Nylon stockings

My guy went nuts the second he touched my new stockings. Now he wants them on every damn time we hook up. He's totally hooked on running his palms from my thigh down to my toes, dragging his fingertips over that silky nylon like he's petting a prize. He sighs every time the fabric makes that tiny whispering sound. I pretend I'm above it, but the second his hand glides past my knee I can't help grinning like the cat who got the cream. The weirder part? He never rushes. Takes forever, tracing every little seam until my foot's practically begging to curl.