin fabric whispered against the floor, creating a sultry soundtrack to the intimate scene unfolding. Her new french pedicure gleamed in the soft light, a perfect complement to the sheer nylons that clung to her slender legs.
She took pride in her appearance, savoring the anticipation of the reactions she knew her outfit would elicit. With every step, she felt the silky fabric brush against her sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine. It was a bit of a gamble, dressing this way for a first date, but she had a hunch he would appreciate the effort.
As she walked towards him, she could feel his gaze trailing up her body, lingering on her legs. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her outfit, and she could tell he liked what he saw. She offered him a demure smile, feeling a rush of excitement as he stood to greet her.
Their chemistry was palpable as they took their seats, his fingers brushing against her knee under the table. She leaned in, their faces close, and whispered softly into his ear. "Would you like to see something really naughty?"
His response was a low groan, his body visibly reacting to her words. She slowly slid her chair back, revealing the view of her legs beneath the table. His eyes traced the line of her stockings up to the hem of her skirt, and she could feel his anticipation building.
She knew just how to work him up, teasing him with glimpses of her bare skin between the thin strands of nylon. Each time she shifted in her seat, his gaze followed her every movement. By the time she reached under the table, his breath was coming fast.
She took his cock in her hand, stroking him through his pants. His hips bucked in response, but she held him steady, keeping him on the edge. With a wicked grin, she slipped her foot up his leg, pressing her toes against his thigh.
"Oh fuck," he moaned, his head falling back onto the chair. She drew circles around his cock, teasing him with the smallest possible contact. His breath hitched as she slowly lowered her heel down the length of his shaft, feeling the heat emanating from his skin.
Finally, she wrapped her fingers around him, guiding him to the thin fabric of her nylons. He pushed against her hand, desperate for release. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered in his ear once more.
"Do you want to see me give you a double nut?"
His response was a feral growl, and she knew he was sold. She began to slide her nylon-clad foot up and down his shaft, feeling the friction building with each pass. He groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping the table.
As she increased the speed and pressure, she could feel him getting closer. His cock throbbed beneath her touch, and she knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. When she finally felt the first surge of his release, she squeezed his cock tightly, milking him for all he was worth.
With a loud moan, he erupted, his seed spurting between her legs. She continued to stroke him, drawing out every last drop of his pleasure. When he finally came down from his high, she leaned back in her chair, feeling satisfied and turned on herself.
"Wow," he breathed, his eyes still fixed on the damp spot on her nylons. "You're a fucking goddess."
She smiled, feeling the warmth spread through her body. "Why don't we go somewhere more private and you can worship at my feet some more?"
He stood up instantly, taking her hand and leading her towards the door. As they left the room, she felt the weight of his gaze trailing down her body once more. She couldn't wait to see what he would do next.
After all, the fun was just beginning.
