The feel of nylon

His eyes dipped down to see Makoto was wearing her nylon stockings. His lips bent upwards.

Like a gymnast, Ren swung himself off the table, which he then leaned against with one hand, resting the other on his hip. His hard member was eye-level with Makoto.

She slanted her head with intrigue. “Its so big… I can’t believe there’s such a giant thing all the way down there.”

He grinned. “So Makoto,” he began, talking as if he was seducing a girl at a high-class bar, “when I met Ann, she told me about a certain _someone _she wanted. I'm wondering if you’re the same?”

She let out a chuckle and stood up, setting down her book. “Not playing coy I see.”

“I’ve been feeling more open-minded recently.” He cupped her chin. “And the Makoto I know always sought new experiences.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m everything you know about Makoto.” She stared at him with her reddish-brown eyes.

His hand left her chin and moved downwards, lightly caressing her clothed body, until stopping above the knee of a leg. Ren pressed a finger into her leg and slowly dragged the digit up her thigh while saying, “You know, I’ve been wondering what nylon feels like, but I don’t want to trouble you with the effort of undressing… yet.” His finger finished its uphill trip by flicking her skirt.

Makoto bit her lip. “I can help you with that.” She faced the table, planted her hands flat on it and poked out her rear. “I’ll leave the back entrance open for you.” She said with a wink, spacing out her legs.

Would’ve like to have done this in the council room, but hey, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth as they say. Ren thought as he positioned himself behind her.

He pressed his bare front to her clothed back. His hands reached under her skirt and caressed her outer thighs, rubbing them in circular motions. His shaft grinded between her firm, nylon-covered buttocks.

Ren slated his cock horizontally, then slid it into the gap between her inner thighs. Makoto’s well-exercised leg muscles were hard, applying more pressure to his rod than Ann’s tight pussy did, though not enough to stop him shifting it back and forth.

The texture of her nylon. The pressure of her thighs. The heat of her body. All of them made him groan and quiver with bliss.

Ren stifled his moaning by locking lips with Makoto. As their tongues wiggled with each other, his hands left her legs and crawled up her torso.

They slithered across her vest before halting at her chest and groping the breasts hidden under the layers of clothing.

Makoto began to shift her legs, helping grind his meat.

Ren froze in the middle of the kiss as his body tightened. The pop of pleasure was imminent. “Makoto, I’m…”

“Shhhh, relax and let it out.” She soothed. Ren did so, closing his eyes as he popped.

The majority of his discharge was soaked up by Makoto’s stockings.

Lightheaded, he slumped onto her back. Makoto bent over, bending him with her, until their top halves rested on the table.

After a few minutes, Makoto spoke. “How did the nylon feel?”

“It felt damn good!” He replied. The two shared a light giggle as they got up.

Ren checked his cock to see that it was – as always – still erect, but also reddened. He frowned. Shit. I’ve been too rough with my fellow.

“Need some fixing?” called Pixie from above.

Ren gazed up at the fairy, cocking a brow. “Enjoy the show?”

She leered down at him. “A lot! And as they say: The show must go on!” She threw her hands up and spun. Green light passed over Ren, tickling his body with a nice sensation, especially around his dick. Checking it again, he saw it was back to its normal colour. “Can’t have your dagger getting blunt.”

“Interesting.” Said Makoto, rubbing her chin. “While it’s doubtfully we’ll encounter any enemies here, Pixie’s support abilities will definitely come in handy. Speaking of which…” She gestured to her uniform. Not only had Ren stained her stockings with cum, but he also rubbed the dirt from his body into her clothes, plus some on her face. “You wouldn’t happened to have any which can clean clothes?”

Pixie smirked, resting her chin in her hands. “Nope. You’re gonna have to deal with the mess yourself.”