From the first time I saw a woman in fishnet stockings I was fascinated and I was only 10 years old.

Well now I am 35 and know the power that they can weld over a man.

Carmen was a wonderful woman. She was the office secretary.

She dresses very well and I must say I always enjoy the view from my office. From my desk if I get over to the corner of my desk I get a great view of her legs while she is working. On this one particular day in June when the office was very warm I looked over in the direction of Carmen's desk and saw that not only had her skirt riden up her legs mid way of her thighs, but that she was wearing fishnet stockings. She had not ever worn them to the office before. The sight of her legs covered in those fishnet stockings and the shiney tall black Stillettos reawakened my intense addition aqnd desire to kiss those legs . But this day when Carmen noticed me looking her way, she toyed her lips and pulled her skirt higher revealing the satin tops of those fishnets and the garter belt that was straining to hold those fishnets in place. After that I knew that she knew how turned on I was.

At the end of the day she said to me "I need a hand getting out of these shoes and these tight stockings could you help me?" I told her I could if she would let me help myself at the same time. Fast forward to me knocking on her front door.

She opens the door in only the fishnets, stilettos and the smallest bra I have ever seen.

But maybe her tits were just too big for that tiny bra. Once inside I dropped to my knees and kissed her beautiful shoes and moved up her leg kissing and carressing her legs all the time. She loved it.

When I reached the top on the stockings she said we need to finish this in my bedroom. I followed her into that den of pleasure. It was so plush and insanely erotic that I could not hide the effects this whole scene had on my now fully charged up length. She lay back on the bed and told me to have at it but not too fast, she wanted to enjoy it. I stripped down to my wife beater t-shirt and that's all.

When my length sprang out of my pants she gasped. She said did these stocking do that? I told her no, not really, those fisnets did this as I parted her legs and lay my length on her softness for a moment then I drove it into that sweet piece of heaven on earth. She dug her fingernails into my back for a moment to mix pain with the pleasure. Like a prize winning throughbread the pain only spurred me on to ride harder and faster. I was slamming into her wet softness. She was calling my name in a way that sounded like a song that I knew as a kid. Her head was lengthed back and her mouth was wide open, she was breathing heavy. I could tell that she was nearing that special moment when a person is suspended between life and death, heaven and hell, stop and go, yes the WHOOOOOOOOOOO WEEEEEE moment.

My ball were banging into her soft place and it began to feel like they were filling up for their moment of expression. Carmen drug her nails across my chest. It drove me closer to my ultimate goal. She began to shudder and her legs started to shake, she moaned real loud and then dug her fingernails into my back again.

My load had to be delivered right now. I gave her as many more strokes as I could before the eruption of man cum gushed out of me.

My hands were on her legs, on the fishnets pulling her to me more and more so she got all of my essence in her tight yet oh so wet warmth of love.

She was cummming again. When it was over she told me that whenever she wears them she will think of me, and I should be ready to give her a good playing when I see them cause that why she has them on in the first place. Go figure, how could such a small thing be so powerful?