Ensnared by Nylons (closed for 36b7)

[Nylonian]

The cacophony of slot machines and clinking glasses hit Victor like a wave as he stepped out of the taxi in front of the Wynn Las Vegas, his suitcase thumping against his leg. He'd been dragged here by Mike and the guys for what they called the "party of a lifetime," but all Victor felt was a gnawing discomfort, the city's neon glare piercing through his introverted haze. The desert heat still lingered in the evening air, mixing with the acrid scent of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, as he trudged into the opulent lobby. Marble floors gleamed under crystal chandeliers, and everywhere he looked, women in revealing dresses and elaborate outfits. His heart raced, a secret thrill stirring deep within, but it was overshadowed by the overwhelming chaos, the laughter and shouts of revelers making him yearn for the quiet of his bookshelf-lined apartment back home.


Mike, ever the rowdy life of the party, clapped a hand on Victor's shoulder as they checked into the hotel, his boisterous voice cutting through the din. "Come on, man, loosen up! This is Vegas! Time to ditch the books and live a little!" Victor forced a smile, mumbling about how he'd rather be hiking in the mountains, away from the flashing lights and the press of bodies. But Mike wouldn't let up, ushering him toward the casino floor with a grin, insisting this bachelor party would pull him out of his shell. As they wandered deeper into the maze of blackjack tables and roulette wheels, Victor's eyes kept drifting to the waitresses in their elegant black dresses; petite umbrellas that showed a lot of leg. A demure, brunette figure in particular caught his attention. She moved with a confident sway, her legs glistened softly under the spotlights, the sheer fabric of her nylons accentuating every curve. He felt a flush of heat, his body responding in ways he couldn't control, the subtle sheen on her thighs stirring memories of fantasies he'd long suppressed. Nylon pantyhose, that old chestnut... Yet, amid the sensory overload, a pang of isolation and frustration gripped him.


The waitress, Deidre, balanced a tray of drinks with effortless grace, her sharp eyes scanning the room for tipsy high-rollers. She noticed Victor's lingering stare burning a hole through her calves, a flicker of amusement crossing her features as she approached their table, her hips shifting in a way that made the nylon whisper against her skin. "What can I get for you gentlemen?" she asked, her voice a smooth velvet that sent a jolt through Victor's core. He stammered an order, his face warming as he stole glances at the way the fabric clung to her, outlining the soft swell of her calves and the subtle play of muscles beneath.

 

[36b7]

We don’t wear watches when we’re working. It’s casino policy. The idea is the casino floor should seem timeless to the punters in the hope that they’ll lose track of time and their money. In any case it doesn’t matter to me or the other girls, we’re on shift and can check the time when we’re collecting drink orders from the service bar. We’re also all pretty good at checking out the punters, their clothes, their shoes, personal jewellery, those who look like they’ve got money burning a hole in their pocket and for me, most of all their watches. To me, watches say a lot about a man. Of course many now wear digital like Apple or other smart watches but some still hang on to their old analogue watches and an Omega with a leather strap says class to me, discreet class, old money class, not showy like a Patek Philippe or something with the sun, moon and stars on the dial, and I’d noticed one guy amongst a crowd of rowdies who was wearing one. They were all having a good time except for him and he looked as if he wished he were someplace else, anywhere except here.

"What can I get for you gentlemen?"

There was the usual clamour of orders, beers with chasers, that kind of thing and then quietly, from the guy wearing the Omega,
“I’ll have an old fashioned please.”

Perfect, just perfect and I smiled at him.
“Sure thing.”

As I walked back to the service bar to get their drinks I smiled to myself. Most of the men who come to Vegas check us out in a predictable way, rack first, then ass and then perhaps our faces but the guy who’d ordered the old fashioned didn’t do that. He was checking out my legs.

 

[Nylonian]

My gaze lingered on the waitress's legs as she straightened her elegant black cocktail dress up, the soft nylon of her pantyhose catching the casino lights and highlighting the elegant curve of her thighs, making it impossible for me to tear my eyes away.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I felt a stirring below, a familiar heat building in my groin that I desperately tried to suppress. "Another round of Old Fashioneds please," I blurted out as if the words had escaped without permission; anything to extend this moment, to stay rooted in the magnetic pull of her presence. Mike shot me a cheeky, knowing grin, elbowing me in his snarky way, but I barely registered it.

My mind flooded with images of ghostly fingers tracing the soft, sheer fabric upward, imagining the warmth of her skin beneath, the subtle friction against my fingertips. I clenched my fists under the table, willing the flush of my blushing cheeks to subside, yet the more I resisted, the more my fixation deepened, drawing me deeper into a vortex of forbidden desire that made my heart pound wildly. Betrayed by my Achilles' heel, I tried to refocus on my conversation with Mike.

 

[36b7]

Do you ever get that feeling that someone is watching you? I had that feeling tonight as I glanced around my sector and sure enough, one guy had his eyes fixed on me but he wasn’t trying to make eye contact, his sight line was lower.
He was watching my legs.
Well each to their own I guess and to be fair, I do have really good legs and with the sheer nylons and four-inch heels I was wearing, not to mention the short uniform skirt, my legs must have looked like they went on forever.
I waited a couple more tables and then checked back at the rowdies where the man who was watching me was sitting, the man with the Omega.
“Gentlemen, another round?” I asked, glancing round the group, making eye contact with them and I made a point of standing right next to the guy who was watching me.

The furniture is made for relaxing, leather upholstered armchairs that are cut low so that the guests have to look up at anyone talking to them and this works well if for example security has to speak to anyone who’s getting out of order as it gives them an immediate height advantage but it can also give an air of intimacy which makes it easier for us to urge the guests to spend more money which after all is what the casino is doing.
But right now, standing next to Omega man, it meant that his head was level with my mid-thigh and he would be able to smell the perfume I always spray there before coming on duty.

“So gentlemen?”
I took their order and was about to turn away when Omega man spoke.

“Another round of Old Fashioneds please," he blurted out.

“There you go Victor, getting into the swing of things hey?” one of the group added and then to me:
“Get him a double order, he’s just coming out of his shell.”

I smiled and nodded to the guy and then looked down at Omega man, smiling at him before heading off to the service bar to fill their order.
Well at least I know his name now.

 

[Nylonian]

When my seductress returned with our order, I swallowed hard, my gaze dropping again to the way her pantyhose hugged her calves, the material accentuating the defined muscles and soft swells, stirring memories of private fantasies where I explored such textures with eager hands long ago. As she left, the aroma of her fragrance lingered for a moment. Soft jasmine with hints of vanilla. Her imprint on my mind started flipping through my secret pages of sensual nostalgia.

Checking my Speedmaster for time, I contemplated actually giving Blackjack a spin to see if I can double my 50. A small tip to the casino if I don't get it back I suppose. Must be the double order doing the plying. I made my way to the tables and settled for a gentleman dealer by the name of Randall.

Lady Luck on my side, I cashed out with a crisp hundred dollar note and a cheeky grin. I still hated the place and its false pretenses but at least I'm up. I decided to stretch my legs.

As the noise of the casino faded into a distant hum, I passed Mike as he made his way to the Blackjack tables and I continued to nurse my drink at a more quiet lounge in the casino.

"As they say in Italy, in bocca al lupo, Mike."

I found a comfortable leather sofa to sink into and casually gazed into the vortex of my Old Fashioned...

 

[36b7]

I collected an order at the service bar and checked the time. I’d be off in thirty minutes which was good. I liked the early evening shifts, finishing at ten but even so, four hours on my feet, smiling at the punters, putting up with their cheap remarks and even an attempted grope was more than enough and by the time I’d finished I was ready for something to eat and then bed. It was hard work but the pay was pretty good so all in all I was content. And who knew, perhaps some billionaire would whisk me away to some Caribbean Island and I’d live in luxury for the rest of my life.
Fat chance.

I also knew that some of the other wait staff supplemented their income by turning tricks with the customers and at $500 a pop they could earn a lot of money but I wasn’t into that. That wasn’t to say I hadn’t dated a customer from time to time. If the guy was polite, well-groomed and I liked him then I might accept an invitation to dinner if I had a free evening and on very rare occasions, I’d even spent the night with one or two if I really liked them but never in the casino’s hotel. That was strictly against the rules and would result in instant dismissal.

I checked the rowdies table, took the order and noticed that Victor’s chair was empty.
“Your friend gone to bed or will he want another drink?”

There was general laughter at this then one of them said “Oh Vic? I think he went to play Blackjack.”
He gestured in the direction of the tables and then carried on chatting with his friends so I walked across the floor to the tables and couldn’t see him at first but then spotted him in one of the quiet lounges. He was facing away from me so didn’t notice me as I stood just by his shoulder, just out of his peripheral vision.

“So Victor, taking a little break from your friends?”

 

[Nylonian]

She took me by surprise and I was doubly surprised that she remembered my name out of the thirty-ish patrons there would have been that night at the Blackjack tables alone. I didn't mind her attention as she was easy on the eyes but was curious as to why she was so drawn to me. I didn't want to default to ulterior motives so I brushed that thought aside.

"Yeah, plus I wanted to quit while I was ahead you know? Didn't want to be that 'sucker born every minute'. Sorry about Mike, earlier. It's his bachelor party and he's determined to make the most of it."

I thought it was a cheeky enough reply as I sipped on the last legs of my drink and handed my dear waitress a Ten for being so accommodating to my friends and I and patted on the empty seat next to mine. I thought it a good opportunity to get to know her. Nylons and surface level stuff aside, she seemed kind and has great attention to detail. Something I naturally found very endearing in people. Plus I thought it necessary to make up for the brashness of Mike and my friends. Tapping my fingers, I wondered how Mike was doing at Blackjack as I formed my invitation.

"You know my name but I still don't know yours. Hope your night hasn't been too stressful and rowdy. Happy to chat if you're not too busy. If you are, I understand too."

 

[36b7]

Working here in the casino I’ve gotten to know a lot about people and their characters by the way they behave and Victor’s type is my preference. He seems quiet and thoughtful but then that can hide a lot. On the other hand his friend Mike, well I feel sorry for his bride to be. He’ll never change, always out for a beer with his friends or it’ll be golf or fishing, whatever, his priorities will come first and his wife will carry the load of looking after the house and their children.
And he’ll screw around while he’s away with his pals, justifying spending $500 for a quick fuck with a whore by saying his wife has gone cold on him whereas his wife, after putting up with his behaviour for ten or fifteen years will have a discrete affair and one day she’ll leave him, taking the children with her, and he’ll never understand why.

"You know my name but I still don't know yours. Hope your night hasn't been too stressful and rowdy.”

“Huh? Oh I’m sorry.” Victor’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts and back to the present.
“Mm it’s Deidre but everybody calls me Dee and that works for me,” I said, tucking his Ten into my pocket and smiling at him as he patted the seat beside him.
“Look, I’m still on duty until,” I took his wrist so I could check the time on his Omega, “until ten o’clock but if you’d like to buy me a drink after that, there’s a bar a couple of blocks from here. It doesn’t look like a bar but it’s where we workers meet up when we get off shift. There’s a small sign ‘HC’. I'll be there at ten thirty and try not to look like a punter when you walk in ok?”

 

[Nylonian]

I flinched a little and stirred when Dee grabbed my arm. The sudden contact had me flustered as I was taken aback by her direct approach. However, I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't a little intrigued. Her assertiveness was definitely a turn-on.

"Okay. I think I can manage that. And yes, the first round is on me once you clock off."
She gave me a subtle wink, nodded and walked away with her tray. It's on.

Deidre. "Hmm, that's a classy name," I thought to myself. Almost too classy for a cocktail waitress. I guess that's why she goes by Dee. You could even abbreviate it to one letter.

I wondered about her name and if she had family from Ireland or were migrants from Ireland. I've always had an affinity for catchy names and hers really sang to me.

The offer to buy her a drink and to get to know her better was too good to pass. Plus, it'd be better spent there than donating back to the casino at the Blackjack tables again. Mike's probably gone to the ATM twice by now and blew through the majority of it... He really doesn't know when to quit.

I ordered an overpriced burger and a side of fries to kill time while I waited for Dee to finish her shift. Once the Speedy said 9:50, I settled up my tab and hoped the damage wasn't too silly; casinos don't have to rely on gambling to get you.

Reaching the front entrance of the casino, I tried to recall her directions to get to this supposed dig called 'HC'. Maps gave me a good idea of the general direction so I managed to reach the vincinity. I spied the sign down one of the sidestreets and calmly approached the tall figure guarding the entrance.

 

[36b7]

10pm and that’s my shift done and to top it all, a day off tomorrow. First I called the bar to let Max our resident heavy on the door know that if a guy called Victor was looking for me it was ok to let him in then I grabbed my towel and wash bag from my locker and headed for the showers. We’re looked after well here, single sex changing and shower rooms and I let the hot water cascade over my breasts and belly, letting it wash the tiredness from my body.

I was intrigued by Victor. As well as finding him attractive I liked that he was ok being on his own away from his friends and that spoke of an inner calm and strength and I wondered if he’d been an only child.

With my hair dried I stepped into my dress, pulled up some fresh stockings and finished off with some red lipstick and a spray of my perfume. I prefer holdups to panty hose, much cooler in the desert heat and I checked myself in the mirror. Pretty good I figured. I don’t like a lot of makeup preferring to let whoever is looking see the real me.

The bar was almost full and I looked around but couldn’t spot Victor immediately but then saw him sitting in a corner booth and I smiled to myself. Just the same as in the casino, he preferred the quiet away from the noisy chatter at the bar and that suited me well. It meant that I could concentrate on him. A couple of friends caught my eye as I walked across to where he was sitting and I smiled and nodded at them but I knew they’d leave me alone. Of course some like to wind down with chatter and laughter but I find that after a four hour shift I’ve had enough of people, crowds and noise and I’m happy sitting on my own. But tonight I didn’t think Victor would be too demanding in that way. We seemed to have the same preference for some quiet time and I figured we’d share that empathy.

I sat next to him and looked him, trying to gauge his mood and reaction to having me there in the booth with him.
“I see you found the place ok and no problem with Max?”

 

[Nylonian]

I didn't think she'd sit directly next to me as there were seats opposite as well. I tried to steel myself and contain my arousal as her jasmine fragrance mixed with the soft aroma of her shampoo and lingered in the air; overpowering the booze and smoke.

"No, Max was very accommodating when I mentioned you actually. He said that any friend of Dee, is a friend of mine. So clearly, you're very popular here."

I tried making small talk with her and the conversation flowed, to my surprise, quite effortlessly once the initial awkwardness wore off and we both had a drink in hand. Deidre opted for a Manhattan while I switched it up and decided to try a Rob Roy. Same, same but different. My third drink of the night and it was definitely having an effect. Conversation mainly revolved around Mike and his brashness and having the cliché Vegas bachelor party. We agreed we probably wouldn't do the same. As someone with no siblings, I told Dee I kinda felt like Mike's older brother/babysitter sometimes and changed the topic.

"I noticed you changed. I like your side part and your outfit a lot. Very elegant. May I ask where your fragrance is from?"

I sidestepped mentioning her nylons but any leg man would know that she changed out of her pantyhose and into something lower denier. These were sheerer and had the slightest shine to them. I wonder if they were stockings or pantyhose. I quickly glanced away and hoped that my wandering gaze wasn't too blatant.

 

[36b7]

"No, Max was very accommodating when I mentioned you actually. He said that any friend of Dee, is a friend of mine. So clearly, you're very popular here."

I smiled.
“Well, let’s just say I’m known here. It’s not that I’m unpopular, most of the people in here know me, but I choose not to fraternise with my co-workers out of work. By the time I come off shift I’ve had enough and I like my own company for my down time, know what I mean?”
I looked him, gauging his thoughts.

“Vegas is a strange place, full of people partying, gambling, having a good time but it can also be a very lonely place. This place…” I waved my hand at the crowd in the bar “… this place, you know why it’s called HC? It’s Hotel California after the song. Vegas is like that, the money’s good but you can never leave, not unless someone gives you a ticket out of here. It get’s in your blood, under your skin.”

I took a sip of my drink.
“So, your friend Mike, and the others, I guess they’ll be availing themselves of all the pleasures that Vegas provides tonight? I just hope they don’t take any unwanted presents home to their girlfriends or fiancés.”

I picked up my drink, watching him over the rim of my glass.
“Do you have a partner Victor? Someone waiting for you at home or are you the same as me, enjoying your own company,” I said, placing my hand on his where he was holding his drink, “except that sometimes, the right company can be good, know what I mean?”

 

[Nylonian]

Dee's observations about Vegas resonated with me. I was lost in her phrasing; the cold way she waxed on about this blinding place. The cold burn of humanity.

"It's all a bit high school. He's good when he's alone. But with friends, he'll overspend and put it on his credit cards and get into a shouting match with his fiancée and end up shrugging it off. I don't know how she does it and if she's even sure about going through with all... I don't think he'll get into too much trouble. Probably just drink himself stupid and be too drunk to get it up."

I explained crassly to Dee as I saw her reach for her Manhattan. Her knowing gaze, her hazel eyes spoke to me with a mature understanding. Her acute empathy cut through me like a splinter.

Looking down, I saw her hand on mine as I caressed the rim of my glass. Her tender touch and its warmth echoed. I felt my heart's heavy beating.

"No... It's funny you ask, Dee."

Regaining composure I sighed before continuing.

"I recently broke up with the girl Mike introduced me to. We were dating for a good six months and she went radio silence and ended the relationship over text... My own company is good as any for now as I'm good at being alone; nose buried deep into a good book. You're definitely good company though. I appreciate it a lot."

 

[36b7]

“Sadly, that’s the way relationships seem to end nowadays. I’m sorry to hear that.” I gave Victor’s hand a squeeze.
“But perhaps it was for the best. I can’t imagine how Mike’s wife is going to feel six months into her marriage but then to be fair I’m biased and I don’t know her. Perhaps they’re two of a kind and it will turn into a marriage of convenience, the joining of money and bodies for children and their own discrete pleasures taken elsewhere but I’d need someone more mature than a high school student, someone very different to Mike. He seems rather brash and noisy to me."

I paused before continuing.
"Now the quiet ones, like you, they’re interesting. You know that saying ‘still waters run deep’? That’s the quiet ones, hidden depths just waiting to be explored, waiting to be discovered, dark, intriguing.”
I looked at him intensely for a few seconds before continuing.
“Have you got hidden depths Victor?"
I waited for a moment until he was about to answer and then pressed my finger to his lips.
“Ssh, you don’t have to answer that … yet,” I said with a laugh.

I released his hand and stood.
“And thanks for noticing that I’d changed and for asking about my perfume. It’s Marfa Eau de Parfum.” I said leaning across the booth table towards Victor so that my cheek was only inches from his face. “It’s my favourite.”
I pulled away, my face still within kissing distance, my voice a soft whisper.
“Let me get us another drink, don’t run away.”

Half way to the bar I turned to look at him and he was looking in my direction but not at me. He was looking at my legs.

 

[Nylonian]

Deidre was dead accurate about Mike. Perhaps she had a similar experience, knew someone who had a similar experience. Men like that are dime a dozen and Mike's not even the bottom of the pond. But, I didn't expect her to judge so harshly.

A void was left when she removed her hand from mine; the warmth whispered but being exposed to the cooler air again made me long for it. Like when the blanket slips off you as you stir at night.

"Marfa. I knew that smelled familiar," I thought. I vaguely remember it from smelling it at a boutique fragrance store in Seattle.

Hidden depths. She thought of me as a lake... Beauty hides in the deep. So does Deidre's. Her way with words had me wrapped, intrigued. We're intertwined explorers in the night. Though I'm in her territory and I'm at least partly cognizant of that.

"Run away," I chuckled, "I'm two drinks in, I'm in no position to run, Dee."

The hypnotic way she seemed to float as she moved to the bar enhanced her curves and my gaze, my betraying gaze couldn't help but hone in on her nylon encased legs once more.

When she returned with the same order, Dee mentioned that it was her shout and handed me another Rob Roy and sat back down next to me. Somehow even closer than before. I twitched as her knee brushed lightly against my hand that was resting on my thigh. The warm fibres triggered my senses...

 

[36b7]

Victor seems reticent I mused as I waited at the bar for my order to be filled, but if I can find the right trigger he’ll suddenly open up and I’ll know all about his hopes and his desires in an instant.
But he is different.

Most men look at a woman’s face and figure and here in Vegas, especially her rack and her ass but not Victor.
I’d noticed this in the casino. When I’d waited the crowd he was sitting with it was always my legs he looked at and now, as I’d walked to the bar, it was still the same.
What is it? Is it my legs or is it something else?

I carried our drinks back to the booth and sat next to him and there was a definite twitch, as if he’d received a mild electric shock when I sat and then I had it.
My knee had touched his hand and perhaps it was static from my hold ups or perhaps, and this was a crazy thought, perhaps it was my hold ups. Did he have a thing about stockings, a fetish? I was intrigued and wanted to know.

I raised my glass.
“Cheers.” And then I took his hand that was resting on his thigh and placed it on my thigh, just below where the elasticized hold up band started, looking directly into his eyes..

“Does that feel better Victor, is this what you’ve wanted

 

[Nylonian]

Those dreamy hazel eyes again. They see right through me. I knew the jig was up and it was impossible to keep such a strong trigger tamped down. Like an overpacked suitcase, it was always bound to pop once a latch gets flicked...

Her assertive hand guiding mine was the latch that betrayed me. Caught utterly offguard, I was torn. On one hand, I longed for that nylon embrace and yet unsure of Dee's motives and intention, I had my reservations.

"It's... They're quite soft..." I moved my hand off her thigh and took a large gulp of water in order to find an island to cling on to. I looked away, unable to maintain eye contact.

"So how do you enjoy living in Vegas? Do you see this as a semi-permanent thing or are you hoping to get out? I get the feeling you yearn for more."

I tried for a misdirect. Anything to draw attention away once more and regain some semblance of decorum or at least a veil of sensibility to hide deeper carnal desires. Though a part of me knew the night has taken a turn. I was still waiting on something to tell me how to proceed, to navigate.

 

[36b7]

Victor took his hand away and tried to change the subject but I wasn’t having it. I’m not usually dominant, or submissive come to that, preferring to be on equal terms with the man I’m with but with Victor it seemed that some assertive behaviour was required so I took his hand and placed it back on my thigh, higher this time so that his fingers were on my bare skin above the top of my hold ups.

“This is what you want isn’t it Victor, it’s ok to say so and I don’t mind if you get off on a woman’s legs in stockings, we all get off on something and it’s ok if you want more.
I spread my legs a little to let him know that I was receptive to more than just his hand on my leg.
“You can touch me if you want to.”

Above the top of my hold ups there was nothing to stop him. The desert heat is just too much for me to wear panties or a thong. It’s not that I try to pull guys all the time. In fact I hadn’t been with a man for quite some time now and whether it’s the vibe of Vegas that get’s men to act as if they own the place and the people who work there, especially the women, I don’t know but someone like Victor who behaves respectfully and is interesting is a rarity and I just had the feeling that once he came out of his shell there’d be a giving and considerate lover there even if his kink was stockings and for a moment I smiled as I imagined lying back, legs spread, ready for him, naked apart from my hold ups.

“It’s ok Victor, I want you to touch me.”

 

[Nylonian]

Deidre's assertion demanded my attention as I became drawn to her nylons. With her dire invitation, I finally sunk into her silky web. I felt her the warmth of her porcelain inner thigh, toned and defined. I had a feeling that Dee stays active to meet the demands of her job.

I succumbed to my base desires and explored her stockinged thigh and the moreish and hypnotic nature of the material grabbed hold once more as I felt my length grow and push against the confines of my underwear and trousers. I traced geometry on her dark nylons and felt the heat from her skin further ignite my passion.

"It is what I wanted, Dee. I'll fess up. It's the magnet that drew me to you when I first laid eyes on you."

There it is, no turning back now. I tried to justify it but I felt no better than sleazy Mike groping ladies on a first date... It felt wrong but it felt so good. My base desires, encouraged by Dee have all come out to roam.

"But is this what you truly want, Dee? What do you want out of tonight? Nothing's for free in this city..."

I enquired sincerely as I looked into her eyes; the last voice of reason wanting clarity as the carnal demons of lust and desire take hold the more I feel the softness and the electricity of Deidre's stocking beneath my roaming hand.

 

[36b7]

"But is this what you truly want, Dee? What do you want out of tonight? Nothing's for free in this city..."

I laughed.
“Don’t make this more complicated than it already is Victor. I wouldn’t have encouraged you if I didn’t want this… and more...”
I glanced around the bar. No one was looking at us, no one was watching, they were all deep in their own conversations, some just chatting, others communicating desire and others saying ‘yes’.
“… much more.”

I turned back to Victor.
“You can thank your friend Mike if you like for providing the contrast between his behaviour and yours. Men with manners and principles don’t often show up in Vegas and interesting men even less often.”

I leaned in and kissed him just lightly, moving his hand further up my thigh and looking at him with unwavering eye contact as I moved his hand still higher until his fingers were touching me.
“It’s ok, no one out there is watching, no one cares, but I care Victor, I want you.”

 

[Nylonian]

“It’s ok, no one out there is watching, no one cares, but I care Victor, I want you.”

I returned Dee's kiss, the gravity of her lips too immense to resist any further in my state of arousal. Gently at first but it gave way to a lustful passion. My passion intensified as she whispered so assertively, so sensually the words I needed to hear.

"I want you too. If only for tonight and for this moment."

My hand continued to explore her toned left thigh and traversed the forbidden boundary to her inner thigh. I felt her warmth and wetness. I felt a hint of her sincere, raw desire in that moment. Maybe we're just two bodies in need of each other, surrendering to our urges. Dee is human after all.

"I want to treat you and worship your stockinged feet. I long for their touch. I want to go higher and make you feel good. Make you feel like the goddess that you are."

The air captured her fragrance, I breathed in deep and savoured the lust on her tongue as it flickered in my mouth in deep exploration. A cindering hunger.

"Just us for the night."

 

[36b7]

"I want to treat you and worship your stockinged feet. I long for their touch. I want to go higher and make you feel good. Make you feel like the goddess that you are."

Wow, just wow.
I mean I’d heard about kinks and I was happy to explore them with the right person. And of course I’d heard about fetishes but never met anyone who had one but now here was Victor wanting to worship my stockinged feet.
But right now, Victor’s fingers were just touching my labia. He must have been able to feel how wet I was, how turned on but he seemed uncertain or even frighted to go further.
But perhaps he didn’t need to. Perhaps worshipping my feet would be enough for him.

I just didn’t know.

“Do I feel good Victor, can you tell how excited I am? If you like we could go to your room and then you can see more of my legs and feet. I’ll still be wearing my stockings but nothing else, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

 

[Nylonian]

"I'd like that more than anything, Dee. I can feel how excited you are. Do you realise how seductive you are? I'm sure you have some idea. I think it's important to do justice by your beauty and your allure."

I felt the moisture of her lips lingering and the wetness of her 'lips' as I continued to explore her ladyhood. I continued to dance with my tongue as my hands got busy; her warmth was palpable even in the air conditioned air of HC.

It's not the longest walk back to the Wynn but with our sexual tension and the fact that we're already so many drinks deep, I'm dreading the stares and the potential embarrassment of my exposure... What if we bump into Mike? For a moment, my mind considered the potential hiccups but my lust overpowered those thoughts...

"I appreciate you not judging or teasing me too much about my affinity for nylons. I do have a soft spot and would love to really show you what a man with a drive is capable of as you're so indulging."

I held Dee close and whispered hungrily in her ear: "Let's see where the night takes us, my goddess."

 

[36b7]

I’m nervous walking into the hotel with a man while I’m off duty. I know the chances of being recognised in the hotel section of the complex are minimal, the staff here are completely separate from the staff in the casino but even so, my nervousness only heightens my excitement of what I’m doing and what’s to come.
Victor hits the button for his floor and we stand for a few moments until the elevator starts to move and then I pull him into a kiss, deep and passionate, my tongue exploring his mouth and feeling his hardness as I press him back against the wall of the elevator.
The bell pings and we pull apart and I follow Victor to his room.

I’m not sure how this plays now. I know he wants me and I want him, want him to feel so aroused by worshiping my feet and my stocking encased legs that he’ll make love to me, pleasuring me in every way that he knows but how we get from kissing in the elevator to having sex I just don’t know. I turn him to me.

“So Victor, this is your show now, you must lead, tell me what you want of me, how I can arouse you, how I can sate your needs and desires.”

 

[Nylonian]

I held Dee's hand out of the elevator like we're teenagers sneaking around after making out at the parking lot of the mall and lead her to my room. Something exciting about being so secretive; a forbidden fruit is always sweeter.

So far, we managed to avoid detection and I scanned to ensure the coast is clear as Mike is staying three rooms left of mine. I scanned my roomkey and the door unlocked with a satisfying ping.

It's rare to be presented with an opportunity to lead so Deidre's invitation for me to take charge was a little arousing. She is truly sensuality incarnate and I was shaking with excitement of what's to come.

"Dee," I showed her into my room, "I want you on the bed so I can finally show you how much your legs and feet have been turning me on all night. Arouse is an understatement."

She eagerly slid on to my king bed and started to undress me. I helped her along by taking off my shoes and socks. I sat at the base of the bed and inhaled the leather aroma of her strappy heels. The sweat from her shift lingered and created the most potent weakness-inducing cocktail. I felt the sensation and the contrast between the leather and her matte, delicate nylons and was entranced by the overwhelming sensations.

"You're a dream, Dee. I love how your feet look and smell."