First Sheer Nylon Fun

"That's the proper name for it."

Clare picked up the yashmak from the table and handed it to me. The fabric had been cleverly and loosely gathered and the two halves were connected with light elastic so that it would stay in place.

"Shall I give you a hand?" Clare said, sitting me before the mirror.

"Yes, please."

In no time at all Clare had deftly positioned the yashmak in place, with the elastic section hidden away at the back of my head gripping it ever so lightly but securely.

"Do you think you could manage that on your own?" she asked.

"I'm sure I could."

"How does it feel?"

"Delightful."

As she stirred the tea, Clare said, "You can return the favour."

"Of course. What would you like me to do?"

"Help me move a chest of drawers from one bedroom to the other.

"OK," I said, standing up.

"No, you relax and finish your tea. I've got to clear some stuff out of the way first and I can do that on my own. I'll let you know when I'm ready.

I didn't want to take the yashmak off just yet so I pulled it down to just below my lips and carefully sipped the hot tea. I was thinking I wouldn't mind staying here for the rest of my life, except for the small matter of the husband. I would do anything for a woman like Clare.

I finished the tea and took hold of the bottom of the yashmak. It slipped up over my head with surprising ease. Clare had made a fine job of it.

"Peter!" Clare called out from the landing. "I'm ready."

"OK. I'm on my way."

When I reached the landing, Clare was nowhere in sight and all the doors were just slightly ajar.

"Which room?" I called.

"Oh sorry, I'm in here."

Her voice, which had a definite giggle, was coming from the door behind me.

I opened the door. The main part of the obviously large room lay at the end of a short passageway, so all I could see was the edge of the net-covered window and the adjacent wall. As I came level with the main part of the bedroom, the sight that greeted me nearly made me faint with desire.

I gasped and put my hand over my mouth. Spread out seductively on the enormous double bed was Clare dressed in a fabulous blue harem costume with chiffon sleeves and legs. Every time she moved the sheer fabric slid about and bounced and floated and fluttered into lovely soft, round, shiny folds.

I had to sit down on the bed.

"I take it you like what you see?" Clare teased.

"Oh, Clare!" I said. "This is the nicest, most selfless thing anyone's ever done for me."

"Thank you, Peter. I don't get compliments like that every day."

I just couldn't take my eyes off her.

"Goodness, Clare, you're pretty delectable normally, but dressed like this you're absolutely stunning. AND you've got a great body!"

"You'll wear out my 'thank you' muscle," she grinned.

"May I?" I said, reaching for one of the costume's chiffon legs.

"Certainly. I would want to."

I took hold of two layers of the fabric between my fingers and thumb and slid them back and forth. The slightest whisper of friction transferred itself to my finger tips in a delightful manner.

"This is luscious," I said. "Is it nylon chiffon?"

"Well I said it probably was."

"What do you mean?"

Clare leaned over to a bedside table, picked up a photograph and held it up in front of me. I was so transfixed with the liquid movement of the chiffon, that at first I wasn't focussing on the picture. When I did, I almost fell off the bed. The photograph was the one I'd left behind last week.

"You're wearing the costume from the Avengers' episode!"

"The very same. Even nicer in real life, isn't it?"

"It's a dream come true and it's so beautifully made. I just love the way the legs are attached to the leg holes on the panty. That's so skilful. Can I ask you to do something for me?"

"Ooh, that depends," Clare said teasingly.

She was idly running her hand up and down one of the sheer sleeves, which distracted me for a second.

"What would you like me to do?" Clare reminded me.

"Sorry, I was distracted by you stroking the chiffon. I'd like to see you walking about a bit so that I can watch the fabric move."

"Yes, of course."

Clare got up and walked onto the landing. "Where would you like me to walk?"

"Up and down the stairs would be perfect. I'll watch from the bottom."

I find it impossible to describe adequately the thrill I got from watching Clare trip down her stairs and then up again or the enchanting way the chiffon bounced and floated and fluttered around her limbs as she moved from step to step. I was in a dangerously high state of excitement. Then when she reached the landing, she turned to face me and performed a little belly dance that had me gasping again.

"Follow me," she called out, as she skipped back to her bedroom.

I found her sitting on the edge of her bed by the wardrobe. "Sit next to me," she said.

"How did you manage to get the same costume?"

"My husband's not the only one connected with the film industry. I contacted the wardrobe who supplied the costumes for that episode and because they know me, they agreed to let me borrow it for a few days. Unfortunately, they don't do fancy dress rentals, so you're very lucky indeed."

"It's a pity it won't fit me -- it's a perfect fit on you. Thanks. It's a real treat to see you dressed up in it and I'm so grateful you went to all this trouble for me. I must be the luckiest man alive."

"Probably luckier than you think. This other one was far too big for me."

Before I had a chance to think about what she'd just said, she had leaned forward and opened the wardrobe door furthest from me.

It took a fraction of a second to take in what was hanging up behind the door. Then I gasped yet again. It was another harem outfit almost the same, if not identical in design, to the one she was wearing.

"You lovely, lovely woman!" I cried out.

"Thank you again," Clare said. "I tried to make the second half of the surprise as exciting as possible. You had no idea, did you?"

"No. Can I put it on now?"

"I'm surprised you're still sitting here. You might need some help, women's costumes are always a little trickier. Oh, and you'll have to take off your underpants."

"Do you mind seeing me naked?"

"Not at all, as long as you don't mind."

I took both halves of the costume off the hanger and laid them on the bed. I was beginning to shake with anticipation whilst Clare watched me. I've never undressed so quickly, in fact it was more like a frenzy. I stopped when I got to my underpants, but it wasn't worth trying to be discrete as the tip of my cock was showing above the waistline. I whipped off my underpants and the angle of my cock hardly altered from the vertical, I was so excited.

Clare giggled, covering her mouth. "That's one very excited cock," she said. "I'm so glad you're really enjoying this. Let me know immediately if you feel you're getting too excited as I have another treat in store for you and I don't want you to miss out on it. Do you have a handkerchief with you?"

"Yes," I said, fishing it out of my jeans pocket and handing it to her still folded.

"Sit on the edge of the bed," said Clare. "We'll get the trousers on first."

She gathered up the left leg using both hands so that I could put my left foot through the left side of the satin panty and the left ankle cuff in one movement. Then she did the same with my right foot so that the chiffon trousers were pooled around my ankles.

"OK, stand up and we'll see if I guessed your measurements correctly, although with a garment like this a few inches either way makes little difference."

Clare took hold of the panty on either side and slowly began to pull it up to my waist. The feeling of the nylon chiffon trousers being slid up my legs was too much for me and I let out a moan of pleasure. At the same time my legs buckled slightly.

Clare stopped briefly and smiled up at me. "I know," she said. "You've been longing for ages to wear a garment like this, to feel it against your skin, and now that it's happening at last, it's a little overwhelming. The first time is always the best and most exciting. You must be in seventh heaven. Shall I pull them all the way up, now?"

"Yes," I said weakly, "I'll be alright."

With that Clare slid the panty into place, but I couldn't suppress another involuntary gasp. "Hold the waist at the back for a moment, will you, while I sort out the front," she said.

I looked down and noticed that the panty had a vertical slit from the waistline to the gusset where a seam had been undone, presumably by Clare.

She grabbed hold of the waistline and moved it round a fraction until the slit lined up with my bulging cock, but the tip was still trapped under the waistband. So she lifted the waistband carefully until my cock sprang out.

"OK, you can let go of the waistband now," she said, pulling the front of the panty down by a couple of inches. "Can you ease your balls out as well?" she asked.

"Certainly." It seemed to be an unspoken agreement that Clare wouldn't touch my naked cock. Sex without skin contact, if you like. I was already, as she put it, in seventh heaven and had no doubt that very soon I was going to have another shattering orgasm.

With my balls now dangling out through the slit Clare pulled the panty up tight again and reached round and did the zip up at the back. She stepped back to have a look. "They're a perfect fit," she said. "Have a look in the mirror."

"They're gorgeous!" I said, running my hands over the slippery, shiny nylon. "I wish I could wear them forever."

"Well at least all afternoon, anyway," Clare said.

"That's a million times better than I would have hoped for this morning."

"Wait a minute," Clare said. "I forgot to do up the ankle cuffs." She bent down and fastened them with the attached hooks and eyes.

"Now for the top," Clare continued. "You'll definitely need a hand with that as it does up at the back like a bra and I would guess you haven't had the practice."

I shook my head.

Clare took the top with the front pointing towards her and held the left side out for me. I slid my arm into the left sleeve. Again the delicious feeling as the sheer nylon travelled up my arm.

The top was an unusual design with the tops of the sleeves attached to the shoulder straps, so as soon as Clare had hooked both over my shoulders, there was no danger of the garment slipping off. She then moved around to the back and attached the hooks and eyes of the back strap. The cuffs also fastened with hooks and eyes.

I looked down and noticed from the bra cups that the lady for whom this costume had been made was well-endowed. I pressed one satin cup and it stayed dented.

"I've got just the thing for those," said Clare, "unless you're going to grow a pair of substantial tits in the next few minutes."

She reached down beside the bed and lifted up a bag filled with something soft and immediately emptied the contents on to the bed. The bag had contained what looked like dozens of pairs of nylons, soft and smooth like the pair Clare had chosen for me the week before.

"They've all got runs in them, but I never throw them away," Clare explained. "Stuff as many as you like into each cup while I nip downstairs and fetch your yashmak. You'll have the added bonus of the nylons rubbing against your nipples. By the way, you do want to wear your yashmak as well, don't you?"

"Yes, please!"

"That's the spirit. By the time I've finished, you won't know which nylon caress to concentrate on"

When Clare returned a couple of minutes later, I had used about two thirds of her old nylons and the sensation of having them caress my chest as I breathed in and out wasn't half bad.

She cupped my 'breasts' and slid them about, the nylons tickling my nipples. "Nice, eh?" she said.

Then Clare slid my yashmak over my face and stood back. "Beautiful," she said. "Have another look in the mirror.

The sight that greeted me was sexier than I had imagined it could be. I turned to the left and right, mainly to feel the chiffon swish against my arms and legs. "I wish today could last forever," I said to Clare. "I can't thank you enough."

"Can I use your stairs to get the fabric moving against my skin as you did," I added.

She took my hand. "Of course. Come on."

Clare stood at the bottom whilst I ran up and down several times. Words can't describe the way the sheer nylon bounced and fluttered and swished sweetly against my skin.

Clare laughed with delight.

I came down the stairs for the last time and she took my hand again as we both ran up to her bedroom.

"I haven't finished yet," she said, with a broad grin on her face. "Time for your big treat."

She pulled a packet out of her dressing table drawer and sat down facing me. "Over here, then," she said, smiling at me. "That's right, stand facing me."

I could now see that the packet was a brand new pair of nylons, the same as the ones I had bought.

Clare didn't say anything, but slowly and deliberately took the nylons out of the packet. Then she threw the packaging to one side and lay the nylons over her thighs, but as soon as she let them go, they slid off the chiffon legs of her trousers and fell to the ground.

"Whoops," she said, bending down. "Everything is beautiful and slippery today."

This time Clare kept hold of one nylon and tucked the top of the other one in the waistband of her panty. Then she looked me in the eyes and said, "Do you know what I'm going to do with these lovely slippery nylons, Peter?"

"Not yet," I replied truthfully.

Then Clare took the free nylon in both hands and started gathering it up and suddenly I understood what she was going to do with it and I felt a sudden surge of pleasure in my groin.

"Oh my God, I'm going to come!" I called out.

Swiftly, Clare wrapped my handkerchief around my cock and squeezed hard for several seconds near its base as the wave of ecstasy slowly subsided.

"Tell me when it's safe to let go," Clare said.

"I will," I promised. To be honest I let her continue gripping my cock for half a minute longer than necessary, but I wanted to be sure.

"OK," I nodded. "That was a close one. You were fantastic."

"Rest your hands on my shoulders," Clare said.

I did as she asked as she picked up the nylon and gathered it all the way down to the heel.

"Shall we give your cock a treat by dressing him in this beautiful silky nylon, Peter?"

"Yes, please."

"OK, hold tight."

The feeling as she slid the foot of the nylon over my cock was indescribable.

"Can you slip your balls into the rest of the nylon, whilst I hold it steady, Peter?"

"Of course,"

It was a bit of a struggle, but when I finally managed it, the gathered-up section sat neatly at the base of my cock, tucked in behind my balls. My manhood was securely encased in soft, sheer nylon. Clare then finished off by neatly tucking the excess nylon behind the slit in the front of the panty.

"There," she said, "that looks quite fetching."

I had to agree that it was quite an erotic sight.

"Now close your eyes for a few seconds," said Clare, "and keep your hands resting on my shoulders. You can fondle the chiffon of my sleeves if you like."

I closed my eyes and waited. She was obviously preparing something. Then I felt something soft and slippery being slid down over my cock which made it twitch with pleasure.

"Don't open your eyes yet," Clare said. "Can you guess what I've done?"

"I think you've wrapped the other nylon around my cock."

"That's right. Have a look."

I looked down and the other nylon was indeed rolled up resting at the base of my cock.

"Have you done this with the nylons you bought, yet"

"No, I hadn't thought of it. What a wonderful idea."

"Are you ready?"

I nodded.

"Look at me and don't take your eyes off my face."

I obeyed and I could feel her hand closing around the outer nylon, gently gripping my cock. As I stared into her lovely eyes, I felt her hand slide the rolled-up nylon all the way to the tip and I let out a long moan of pleasure.

"Nice?" Clare said, holding the rolled-up nylon still. "Keep looking at me."

I nodded in agreement and a wide smile spread across her face.

"OK," Clare said, "Just concentrate on one nylon sliding over the other, gently slipping up and down your cock."

Then she slowly slid the outer nylon all the way back down again, but instead of stopping this time, she started back in the other direction, slightly faster. With each new stroke she increased the speed and kept smiling at me.

The sensation of one nylon sliding over the other up and down my cock was indescribable and I knew, even though I was trying to hold out for as long as possible, especially with the sight of her dressed in her costume and the occasional caress against my skin from the chiffon of my own costume, that I would be coming very soon.

As if reading my mind, Clare said, "You're nearly there, aren't you?

"Oh, yes," I managed to reply.

"Just let go, then and fill up this lovely nylon. That's what you want to do, isn't it?"

"Yes, Clare. More than anything."

I was now on the plateau of ecstasy and knew there would be no going back. Then she cupped my balls and squeezed gently and all at once my whole body was consumed with the most wonderful orgasm I had ever had.

My knees buckled, but I managed to hold myself up by her shoulders.

"Oh Clare!" I cried out and she laughed with delight.

"Oh!" I sighed with each enormous spasm.

"Go on Peter, fill that nylon," she urged, still laughing.

"Clare, that was incredible," I gasped, as the spasms dwindled away.

"I thought you might enjoy that. Now keep still while I mop up the mess. I don't want any semen stains on these costumes."

"Of course."

She carefully slid the nylons off over the top of my cock, taking care to mop up all of my come, and placed them on top of a couple of tissues on her dressing table. Then she took another tissue and handed it to me.

"Make sure you soak up every last drop," she said, taking the wet nylons with her out of the room.

I heard water running as my cock at last shrank back to its normal size. When I was sure that no more come was going to dribble out, I chucked the tissue in the waste bin and sat down at last on the edge of the bed.

"Would you like to help me come now?" Clare said, as she breezed back into the bedroom.

"Of course. What would you like me to do?"

"First of all, let's make your hands nice and slippery," she said, pulling two more nylons from out of a drawer in her dressing table.

Then she undid the cuffs of my sleeves and gathered up each of the nylons over my hands. Next she closed the cuffs again, trapping the excess fabric above my wrists so that I had a nylon mitt on each hand.

"Perfect," she said, propping up a pillow against the headboard of the bed."Now sit on the bed with your back against the pillow and spread your legs apart."

She reached into the drawer of the bedside cabinet and drew out a plastic tube between seven and eight inches long and about an inch and a quarter in diameter.

"That's one of those new vibrators, isn't it? I've heard about them, but this is the first time I've seen one."

"Yes, and it's going to give me a nice relaxing hands-free orgasm with your help. Here, what do you think?"

She switched it on at the bottom and handed it to me. The tingling feeling in my fingers was almost too much.

"Wow, that's really powerful," I answered, handing it back to her.

She switched off the vibrator and turned to face away from me and I could see she'd already undone the zip on her costume panty.

Then she lowered her chiffon trousers about halfway down her thighs and even though I couldn't see what she was doing, it was easy to guess that she was inserting the vibrator into her vagina.