Sexy in Stockings

Kelly tells us she feels sexy in stockings in this erotic story about her fetish! See what she has to offer as she describes her experience at a photoshoot.

If you told me years ago that I’d be writing to a magazine of any kind, I’d tell you I wasn’t interested. Then if you told me that I’d be writing about myself, I’d say that’s not like me. And, if you said that I’d be writing about sex, I’d say never. Never in a million years. Well, times have changed, and so have I. I have found myself and enough self-confidence to do what I said I would never do. So it goes like this… While I’m tall for my age, I’ve been blessed with nice, long legs. I like wearing short skirts that will allow me to teasingly extend my legs. I also love to wear stockings and all sorts of hot lingerie. Even more than stockings, I love the look and feel of the tight elastic on garter belts. My name is Kelly, and this little trait of mine led me to pose for the camera when I was just nineteen; it slowly became my libido’s drive.

Oddly enough, this little pastime turned into my profession. The feeling of the garters against my thighs, stretching the tops of my stockings up to them to fasten them securely on my legs – with their tricky snaps and rings just make me melt. All the subtle creases and shade gradations seem so much like the folds and colorations of pussy. To touch their softness and feel the folds is one step from climaxing. Covering up my feet and thighs with stockings or thigh-highs makes my exposed flesh feel quite bare by comparison! Just a short way up, my pussy is exposed and framed by the garter belt. My approach to photographic erotica has much to offer to the stocking lovers of the world. I understand the erotic feeling of sliding stockings over my legs and teasing my lover into submission. I try to capture the tactile qualities of the stockings I wear in my photos.

I like to think about a guy thrusting his big cock into my moist, sweet pussy as I rub my silky stockings over him! I like how the wrinkles show the garment’s delicate stitches because they remind me of genitals. I’ve had thousands of photos taken through the years, but I just had to share this image of my sexy, long legs in a new pair of stockings for my nylon-obsessed friends! I bought these stockings to pose in for a fetish website, but of course, I wasn’t able to resist wearing them after the shoot. I really like the back seams of stockings and love wrinkling up my feet and feeling how the nylon rubs against my soles. This pair feels so amazing. I probably will wear them all day and night. I hate to take them off.

When my agent calls and tells me I’m booked for a shoot, I never ask who the client is or who the photographer will be. The thrill of the unknown is so exciting. On my way to the photo studio, I took off my panties and smoothed out my stockings. I brought my antique lingerie as they asked, and of course, my black high heels. I thought about what the next eight hours would hold. Perhaps I’ll seduce the photographer and let him fuck me while I wear the client’s product? Perhaps I’ll fuck the client and let the photographer shoot us doing it? But this would have to happen after the shoot. While I’m on set, I’m the consummate professional. Whatever the photographer or client asks of me, I’ll do it. I’m getting paid to do it.

They are expecting good things from me, and I do not disappoint. As I pull into the parking lot and exit my car, I flash the valet guy, and his jaw drops. As I walk to the studio door, I slide my finger under his chin and look back to find him staring at me. A quick wink and I’m inside. After a long hour in the makeup chair, I’m finally ready. The client comes in and tells me he runs a successful long-distance trucking company and wants to shoot a calendar that will keep his drivers motivated. We go over the dozen or so poses, each seeming a bit more risqué than the last. The photographer then calls me on set, and I give the client a little kiss on the cheek on the way out.

We start with a white top that quickly comes off to reveal me topless with black stockings, and black high heels. I drop the coat on the chair and strike several poses while the strobes flash. After about an hour, my bra top comes off, and in another hour, my panties come off. I’m posing on the desk, on my back, on my knees, sitting, and standing. Any pose they want of me. I’m sure to keep my legs long, and toes pointed. Then the hard part comes. They want me to remove my stockings. Believe it or not – I hesitate. The client did not mention that in the makeup room. Without my stockings, I really feel naked. I feel exposed. My pussy, just as naked before my stockings came off, wants to be covered.

My cute little ass is just hanging out there. I pretend to be tired and take a fifteen-minute break to compose myself. Like a trooper, I go back on set, and we finish within the hour. I gave them everything they wanted. I’m in the dressing room packing my things when the photographer comes in. He tells me he sensed my uncomfortableness but couldn’t figure out why. I was just as exposed with the stockings on or off, wasn’t I? I told him it was not about my pussy, but rather my legs. He smiled knowingly, and we had a quiet laugh. He asked if I had put the stockings back on, and I showed him I had. But I had not put my panties back on. He points that out and gently brushes my pubes as he does. I look at him and smile, asking if he wants to meet with me in the back room.

It wasn’t long before I let him play with me because the shoots always got me hot. I look at him, take his hand, and place it on my mound. I’m hot for him but try not to be too obvious. He obliges by gently rubbing my clit, and I respond with soft moans. I pull my body closer to his hand and press it into me. He inserts his finger into my pussy, but I tell him no; I only want him to rub me. I feel it pull out, very wet and still probing. He begins to swirl his long finger harder around my clit, and I’m getting wetter and wetter. I pull his huge cock out of his jeans and slip it between my legs.

I squeeze it, preparing him for something he probably has never felt before. The feel of the nylon surprises him, but I reassure him it will feel so good on his cock. The fabric has a smooth roughness, which rubs him with just enough, so it feels good. We’re standing in the dressing room with his hand rubbing my wet clit and his cock between my long legs. I push gently against his balls and let them feel the fabric. I circle them with my toes before pushing one deeper between his legs. The heat rises as we rub each other until he breaks away and kneels down to lick me. I push him away and, still kneeling, go back to using his fingers. He slowly moves his face in and begins to lick me again. This time I let him, pulling his head deeper into my pussy so his tongue can reach every fold. He keeps at it, fingers, then tongue, then fingers, then tongue. My body shudders as I climax with one of my long legs wrapped around his neck and back, my stockings still perfect. I get myself together quickly, thank him and rush out the door as he shouts back – “What about me!!!” I laugh and can’t wait to masturbate again in the car.

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