When I was in college I had a two-year affair with my roommate, Kate, who not only taught me the joys of loving a woman, but introduced me to the added pleasures of having sex while wearing pantyhose.

Kate and I often made love through the pantyhose we were wearing, and ever since then, just thinking about the feeling of a woman’s hose-covered pussy rubbing against mine makes me shiver with desire.

During my first marriage, my next-door neighbor, Loren and I made love with each other as often as we could. Loren also shared my love of pantyhose. But after she moved away, my desire for women seemed to have waned — until just recently. Then it came back in full force. The trouble was that the woman I fantasized about was Loren’s daughter, Jeri. Jeri was now 19 years old and a classmate of my daughter at the local university. Since I had known her as a child when her mother and I were secret lovers, it was only natural that I should have invited her to stay at our house when she came back to our area to go to school.

I was both excited and a bit disturbed when it turned out that Jeri, like her mother, loved wearing pantyhose. She had long shapely legs, and almost always wore short skirts and black pantyhose. I found myself strongly turned on by this, but I knew I had to control my desires, as Jeri was so much younger than me, not to mention being the daughter of one of my oldest friends. One day I was outside when Jeri came home from school, and I saw that she was limping. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me she had a painful cramp in her leg, and could barely walk. I helped her inside and told her to sit down on the sofa, so I could massage it for her. As usual, Jeri was wearing a short skirt and black pantyhose. I knelt in front of her and took her leg into my hands, but I was not prepared for the intoxicating effect her nylon-covered calf would have on me as I began to massage it slowly. A thrill ran through my body, and I could feel the crotch of my own pantyhose dampening as my pussy began to juice. I rubbed her toes with my other hand, and had a vision of sucking them into my mouth. My efforts seemed to ease the cramp a little, and Jeri experimentally straightened her leg. As she did so her thighs parted, giving me a clear view of her mound under her skirt, and I nearly fainted when I saw that she wasn’t wearing panties. Uncontrollable images of my lips and tongue making love to that nylon-covered pussy swam through my mind, and I knew I had to get out of there before I did something I might regret.

“There, is that better now?” I asked. When she said yes, I told her I was glad I could help, and went quickly upstairs. In my bedroom I locked the door, pulled my skirt up around my waist and began to play with my pussy while fantasizing about making love with Jeri in her pantyhose. I brought myself to three body-shaking orgasms before my body began to relax, That night, as Jeri and I, along with my daughter Dina, sat around watching television, I couldn’t help wondering if Jeri had sensed my attraction to her, and was now deliberately teasing me. As she sat across from me, with Dina sitting obliviously on the sofa beside her, she occasionally shifted her position in a way that caused her thighs to splay apart, and her skirt was so short that it was not hard to get a peek at her nylon-covered pussy. She also took to stroking her silken thighs, almost up to her crotch. She often looked my way as she did this, with a sexy little smile.

This went on for the next several nights. She never wore panties either, and I soon became certain that she was actually flashing me on purpose. I didn’t know if it was just a tease, or if she meant it to lead to something more, but each night ended with me masturbating myself to orgasm, imagining that it was Jeri making me come.

The desire to make love to this girl was just overwhelming, and I soon overcame any reluctance I was feeling. Finally the time came when I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. It was a Friday evening, and my daughter had gone to stay with my ex-husband for the weekend. Jeri had gone upstairs to do some schoolwork before dinner.

With my heart beating wildly, I went up the stairs and looked into Jeri’s room. She was lying across her bed on her stomach, reading a book, her short purple skirt barely covering her behind. She wore a tight white top and her usual sheer black pantyhose. I could already feel my juices running down my thighs. “How are you doing, Jeri?” I asked her. She looked up and smiled at me. “Pretty good,” she told me. “But I did a lot of running today in gym class, so my legs are pretty sore.” This was the opening I was hoping for. “Would you like me to massage them for you, Jeri?”“Would you?” she replied. “Oh, that would feel so good.”

I sat down on the bed next to her and began rubbing her nylon-covered feet. At the first touch I felt a thrill of excitement shoot through me. I then moved my hands slowly up her shiny calves and over the backs of her silken thighs. Jeri parted her legs, giving me access to the inside of her thighs. This hiked her skirt up slightly, exposing her crotch and ratcheting up my desire. I eased her skirt up still further, to her waist, as she raised her hips to assist me. The sight of her shimmering ass, so tantalizingly close, almost made me come.

I now began to gently massage Jeri’s thighs, starting at her knees and slowly working my hands upward. Jeri spread her legs a little further as my hands closed in on her pussy. As I massaged the tops of those thighs, I ever so gently began to rub my fingers against her sweet pussy lips. Jeri now put down her book and lowered her head to the bed. Her legs parted still further as I continued to stroke her pussy. I became bolder now; I wanted to make her come. As my fingers began to explore, she raised her hips slightly to give me better access. I could feel the crotch of her pantyhose getting wet. Then my heart stopped as she moaned softly, “Mmmm, yes, Amy. That feels so good! Don’t stop rubbing me like that!” There was no more pretense now. I began rubbing the crotch of Jeri’s pantyhose against her clit. A moment later I lay down on the bed and began to kiss and lick her silken ass. Her crotch was now soaking wet and getting wetter, and her moans of pleasure spurred me on.

“Yes Amy! Yes! That feels so good!” she cried out. “Don’t stop! Oh God, I’m coming!” I felt Jeri’s legs squeeze tightly around my hand as her whole body began to shudder. As her orgasm overtook her I reached under my skirt and fingered my own pussy. Soon my moans of pleasure mixed with hers as we both came.

As our bodies began to relax, Jeri rolled over and looked into my eyes. “Wow. That was great,” she said, smiling at me. I was already feeling pangs of regret. “It was,” I told her. “But I’m sorry that happened, Jeri. You’re so young, and your mother is my friend. We shouldn’t be doing things like this.” Jeri just laughed and slid closer to me. “Don’t be sorry, Amy,” she said. “I so wanted this to happen. And I want more, too. Kiss me.”

I couldn’t resist. I brought my face to hers, and she opened her mouth as our lips met. Jeri ran her fingers through my hair and slowly slipped her tongue into my mouth as our lips pressed together. I moaned into her throat and slid on top of her as she explored my eager mouth with her tongue.

As the kiss went on I slid my hands down over Jeri’s pantyhose-covered hips and ass. The feel of the smooth nylon against my legs kept my nipples hard and my pussy on fire. Finally I broke the kiss and slowly moved my mouth down to her neck. I brought my hands up and unbuttoned her blouse down to the waist. Jeri was breathing hard and moaning softly. I could feel her hips undulating against me, her pussy pushing against mine. I pulled her blouse back over her shoulders, exposing her firm breasts. Her nipples were rock-hard, and I couldn’t wait to get them between my lips. I moved my mouth down to her breasts and sucked a nipple between my teeth, teasing it with my tongue as I nibbled at it lightly. Jeri slid her long legs around mine and started rubbing them against me, grinding her pussy along my thigh. Feeling her wetness through our pantyhose and hearing the sound of nylon rubbing against nylon was bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I began to raise and lower my hips to intensify the feeling. Our movements became faster and harder, our bodies squirming together wildly. Jeri held my head to her breasts as my tongue and teeth continued to work at her nipples. But I wanted her pussy, and now I slowly moved my lips down over her stomach, tracing a line with my tongue from her breasts to her navel, and down to her silky-smooth pelvis. Jeri moaned loudly and opened her thighs so I could move between them. I heard myself moaning also as I attacked her thighs, running my tongue up and down their inner surfaces, reveling in the taste of her pantyhose on my tongue. Jeri couldn’t wait any longer; she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to her nylon-covered crotch. She cried out and pumped her silken pelvis against my face as my tongue rubbed the crotch of the pantyhose against her clit.

After a moment I reached up and pulled the front of her pantyhose down, uncovering her pussy. Her clit was hard, poking out of its sheath, her pussy lips red and puffed up. I leaned in and began to lick at her slit, my tongue moving over its entire length, flicking her clit with each stroke. Her nyloned inner thighs rubbed against my face as I continued to tongue-fuck her. Jeri started to work her hips faster, her legs twitching each time my tongue found her clit. Then suddenly her whole body shuddered, and she gave a loud cry as a fresh flow of pussy juice poured into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed as much as I could. This girl tasted so good!

As Jeri let go of my head I moved back up her body, seeking her lips. We held each other tightly and kissed deeply for several minutes. Finally, I broke the kiss and lay back. Jeri then reached over and slowly began to unbutton my blouse. “I’ve got to make love to you too,” she breathed. She spread my blouse open and unhooked my bra, baring my heaving breasts. My nipples were stiff and hard. Jeri moved on top of me then, and lowered her lips to mine. I slid my hands around her and caressed her thighs and ass as we exchanged a slow, deep, passionate kiss. We kissed for a long time, and soon I was moaning into her mouth and undulating my hips against hers. God, did I want her to fuck me! I tilted my head back as Jeri moved her lips from my mouth and ran them over my throat, sending shivers through me as she gently kissed and nibbled my neck. I felt her hands pulling my skirt up around my waist, and I spread my legs so she could slide between them, then wrapped them around her hips and slid them over her body. Jeri moved her mouth to my nipples and began to suck each one in turn as I moaned with pleasure. Then after a minute her head moved down again. I gasped as she started to lick the insides of my thighs, as I had done with hers. But both of us were too impatient to allow her to linger there. My juices were flowing freely, my pussy clenching with desire as she moved her face to my dripping twat.

Jeri now started to suck the crotch of my pantyhose. I could feel her siphoning my clit in and out of her mouth, the friction of it against the nylon bringing me closer and closer to climax. I knotted my fingers in her hair and began to hump my pelvis against her tongue. “Yes, Jeri, yes!” I wailed. “Oh God, fuck me with your tongue!” She didn’t stop. I heard a tearing noise, and realized that she had torn my pantyhose to get at my pussy. I gasped sharply as her tongue slipped between my labia to plunge into the depths of my opening. Then it withdrew to find my clit, while she slipped two fingers inside me. A series of shrill cries burst from my throat as she worked me over, her tongue dancing across my clit while her fingers probed my pussy. Then suddenly I exploded as wave after wave of ecstasy rocked my body. I clamped my thighs around Jeri’s head to hold her there. She didn’t stop licking me, and then I was coming again. Still she didn’t stop, and a third orgasm had absolutely wiped me out before she pulled away.

Tears of joy ran down my cheeks as I slowly came down, while Jeri lay quietly next to me, smiling and stroking my body.

We spent the next couple of hours kissing and exploring each other’s body at a more relaxed pace. After that Jeri and I made love as often as we could, and we both cried when the college term ended and she had to go back home. But she still has several years to go before she graduates, so that gives me something to look forward to.