Fetish Cop-1

I love pantyhose.

I love wearing pantyhose and I love having sex in pantyhose.

A boyfriend introduced me to joys of pantyhose about two years ago when he presented me with the best pantyhose there are: Wolford. Putting them on and wearing them is orgasmic. No other pantyhose in the world feel like Wolford. I had always worn pantyhose before getting my Wolfords, but it was because I had too. I work in an office where women are required to dress in business attire; and that meant pantyhose too. But getting my first pair of Wolfords changed all that… I started looking at Wolfords and all pantyhose as a new way to achieve sexual satisfaction.

Wearing pantyhose excites me just like rubbing my clit or having sex does.
I look forward to each morning when I can put on a fresh pair of silky, sheer pantyhose. I love pulling them slowly up my smooth shaved legs, my pussy tingling with excitement. I love adjusting them so that they fit snugly against my smooth shaved pussy. I love pulling them up around my waist so they hug my ass tightly… I love feeling my ass when it is covered by glistening, diaphanous nylon. I love putting my hand between my legs and feeling my pussy through the silky material.

Sometimes after I have put on a new style and color I will put on a pair of my sexiest high heeled pumps or strappy sandals and stand in front of my full length mirror and admire how beautiful my legs look encased in the sheer, shimmering nylon. I love the way my pussy looks when it is covered by shiny suntan colored nylon or a nearly nude style… I will turn around and admire my sculpted calves… made even more so as I stand atop four and half inch heels.

I love driving to work with my skirt hiked high and reaching down and massaging my pussy slowly through the nylon as I drive. I love stopping at the tollbooth and then reaching over to my purse on the passenger seat and taking my time to look for change as the toll collector gets an eyeful of my naked nylon clad cunt. I love wearing short skirts at the office and teasing the men with generous glimpses of my stocking clad legs. Someone once told me that the men in the office guess amongst each other what style and color of hose and what kind of high heels I will wear on any given day.

And I never wear panties with pantyhose any more. I wore panties at first under my pantyhose but I soon realized that wearing panties with pantyhose is like having sex with a guy who has a dishtowel wrapped around his cock. Part of the fun… part of the sexual excitement of wearing pantyhose is the fact that the tight, silky nylon is constantly rubbing against my pussy. Sometimes at work when I am alone in my office I will pull my skirt up and play with my nylon covered pussy. Many times I will hold a hand mirror in front of my nylon cunt and watch as I probe my wet cunt through the sheer crotch of my hose.

I can also get off by just crossing my legs and squeezing them tightly while wearing very tight pantyhose…. the nylon rubbing against my clit causes me to have intense orgasms. I’m wearing pantyhose now, Wolford Fatal, as I write this and I’m getting wet just thinking about how good the glossy nylon feels against my pussy. Every so often I stop typing and reach down and massage my clit through the sheer, filmy seamless nylon. For the first few months after getting my Wolfords I wore them everywhere… along with the other brands of pantyhose that I discovered. Donna Karan, Calvin Klein, and Givenchy to name a few. I became addicted to wearing very sexy styles of pantyhose. And whenever I was not at the office I deliberately chose outfits that showed off my legs sheathed in silkiest, sheerest, and sexiest pantyhose I could find.

I loved going out and wearing outfits that were daring… outfits that no other woman would dare to wear. I loved showing off my legs in silky shiny nylon. Most of the time that meant wearing skirts so short that might get me arrested in some small towns. And sexy tit baring tops… the tighter, the better. I liked my tops like I liked my stockings… sheer and sexy. I wore short little school girl plaid skirts.
I wore very short leather skirts. I wore tight lycra skirts. I even wore latex skirts. Latex is wonderful because after you have worn it for a while you begin to perspire… I love how my pantyhosed pussy and ass gets soaked with sweat when I wear a rubber skirt. Those of you who have worn rubber clothing know what I m talking about.

But most of all the skirts had to be short… most of them were no longer than 12 inches and barely hid my pussy. They were also short enough to expose a bit of my nylon ass… my ass cheeks always peeked out from under the skirt. 
And I always wore pantyhose under these skirts… mostly the very sheer and shiny styles…with no panties. Sometimes, when I was feeling extra daring, I even wore my specially modified pantyhose…the ones that I have cut out the crotch panel from. I usually wore those at night.

Here is what happened one day when I went out late in the afternoon to run some errands while wearing a short skirt and shiny, suntan pantyhose. I was wearing my Wolford Satin Touch sheer to the waist suntan pantyhose, with no panties of course. I had completely shaved my pussy the night before. I also wore a black 12-inch ballet skirt. It is a very short flimsy skirt that ballet dancers wear with their leotards and tights. It just wraps around your waist and is secured with a tie. I love wearing this because it s barely long enough to cover my pantyhose pussy… and from the back it exposes just a bit of my nylon-clad cheeks. I wore my favorite strappy black sandals with 5-inch stiletto heels.
I topped all that off with a tight white nearly sheer cotton and lycra crop top that hugged my titties. The top was very short, it stopped just below my tits. Depending on what light I was standing in my nipples could me seen beneath the nearly sheer material. I was ready to head out. I started by driving to the post office. The clerks there all know me and one of them is always very nice. But there is something about postal clerks.

They never seem to make any off-color comments or even acknowledge that I am dressed the way I am. But I enjoy the stares of the other customers. Then it was off to the gas station. I started off by filling my tank. After that I got the squeegee and cleaned my windows making sure that I bent over the hood and the trunk with my legs spread as the skirt rode up my ass… giving any guy who around a generous glimpse of my ass and pussy through the sheer suntan nylon as I reached to clean my windows… I made sure that I stood tippy-toe atop my stiletto-heeled sandals to make my legs look extra sexy. Sometimes a guy will even come up and ask me if I need help. They always seem to have a hard time looking me in the eye. Once I thought a guy was going to start jerking off right there at the gas pump as he stared at me in one of my outfits!

After leaving the gas station I headed towards a small shopping center near my home. As I rounded the corner I noticed a motorcycle cop sitting on his motorcycle with his helmet off right near the intersection. He appeared to be watching traffic. I drove around the corner slowly and as I did I noticed that this cop had the looks of a surfer. He couldn’t have been more than 22 or 23. He was blond and looked like he was at least 6 feet tall and his muscled upper torso fit very nicely in his tapered white uniform shirt. His face and arms were beautifully tanned. His biceps were spectacular. He looked like a body builder. I was intrigued. Even though I dress very sexy… I rarely ever approach men. I don’t have to! I let them come to me. 
But I knew if I ever wanted to meet this guy I was going to have to make the first move. 
So I wheeled into the parking lot and headed straight for his bike. I pulled up slowly beside him and took off my sunglasses and smiled at him. I started off by asking where the library was. He got off his bike and approached me and as he did he leaned in the window.

I had pulled my ballet skirt as high as it would go and my legs were spread. My right leg was off the gas and perched it atop the little hump where the floor shift was. 

My moist pussy was completely exposed… covered only by sheer nylon. He started giving me directions as he occasionally glimpsed at my crotch, looking as though he sees something like me everyday of the week. I looked straight into his blue eyes. He was even more gorgeous up close. He gave me directions to the library but I wasn’t even listening. Then he finished. And then he said: That is a cute outfit you have on. How come I have never seen you around here before? I don’t know, I replied, I am at this shopping center at least twice a week. Then he said: I noticed that when you turned the corner that your license plate was missing a screw. You mean I have a screw loose, I said jokingly. No really… come see for yourself, as he backed away from the door. I swung the door open and as I did I put my left leg on the pavement making sure that I took my time before I swung my right leg out… giving him plenty of time to catch a glimpse of my silky smooth legs and pussy.