Fetish Cop-2

I walked back towards my car and got in and wrote down my address on the back of a business card. He took it and as he turned and walked away he turned back and asked, any chance I will be able to get into your pantyhose tonight? Come here for a second Brad, I ordered. He walked back and stuck his head in the car… his face inches from mine. As he did I reached over and pulled his head closer to mine and with my mouth touching his ear I whispered at the same time, blowing hot breath into his ear, as I spoke: Brad… you will definitely get into my pantyhose tonight! That is a promise. And Brad… don’t be late! He smiled and as he did he reached in the car and slid his hand down and caressed my warm wet pussy through the damp nylon and then turned and walked back towards his bike.

I raced home and got everything ready for my cop. Candles, drinks, fresh linens on the bed. I showered and put the same pantyhose back on I’d worn earlier…
I wanted to give Officer Brad a little treat… I wanted to introduce him to the joys of pantyhose sex… but not fresh pantyhose. Pantyhose that I had worn all day and I had gotten wet after meeting him! The crotch of my hose was still slightly damp with my cunt juices and sweat! My pussy was dripping wet and I almost had an orgasm as I drove home thinking about this guy. After putting on my pantyhose I put on my high-heeled sandals again. I sat down and applied a moisturizer all over my upper torso… my tits and tummy and arms… I sat and looked at myself in the mirror… slowly massaging the cream over my full ripe tits… let those other women get their implants I thought… I’m all natural and proud of it. I then ran my hand down my legs… caressing the shimmery, sheer nylon on my smooth legs as I went… back up towards my crotch… I poked my forefinger through the silky material and probed my wet pussy… and then moving up towards my nylon covered clit… massaging slowly in lazy circles with two fingers… the filminess of the nylon heightening the excitement… the doorbell! He was here!