The scent hit me first – a warm, slightly musky aroma clinging to Tecla's nylon-covered feet. She was perched on the edge of the worn armchair, sunlight catching the delicate sheen of her pantyhose. A shy smile played on her lips as she noticed my gaze.
"You like them?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Tecla, with her fiery red hair and delicate features, always seemed a bit shy about her… interest.
I nodded, mesmerized. She was wearing simple denim jeans, rolled up slightly at the ankles, revealing more of the pantyhose. And those feet… they were perfect. She began to dangle her ballet flats, the worn leather creaking softly. The tension in the room was almost palpable.
She brought one foot closer, almost touching my face. I could see the faint impression of her toes through the nylon. It was torture. "They're a little smelly," she confessed, giggling nervously. "I've been wearing them all day."
"I don't mind," I managed to say, my voice husky. I reached out, my fingers tracing the curve of her arch through the sheer fabric. She gasped softly, her foot twitching in my hand. The nylon soles felt warm and smooth against my skin.
Tecla leaned back, her eyes half-closed. Encouraged, I brought her foot closer to my nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicating – a blend of sweet sweat and something indefinably *her*. I could feel her pulse quicken beneath my fingertips. This foot POV was incredible.
She began to move her foot, gently rubbing the nylon feet against my cheek. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. The rough denim of her jeans scratched lightly against my skin, adding to the intensity. It was an unexpected, intimate moment – a shared secret. A perfect nylonfeetlove experience.
I knew this was only the beginning. Tecla, the teen with the smelly pantyhose, had awakened something within me. This wouldn't be our last shoeplay session, not by a long shot.
