Friday, November 23, 2012

Fetish for nylon. The fish'n'chip shop. SeXStoRY

(Continuing the story from Bill the Barber.) As Vic drove Terry home he kept glancing over at the great quiff and D.A. that Bill had done on him. It was almost identical to his own but lighter in colour. Almost chestnut brown. "Looks fuckin brilliant." he said as Terry got out of the car. "Thanks mate." said Terry with a wink. "For everything. See ya tomorrow." The Brylcreem made his hair shine in the evening sunlight as Vic watched Terry head over to the block of council flats where he lived. Vic cut back via the gas works over to where his own council estate was and when he reached the house he parked the red and white Vauxhall Cresta proudly on the concrete slab in front of the living room window along side an old Ford Consul that he was fixing for a mate. As he went in the front door he called up the stairs. "It's the milkman, anybody home?" "Up here, I've been expecting you but you'll 'av to make it quick, my husband'll be back soon." Vic chuckled and bounded up the stairs two at a time leaving the brown check flask and car keys on the little white metal telephone table. It was half moon shaped with a glass top and screwed to the wall like a shelf. They'd bought it with Green Shield stamps. He found Jean in the bath. She was naked this time, not like last night thought Vic. The leopard skin nylon blouse was still hanging on the line above the bath reminding Vic of how it had cling to her tits when it was dripping wet. He noticed on her bare legs the marks that the suspender belt had left. She wore stockings and suspenders almost every day, sometimes even to bed. She loved the look and feel of them, as did Vic. "Look at the state of yer trousers." she said "You could'a taken yer boots off Vic." He looked down at his boots and noticed how clean they were from where Bill the Barber had worked his expert tongue over them. Jean didn't seem to notice the disparity between the dried mud on his trousers and the almost polished look of the boots. "Fuckin'ell." he said. "I'll go n take em off. Save the bath water for me, I'm fuckin knackered." "Me too." said Jean." Could do with an early night. I brought some fish'n'chips back, I left yours in the oven." she shouted downstairs after him. "Thanks." he called up, as he took off the boots by the back door in the kitchen and hung up his grubby nylon MA1 jacket. "Mates hair turned out good." he shouted. "He's got a fuckin D.A. same as mine." Then he noticed Jeans nylon overall from work hanging on the back of the door. When Vic had dropped Jean off at the fish'n'chip shop that morning, Bob the owner could almost smell the sex on her from the session with Vic. She practically slithered through the door, resplendent in the green nylon blouse, shiny black skirt, tan nylon stockings and black stilettos. Bob was instantly aroused, and dismissed her apologies for being late, he was just glad she was there. He watched eagerly as she bent over and took off the stilettos replacing them with the flat shoes she wore for work. Even sliding the nylon overall over her nylon blouse was a turn on for Bob, as she fastened it over her pointed breasts. Bob was wearing a white Bri nylon shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing his hairy tattooed arms. He had on a thin shiny blue tie with a tie clip positioned low down on his belly holding the tie in place against the nylon shirt front. He had a quiff a bit shorter than Vic's and his short back n sides were no less glossily Brylcreemed than Vic's D.A. He would wear an overall if he was going anywhere near the chip fryer but the cooking was Jean's department. He would take the money and call the orders back to her or write them down if they were busy. Whenever he got a chance he would cop a feel of her tits, or slap her bottom as she passed. Jean would fain indignation but she enjoyed it as much as he did. His favourite trick was to slip his hand up under her skirt and get a feel of her nylon pants or stocking tops. The morning turned out to be busy, but now that the lunch time rush was over Jean was clearing up at the stainless steel sink in the little kitchen area. Bob came up behind her and put his hand under her skirt stroking the nylon stocking tops as he poked his forefinger between her legs. Jean let out a little gasp of pleasure as he pushed the nylon pants up into her cunt and moved his finger back and forwards. It felt warm and moist up there. "Nice hot nylon cunt." he growled as he pressed his nylon shirt front against the back of her nylon overall. Jean could feel her nipples hardening as he worked his finger between the cunt lips, and she could also feel the bulge in his trousers, the slick material rubbing against the back of her shiny skirt. She heard him unzip and then felt the slimy head of his prick smearing cock slime all over her nylon stocking tops and between her legs as he moved it up and down before shoving it against the slippery nylon pants. With his hard prick in his fist Bob rubbed his piss slit back and forth over the nylon and as he coated the back of her nylon pants with his pre slime Jean wondered if he was going to take her up the ass. She had a tight ass and Bob's cock was quite fat so Jean wasn't all that keen on the prospect. She liked to be fucked by Vic up the ass because he fit her really well but Bob's fat cock was difficult to get in. She knew that once he was in there it would feel great being stretched by him but still she hoped he was going to fuck her cunt this time. She didn't need to wonder for long as she felt Bob pull the nylon pants to one side and shove his hard cock in one swift movement into her well used hairy cunt. She gasped as he plunged it to the hilt snagging his zipper for a second on the nylon pants. He began to grunt as he humped her back and thought about Vic's cock unloading up there getting it slick and wet for him. "Vic got it all greased up for you this morning." Jean said as if reading his thoughts. She knew what turned him on. Bob had posed the question of a threesome before but she'd never told Vic about it. What she got up to at work was her own business. Bob put both arms around her and rubbed his hands over her breasts squeezing them hard. Then he unzipped the nylon overall and pulled it back roughly as he continued to fuck her from behind. He fumbled for a while with the buttons of her nylon blouse and then frustrated grabbed the nylon material on each breast in his fists and tore the blouse open sending buttons s**ttering into the sink. Jean thrust her breasts out and Bob started rubbing his hands over her hard tits through the smooth Bri nylon bra. He was breathing heavily now, and Jean could tell he was about to cum, so she pulled herself off his cock and spun round to a crouching position on the Lino taking his pulsing prick into her mouth. She was a fraction too late as Bob's massive ejaculation spurted over her face and neck splattering onto the nylon bra the globular pools of ejaculate. Jean wrapped her hungry mouth around the wet head of his cock and gulped down the last dribbles of spunk milking his softening cock and finally knawing gently on the slimey foreskin, draining Bob's bollocks of every last drop. As she sucked on his foreskin she frigged her fingers against her wet cunt lips rubbing the nylon pants against them and stretching the nylon to breaking point inside the hairy cavity, and as Bob played with her tits, her own orgasm dribbled out through her nylon pants and onto the Lino. Jean had worn the nylon overall home on the bus to cover the ripped nylon blouse and now as Vic ate the fish'n'chips he stared absent mindedly at it. When he'd had his bath he went into the bedroom to find Jean fast asl**p, snuggled down into the smooth nylon sheets of the bed. "She was fuckin knackered alright." he thought to himself. But he didn't know quite how knackered she was....!

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