Linette

[JDFC]

Hi everyone. This is Linette, the future wife of JDFC and the girl in his profile picture. Since I have the day off from work today, I figured I should tell you all about the events of yesterday. Let me preface the story by saying that my guy has a real stocking obsession, maybe a fetish you might say. He loves to see me in nylons, and goes ga-ga when he sees a woman immaculately clad in nylons in public. I don't get jealous or even raise an eyebrow toward this behavior, because I know that he will always be faithful to me.

I usually awake at 7:30 every weekday morning to get ready be at work by nine, but I stayed in bed until 8:30 since both my man and I would be attending a job fair near in Cherry Hill starting at 11:00. I'll spare you the details, but he was rather upset about the amount of employers that decided to show. As we stood in line, he got an eyeful of the few women roughly our age (mid-twenties) that chose to wear both skirts and stockings. After we left the job fair and drove to the mall to grab some lunch, I made an off the cuff remark that most women our age nowadays don't wear skirts and stockings together. He agreed with me, confessing that that look drove him crazy. This is mainly why I will leave home in the morning in skirts, stockings and heels when I go to work, and why I tease him by walking out the door to my car without the shoes on my feet.

Anyway, getting back to the events of Thursday afternoon. After leaving the mall, I removed the black 2" heeled loafers and propped my black stockinged feet up on the dashboard almost immediately after we got on the interstate. That was just after 1:30. I gave my guy a good eyeful of my wiggling toes and rather sexy feet for the next 45 minutes, before we reached home. I then changed my clothes and removed my makeup as he watched television. Something must have gotten into him later on that afternoon, because he held me down and began tickling and kissing my entire body. I thought I would laugh myself hoarse as he did this, since I am incredibly ticklish as he has probably told you all in the past.

[JDFC]

I would like to tell all the guys and girls here about what Freddie did to me last night. I like to wear stockings and hose to bed at times in the winter because I tend to get cold very easily. Last night in New Jersey, temperatures in the teens as well as winds near thirty miles per hour chilled me to the bone. Yesterday was obviously a day for love, being Valentine's day, and Freddie took full advantage of it. Clad in a black bra and lacy black panties coupled with a lovely pair of royal blue hose, I spent most of the night on my stomach while my legs were bent upwards at the knees while Freddie teased my feet. At the same time I was twisting and turning with all my might to escape from under his busy mouth and fingertips. Near the end, I was so exhausted that I let him do whatever he wanted to me. After which, Freddie tore open the seat of my hose, and then you can guess what happens next.

[JDFC]

The past three days with my lovely girl Linette have been absolute heaven for me. As many of you might already know from my previous posts, Lynn has hated to wear shoes ever since she was a little girl and she has gone shoeless whenever she could for as long as she could remember. What she did yesterday when she came home from work with an inch and a half of snow on the ground excited me to the core. Before getting to that, I would like to tell you all about Monday and Tuesday. Monday was a typical day in our lives as she was dressed immacculately in her checkered skirtsuit, black opaque pantyhose and a pair of black 3" pumps. As per usual, she would come home for lunch and walk from her car in the driveway over the sidewalk toward the back door without any shoes on her feet. There is a little joke between us that the reason she comes home for lunch is so that I could rub and tickle her feet, although in reality I rarely do that to her when she is home during her lunch hour.

Like she has done more than a few nights this winter, Lynn wore her hose to bed that night due to the fact that her legs would get very cold (the other fact that I love when she does this has no effect whatsoever on her decision BTW). Most nights she wears her stockings to bed, I would take this special opportunity to suck, lick, tickle, and just play in general with those two nyloned beauties. And in the middle of almost every night, stockings or no stockings, Lynn would flip herself over so that I would have the luxury of laying my head against her silky smooth legs.

On Tuesday, I invited Lynn to a career fair up near Philadelphia that I was scheduled to attend that day. Since she had runs on various places on both legs between her knees and ankles, she was smartly dressed in a black pantsuit with the same pair of hose that she wore the previous night in bed. During the drive up the interstate, Lynn as she always does when she is riding with me in the car indulged in some major shoeplay during the hour that we were on the road from the house to the hotel. After which we stopped at a mall near the hotel for some lunch. On the way home, we chatted about how many people especially our age (mid twenties) don't know how to dress professionally anymore. As she slept soundly on our bed early in the evening, I could not control my tickling urges as I lightly scratched against the soles of her feet and her most ticklish spot on her upper back. Lynn once again wore those same pair of stockings to bed, and once again she flipped herself over in the middle of the night so that I laid my head on her soft nyloned legs.

Yesterday when she left for work at a quarter to eight in the morning clad in those opaque black pantyhose along with her black dress slacks and her light blue turtleneck, the ground was just dusted with snow. By time she came home from her job as a front desk clerk at a small office, there was a significant amount of snow on the ground. I just happened to come from the bathroom into the kitchen at the exact moment Lynn exited her car and walked toward the house. I had the perfect opportunity to see her place her shoes and purse on the raised porch as she walked over to the grass and plunged her feet into the pile of cold snow that I had just brushed from the walk. I knew that sticking her tiny, sexy size five stocking feet into the snow was something she had wanted to do for a while. My heart raced as I watched my 'sexy playa' walk up toward the door and enter the house, shoes in hand. Lynn then sat down at the kitchen counter and extended her feet out as I furiously licked the rapidly melting snow off. The rest of that day and night, as with every day and night, I continued to kiss her everywhere from her forehead to her toes.