He was beside himself with arousal as she told him how and where she purchased these sheer gems adorning her legs and feet. This was the pinnacle of h...s nylon fetish. To be able to share it's effect on him with a pretty girl, who loved him like he did her, was simply priceless. Too bad he eventually blew it all away.A nylon fetish is a complex and peculiar affliction. Sometimes, no, ALL the time, Bill thought about nylons. He searched all around him where ever he was for nylon sightings. It was. ‘God Teddy, I need you in me now!!’ she breathed ‘I’m sorry honey, you’ll have to wait a little longer.’ With that I lowered my head between her legs and kissed her soaked hole. My tongue entered her and lapped up her sweet nectar. As she bucked against my tongue, I found my tongue moving in a figure 8 motion over her clit. She moaned with delight as my finger entered her and began to buck wildly. ‘Oh shit Teddy, I’m cumming AHHHHHHHHH!’ She must of been pretty pent up, ’cause her orgasm seem. Her card joined the beautiful blonde's.Two more followed, both pleasant and my type, wives in their forties needing to be fucked. They ended up being the start of two lines of women I saw once and then a new one followed. I became a toy, something to play with for a night and toss in the box and forget.When the last of the two left, a girl not much older than me, a debutante from last season, began perusing the library. I read my Voltaire and glanced at her. Once or twice I caught her glancing. She wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Hundreds of words slid in and around her distracted mind: murderous roommates, pushy boys, punk rock girls, and the boy whose innocent eyes took in and recorded these sights without ever dulling in their wonderstruck shine. ‘You look like you’re going to say something,’ he said, offering her an outlet for her thoughts. ‘Huh?’ She blinked, surprised, ‘Ah, no, nothing at all…just…wandering.’ She sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him that in her mind.