My first nylon footjob [M18,F18] [MF] [Fetish]

Today I’ll be taking a trip down memory lane. Back to late 2004 or early 2005. I definitely remember it being the winter just prior to me finishing school. It’s a story that for me has a tinge of sadness; it’s about a girl called Jenna. She was I suppose what one might call a childhood sweetheart. We were never in a formal relationship, but we might as well have been. We held hands, kissed in public and both of us had a lot of first experiences with one another. For all intents and purposes we were boyfriend and girlfriend. It’s a bit of a cliché, but after we finished school she moved away to university, I moved away to university and we drifted apart.

You see the thing about Jenna was that she was by far the prettiest girl at her school. By a long stretch. Every guy fancied her. 5’4”, naturally blonde hair, big brown eyes, flawless milky white skin, 32D tits, a super slim waistline and she was a dancer. I don’t know why, but she would never actually commit to me.

Anyway, we had this – in retrospect – absolutely appalling habit of having sex in one of the living rooms in her parents’ house. Her bedroom was out of bounds to me (although I did once or twice get the opportunity to fuck her in that superbly feminine room). What we’d do was wait for her parents to go to bed at around 10pm, and we’d have really soft and gentle sex on this L-shaped sofa, usually with me either spooning her from behind or missionary. This had gone on for a long, long time. We’d have sex like this maybe 3 or 4 times a week, and I’d then drive home at maybe 11:30pm like a bat out of hell (as of course no 18-year-old has any sense of their own mortality), go to bed and get up at 7am to go to school. Sometimes she’d give me a blowjob or sometimes a handjob, but it was always great.

My favourite times hanging out with her were when we’d go for coffee or ice cream straight after school. Firstly, I absolutely loved picking her up from school as I knew I was the envy of every guy there (we didn’t go to the same school), but more so because the uniform included tights. Black, opaque and the centre of my world at that time. We’d sit beside each other and I’d caress her legs, right up near the hem of her very short skirt. I didn’t think she ever suspected I had ulterior motives during those times, but I very much did.

From an early age I’ve had a fetish for tights and stockings. I have no idea where it came from, but I just love the feeling, the look, the smell. I find them so unbelievably hot. The only downside to dating Jenna was that she absolutely never wore tights outside school. Never. She was a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl. Always sexy, but never wearing exactly what I wanted.

That all changed on the night in question. I was picking Jenna up to go to one of her friends’ birthday parties. It was just dinner and drinks at a local restaurant, but we weren’t staying for drinks as Jenna was going to a dance competition very early the next morning. So, it’s Friday night, I pull up outside her house and she comes out of the front door and my world entered slow motion. I had never, and still to this day, have never seen a hotter sight. I have cum many, many times over the years thinking about this look. She had curled her hair slightly, so it dropped down straight but had curls at the end, black mascara, a black Hooters t shirt (don’t laugh, Hooters was exotic by UK standards), matched with a grey puffy skirt (extremely short, like, extremely extremely short) and black rocket dog trainers. But holy fuck, she was wearing low denier – maybe 15-20 denier – tights covered in little hearts all over. She got in the car, leaned in for a kiss and I told her she looked great. As we drove I told her I liked her tights and asked her if they were new. She said, “yeah, my mum bought them for me a while ago, but I never feel like wearing them.” I replied, “well I think they’re really hot.” She laughed.

At dinner I was focussed on one thing only. At this point, all I wanted to do was fuck a girl in tights. I wanted a footjob. I wanted to have no holds barred access to them. At 18 I didn’t have the confidence I have now, especially with fetishes. I now know most women don’t care, but a. this was 2005, which although not long ago was a much more conservative time where I come from, and b. young women often do care more about these things than older women, perhaps through naivety and fear of being different.

Under the table at the restaurant I rubbed Jenna’s legs, occasionally brushing across her pussy. I knew she was getting worked up, and after dinner she practically pounced on me in the car. She was probably tipsy, she’d had a couple of glasses of wine at dinner. We kissed while I fingered her to orgasm, my hand stretching her tights and satin panties out of my way. I was in heaven, but I had other plans for my own release.

Back at her house, we went in for the usual drill. Her parents had already gone to bed by this stage, so we went into “our” tiny living room with the L-shaped sofa, put on the TV for background noise, and she asked me whether she should go and get changed into her pyjamas. This was the make or break moment. I replied, “I think you look absolutely amazing tonight. I love these tights. Keep them on?” She just smiled at me and shook her head. She clearly must have known I was a bit “creepy” for them, but didn’t say anything. We lay on the sofa, and she rubbed my cock through my trousers. After a while I pulled them down, rolled her over onto her side so I was spooning her from behind and rubbed my cock up and down her nylon ass.

This was my first ever feeling of my cock rubbing nylon worn by a girl. She was slightly gyrating herself back onto my cock and I was in absolute heaven. That heavenly soft but slightly coarse material was fucking unbelievable. I continued to stroke my cock up and down her ass before moving Jenna onto her back and I started rubbing my cock up and down her tights-covered pussy. I was loving this and she was finding it hot too, softly moaning as I stroked my dick on her pussy through the tights and her panties underneath. After a bit I pulled her tights down slightly and pushed my cock inside her tight, shaven pussy. I fucked her gently, while my hands wandered to her nylon feet.

To this day she has the cutest feet of any girl I’ve ever known. They were tiny, only a UK size 3, and they were quite slim. She had lovely toes, and I was rubbing my hands all over her feet, something she was clearly enjoying. I was particularly enjoying caressing my fingers across her high dancer arches, with there being a little bit of loose material on the tights in there. After fucking for a while, I could feel my orgasm wasn’t too far away, so I pulled my cock out and I placed it against one of her feet. I started gently rubbing my cock up and down her foot, something Jenna clearly found slightly amusing or ticklish. My cock was almost the same length as her foot side by side, so it was a great look with the little hearts on her black tights, with my long, hard, and wet cock rubbing on her sole.

After some time I pushed her other foot down and put both her feet into the typical footjob position I’d seen in porn pictures many times. She wrapped her feet around my cock and I silently taught her how to give a footjob. No words passed between us, but there was this ethereal moment where we both knew what I wanted and we both were on the same page. I could see my foreskin sliding up and down while her pink painted toes showed slightly through the nylon in the dimly lit room. To this day I have never forgotten the sensation of those tights on my cock. Each little heart was a slight “bump” on the surface of them, so it had an extra feeling on each stroke. I wasn’t sure what Jenna was making of this – she was fairly vanilla, although I’d introduced her to a lot of sexually adventurous things – but she just lay back and smiled at me.

My orgasm was building and my balls were tight. I pushed her two feet together in front of my cock and started stroking myself. As I did this she rubbed her toes on my balls, which was mesmerizingly sexy. I pulled back slightly and stopped stroking, as I felt my cum travel from my balls to the base of my cock. I stroked in line with my orgasm in perfect synchronisation, and shot stream after stream of cum. The first shot went right over Jenna’s legs and landed on her chin, but each subsequent shot of cum landed on her legs or feet. I was quivering my orgasm was so powerful. This was something I had fantasised about since my sexual awakening, and I’d experienced it with the hottest girl I knew. I sat back and watched as my cum started to soak into the tights and cling to her legs beneath.

Within a couple of minutes I was left with a slight fear. What if she told people? What if word got out that I was some weirdo into girl’s clothes? Thankfully that never happened, and Jenna laughed a little and said, “I’ve always known you liked tights, but not that much!” I laughed and said, “yeah, I’ve had that fantasy for a long time.” Jenna replied, “I can see that!” We laughed before I said my goodbyes, had a cuddle and headed for home.

In the car on the way home my cock was rock hard. I stopped my car and masturbated thinking about what had just happened. I could still imagine the feeling of her feet on my cock as I shot another load onto a field by the side of the road. I went home and masturbated again in bed thinking about this experience.

Jenna gave me another few footjobs over the coming months, on one particularly risqué occasion right after school in my car, and she became quite proficient at them. Not all good things come to an end, but unfortunately this did. In some ways, I wish I could go back to that time – it was so simple, so carefree. I knew at the time that Jenna flirted with other guys, I knew she kissed guys in clubs, I knew she probably had fucked other guys, but I didn’t really care, because at the end of the day it was me fucking her on that L-shaped sofa.

I haven’t seen Jenna for probably a good 8 years now. What I do have are a pair of her tights. Marks & Spencer 60 denier black, small, well worn. I was helping her clear out her clothes before university and she got me to take a bag of clothes to the charity shop. Inside were these. I couldn’t help myself. They still smell like her, and I must admit I still occasionally rub my cock on them and remember days gone by.

If you enjoyed this story, feel free to check out my other stories. This one is a bit different to my others, but hopefully you’ve enjoyed it. I enjoy getting feedback and reading comments, so let me know what you think.

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