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She must have not been wearing a slip because her white garter straps and dark stocking tops, as well as her panty lines showed through. I fell forward and ended up with my face between her legs, driving up her dress hem way beyond her dark stocking tops. Lynn had her hands clasped in front of her dress, as if to hide the white garter straps and stocking tops. I got a series of shots from a low angle, revealing the full length of her nylon covered legs, black stocking tops, garter straps, and sheer black panties. Now I had a clear shot up her legs sheathed in ultra-sheer dark nylons with her stocking-covered feet in the foreground; the reinforced heels and toes came out clearly.
Masu hopped off the table for a moment and poured a little more massage oil on the entire back of both legs, all the way to my feet. If only Masu had his eyesight, he would see my bared chest with two firm breasts, and my sheer panties showing my cunt, as well as my garter belt and dark nylon stockings. Now he switched to Swedish style again, pouring more massage oil on my stockings, then smoothly stroking my legs through the oil-covered sheer nylon material. Pouring a little more massage oil on my panties, he began to slowly slide his prick along my cunt through the sheer nylon material--up and down, up and down, pressing down more and more.
Hye-jin was a recent walk-in who was curious about nuru massage, something recommended by one her friends in Japan. She was a vision of beauty, a knock-out Korean woman adorned only in flimsy lingerie and dark RHT stockings—waiting to be caressed and stroked, lubricated by special nuru oil—today scented with yuzu, a popular citrus in Japan. I now viewed her beautiful front half with flowing black hair draped over her shoulders, perfectly shaped breasts, slim waist, and long slender legs adorned with dark nylon stockings. With her cunt generously lubed by nuru oil and her own juices, my stiffened dick slid into Hye-jin.
We decided to call it a day, and I drove her straight home -- but not without my enjoying the final views of her wet nylons glistening in the sun that had emerged from the passing rain clouds. A week later, when I went to show Mimi prints from the shoot, she greeted me at the door wearing a light, floral print dress. Finally, the time came to say goodbye, but fond memories of the stocking encounter with Mimi have remained clear for over fifty years—especially because the color slides and black and white pictures from that wonderful day in the park were archived for posterity.
Nikko, a couple of hours from Tokyo, seemed like a good prospect with lots of ryokan (traditional inns) with their own onsenburo--especially on a weekday when fewer people are traveling. What really caught my attention was that she was nicely dressed in a simple white skirt and blouse, coffee-toned hose, and 2" heels--like she was going to work in a big company in Tokyo. Erika had removed her ryokan slippers upon entering and was walking in her stocking feet. I replied, "I don't know about other men, but I can tell you that I can't get enough of seeing beautiful women wearing nice nylons all the time--even into bed or getting soaked."
Before I even heard about “flashing” stockings in public, I was already enjoying the special feeling of wearing sexy garter belts and high quality nylons. As a result, every time I lifted my arms to reach up, the hem rose up my thighs, exposing a broad expanse of nylons, as well as garter straps, and occasionally, my sheer panties. I imagined that Randy would be posing me with my arms raised, so I made sure to wear my favorite black garter belt and super-sheer panties. Getting into his tiny Bug, I made sure Randy got a good view of my stocking-covered legs. I knew he was shooting a lot of upskirt pictures because my dress constantly rose up way beyond my thighs, totally exposing everything including my sheer, pussy-moistened panties.
Masa reached over to a nearby shelf and picked up a liter-size bottle of what looked like massage oil. As I laid face down on the plastic mattress, Masa poured half of the bottle over my entire back, bottom, and legs, then began rubbing the oil all over. “Now, Hye-Min, comes the best part.” Masa stripped off his scanty gym shorts and tank top and laid his body on my backside. Masa then moved down my body and began stroking my long stockinged legs, from the garter straps, over the metal clips, across the stocking tops, and all the way down to the reinforced feet of my stockings. Masa laid down on me and rubbed his body all over mine—his engorged dick sliding up and down my awakened pussy.
Masu hopped off the table for a moment and poured a little more massage oil on the entire back of both legs, all the way to my feet. If only Masu had his eyesight, he would see my bared chest with two healthy breasts, and my sheer panties showing my dark cunt fuzz, as well as my garter belt and dark nylon stockings. Now he switched to Swedish style again, pouring more massage oil on my stockings, then smoothly stroking my legs through the oil-covered sheer nylon material. Pouring a little more massage oil on my panties, he began to slowly slide his prick along my cunt through the sheer nylon material--up and down, up and down, pressing down more and more.
On first dates, it was pretty common for guys to start stroking my thighs seeking my garter straps and stocking tops, feeling my nylon-covered legs, and inching their hands up to my sheer panties--but heavy petting was as far as I allowed because I was going to "save" myself for my husband. As usual, I had gone to work wearing a dark business suit--but underneath i had on a royal blue garter belt, sheer baby blue panties, and vary blue RHTs. All day, I could feel my nylon-covered legs brushing against each other. My backside was facing out now, so I wondered what others looking at the waterfall could see now--a semi-naked woman with soaked slip dress, garter belt, sheer panties, and dark tan stockings?
But the sexy feel of wearing garter belts and stockings aroused me so much that I had to be careful to not soak my nearly transparent panties. I slipped out of my sling back shoes and took off my sweater dress, leaving me in my lacy bra, matching garter belt, and dark stockings. Under a loose-fitting, comfortable sundress, I wore my sexiest lingerie—matching sheer baby blue bra, lacy garter belt, and hi-cut panties complemented by the sheerest Hanes RHT stockings in my favorite color, Barely There. I never bothered with slips, so at times, my garter belt straps and stocking tops showed through any light-colored dress or skirt I might be wearing.
I just love the feeling of traditional nylon stockings that I wear them all the time--in bed, outdoors, traveling, even while bathing. I replied, "I don't know about other men, but I can tell you that I can't get enough of seeing beautiful women wearing nice nylons all the time--even into bed or getting soaked." Now that Erika seemed comfortable talking about her love of garters and nylon stockings—not to mention how she enjoys wearing them all the time, even while bathing—I ventured to suggest that we share our own experiences. On the streets, women wear hose regularly, but usually low-quality pantyhose with minimal color and almost opaque—nowhere as fine quality products such as Hanes, Dior, Belle Sharmeer, and Schiaperelli 15 denier RHT stockings.