Many of you have read and commented on my fetish/fantasies. I thought it prudent to give you some backstory. Just so you get a feel from whence I come...(No pun intended). This is not a fantasy. This really happened.
I was 17, my girlfriend, whom I had been dating for only about six months, was 16. She was very grown up for 16. A woman's body. Just five feet tall, she had full breasts, a tiny waist, and luscious hips. I was in full raging testosterone overload lust with her the moment I first saw her. And she knew it.
We had often taken my car,( a restored touring four-door convertable my dad had lovingly brought back to life, and given to me to get me through high-school) and driven up to an old subdivision under construction in the hills above the Valley. The nights were very warm, and the back of the old car had enough room in the back without the rear seat, that we could lie down together, and stare up at the stars.
Marie (not her real name) and I had not yet graduated to having intercourse yet, but were experimenting with everything else. This one night we got into the back of the car, and she said she had something she wanted to show me. She peeled off her skirt and blouse, revealing a thigh-length black nylon slip. Lots of lace at the bodice, and the hem. She wore no bra beneath it. I literally grabbed my crotch in sexual anguish. She was unearthly beautiful in the moonlight. We began to make-out, lying next to each other. I had taken off my jeans, socks, shoes, and underwear. For some reason I left my T-shirt on. She snuggled close to me, rubbing against me as we kissed, our tongues playing erotic tag in and out of each others mouths, locked in passions-kiss.
As this continued, and the heat between us increased, I could feel myself becoming close to climax.....she was rubbing the soft nylon against my so-hard-a-cat-can't-scratch-it erection,,,, I told her I was about to come, and needed to slow down. I didn't want to come yet...it was all so delicious....I wanted more and more..
We came up for air. I lay back and breathed deeply for a bit, coming down from the dizzying heights. I lay there with my eyes closed for a while.....my enraged cock at full attention.....I felt her move beside me, and then my cock was encased in the soft warm nylon. Marie had taken it off and was stroking my erection, watching my face as first surprise, and then elation, and then near rapture passed over it....
"Ohh, you like that, don't you"?, she asked me..
"God, yes, I LOVE that...it feels like nothing else I've ever felt.", I replied.
"Good", she said..., and she kept moving the soft slip up and down my cock, a little faster now, and a little faster...The friction caused the material to become warm....."Cum, cum, cum', she whispered with a slight lilt at the end, almost a whimper...
I came...I exploded...she kept stroking the slip up and down my cock as it shot hot semen over the slip, soaking it, and her hand..."Yes yes yes yes mmmm yes yes!" she chanted as I emptied myself into her slip....arching my back in a final surge of climax....
We lay there for quite a while, talking about how erotic her slip-job had been. The more we talked, of course, we became hungry for more sex. This time we kissed, entangled in each others arms, naked. I had never been with her naked. There had always been some kind of clothing between us....The feel of her breasts against my now naked chest, and her hand reaching down to hold my cock was too much.... I had to have her.... She rolled on her back, me following suit, as she spread her heavenly soft thighs and I settled between them. She arched her back a little, and I slid into her...... The hot tightness of her 16 year old vagina was.....was other-worldly..I was transported to a world of hot-wet-slick-pulsing-grasping- oh-my-fucking-god- I-haven't-even-come-yet-and-I-want-to-do-this-ALOT! !! ! !
We moved together naturally, and I was on the precipice, the verge, the crest of the wave.... when what small, tiny, miniscule, bitty-bit of common sense yelled at me "PULL OUT OR YOU'LL GET HER PREGNANT!"...... Which I did, in time.... I spouted cum all over her tummy. She didn't climax. But she was not upset,...she understood. And then I understood. She was no virgin. 16 and no virgin. At first I was upset. But I was a guy. It passed. I was no longer a virgin either.
Now, it is several months later. I had driven to her house to pick her up for a movie...a drive in. This was in the '60's, when there were still drive ins. Some may remember. I had arrived early, and was talking with her parents. We got along very well. They liked me.
Marie was off the kitchen, in the laundry room. She was ironing the clothes she was going to wear that night. I glanced in the laundry, and saw her standing at the ironing board,.....and something happened. I felt my cock jump in my pants. I excused myself from her parents, and walked to the other side of the ironing board, and began to watch as she began to iron. She picked up a slip to iron first...the rule of 'most delicates first at the coolest setting', I guess. As she lay the slip out on the board, my knees got a little weak. All the blood was rushing to my cock. She picked up the iron and began to smooth out the material. It was an old iron of her mom's. Not even a steam iron. Just a big heavy metal dry iron.
I couldn't take my eyes off the scene in front of me.
Marie sensed something was up, and looked up from her ironing to see my pants bulging, my hands trying to conceal it.
She turned and closed the door between the laundry room and the kitchen. Her parents were 'cool' with us having privacy. Thank god.
She looked at me and asked, "Is this turning you on?"
"Yes, " I stammered. " I don't understand, but yes.....watching you iron is making me hot!"..
She smiled, "I like that...it's exciting.....move closer", she said.
I did as she asked, moving up to the edge of the board.
She took the tip of the iron, and just grazed my cock through the pants. She had it very low, but it was hot enough for me to feel through the cloth. It was great. My cock jumped again. I was really aroused!
"Hmmm, what else can I do?", she asked rhetorically....as she kept moving the iron over the perfect white nylon...
She stopped moving the iron. And looked at my face. She just let it sit there. The look on my face must have spoken volumes. She smiled again. She picked up the iron, looking at the slip. No damage done, but an imprint of the soleplate in the slip.
Now she reached out and unbuckled my belt, and undid my pants, letting my erection free. She picked up the hot nylon where she had set the iron, and wrapped me in it. My knees nearly gave way again.
She smiled wider. "God, this is so exciting"...she said...."would you like me to burn it?" I nearly came right then. I leaned against the doorjamb for support..
"Really?', would it excite you if I burned my slip for you?", she asked, almost giddy....
And with that, she put the iron down on her slip and turned it up several settings....and reached out to stroke me.
"Oooh, I want it to burn", she said." I want to see it burn"...
The old iron heated quickly...we began to smell it....she picked up the iron, to reveal a light brown scorch mark just beginning on the slip..
"MMmmmm, yes..yes", she cooed, and set the iron back down on the delicate fabric...and turned it up another setting.....
Now she was slowly moving the iron over the slip....it was hot enough to scorch the nylon, but not to melt the delicate synthetic....smoke began to rise from the scorching slip....she wrapped me in some of the hot material, and stroked my hard cock, very slowly...
I heard her mother say,"What's that smell?"....."Oh, just something on the iron, mom, don't worry", Marie answered her.
Marie was enjoying this....She had a lustful look on her face as she very deliberately burned an ever-widening circle in her lovely slip...
I couldn't hold back any longer,and jetted cum into the silken-grasp she held me in...."Ohh, yes baby..watch it burn..cum for me", she whispered as I convulsed over and over, filling the palm of her hand, soaking the material..
After this incident...I could never, and 45 years later, still cannot rid myself of this desire to watch a pretty woman iron her delicates, and have her burn them with the iron, as I either pull myself off... or am urged to come in another fashion....
I have had two wives that tried to satisfy my fetish, but thought that I preferred it, to them. For a while it was wonderful, then, not so much.
I now live with a wonderful woman who loves me very much, but will not even entertain listening about the fantasy, much less give in to it.
Hence my authoring my fetish/fantasies here. I thought you should know.
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