Nylon teasers

I was having the time of my life, but then things REALLY improved.

Jessie breathed out a fresh command. "Pull your pants and underwear down
to your knees, Dwayne. I want to do something as nice for you as you did
for me."

Was she going to suck my toes too? Not likely with my pants down.

I considered the basic rules of thumb for life:

Never eat half-priced sushi.

Lock up all sharp objects and blunt instruments before telling a woman she
looks fat in an article of clothing.

When you're with a beautiful woman and she suggests that you show her your
prick, do as she asks.

I followed rule three.

Semi-reluctantly, I lowered my trousers to my knees. Then, blushing
fiercely, I shucked down my white Jockey underpants. My cock stood stiff
and proud -- all four-and-a-half inches of it. Breathing free air. Red,
dripping and aching for fulfillment.

Casting a glance at Jessie and seeing her approving smile, I wasn't sure
what was imminent, but I was pretty sure it would be very nice.

"Lift your shirt up to your chest, Dwayne," Jessie said. I, of course,
complied.

The incongruity of the whole thing flashed through my mind. Why would an
ultra-babe like Jessica be willing to exchange carnalities with a wimpy,
small-dicked nobody like me?

Good question, but it flew from my mind when Jessie lay back on the sofa
and lovingly embraced my throbbing peener between the warm, nyloned soles
of her angelic feet.

That still ranks as the greatest moment of my life. The feelings...oh!

Nylonic dreams realized.

Sexual contact of the naughtiest (I thought) variety.

Jessie was smiling and locking my eyes to hers as she rubbed the shaft like
a boy scout lighting a fire.

The flame was on in my testicles.

I didn't want to cum too soon, but Mamma mia! She was skinning back my
foreskin with her toes, then rubbing the sensitive, pink tip of my peeny
with her left big toe. All around the peehole!

Gasp. Pant.