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"A Nice Surprise Walk"

It happened during my studies... I got to know this girl called Evelyn. She was in my class. She was not the most stunning girl, but once I had some chats with her, I found her very much OK. We got along very well, up to a certain level, and we spent some time together on the campus.

Not surprisingly, after some time, I invited her over to my place. Not a palace, but I had 2 floors, the first where I had my living space and kitchen, and upstairs I had my bedroom and bathroom.

It was October and quite chilly, a nice and sunny day but the days before had been rainy and temperatures had dropped.

We had had lessons together before noon, and we went lunching together. There were no afternoon classes, so I invited her for coffee. We chatted and looked at some pics I had and we had a fun time, telling about each others youth memories. And we decided to have a walk. When I cleaned up the stuff, she asked if she could use my bathroom. She went upstairs and nothing prepared me for what I saw when she came down again: she was wearing my shiny black Moncler jacket, and looking great in it. Well, not only great, but stunning and sexy. And she came down the stairs in a very sexy way, slowly caressing the wall and looking over her rim of her glasses... Mmmm, that look!

'Hey, what have we got here?'
'Well, sorry but I couldn't resist having a look in your room...'
'You mean, to look what kind of person I am? See if you would find anything nasty? And did you?'
'No, you little fool, just curious. You know us women...'
'And you seem to like this jacket? Out of all my stuff?'
'Well it just seems very nice and soft, I would love to wear it for our walk. Is that OK for you?'
'Of course, please do! And I have to say, you look gorgeous in it!'
'Hey thanks. I feel very comfortable in it too, it's so soft...'

And so we went for our walk, she wearing my Moncler jacket and I wearing my regular, rather dull jacket, no nylon at all. In fact, I never wear nylon jackets outdoors, I kept my fetish well hidden for my fellow students. I found out on the internet that there were quite a few of us, but we were all scattered around, and I guessed no one in 200 miles around me would share my feelings for anything nylon.

I took my digital camera with me, and took a lot of pictures. We had a lot of fun in the park, taking pictures of nearly anything, making fun of other people and feeding the ducks with wooden sticks. In taking so much pics, I don't think she would notice that I also took a large number of pics of her, in my jacket. These would be pics to enjoy!

When we passed the cafe in the park, I proposed to eat a snack. But she said she would rather walk some more first. We left the park and went into town, to see what was up. There was a street act and we mingled in the crowd. At that time, she put her arm around my waist, and I was glad to hold her hand, in my pocket. The act was fun to watch, and when it was over, we were in a happy mood. We went further, and now I had my arm on her shoulder. Strange, to feel the nylon of my own jacket on someone else. And on a girl... I wondered what the evening might bring...

Then we came at a bridge. When she looked down, I grabbed her from the back and put my arms around her. She moved some deeper into my grip and we stood there, looking over the water, for some time. Finally, she turned around and looked me in the eyes.
'You're such a nice person, you're like a teddy bear'
'And you're a princess, you know that?'
We looked each other in the eyes, and I held her tight, while she held me tight. I felt the nylon of her jacket and, in some funny way, it felt not as thick as I would have expected... back at my place, she was wearing a whooly sweater. Strange that I couldn't feel the thickness of this under the soft nylon. Nor did I feel any metal, where I would expect her bra...

We must have been standing there for hours. In the end, I got hungry and asked her what she thought about a snack now...
'Ah come on, you think of food too much... Anyway, there's something I wanted to say... Come, I know a very romantic spot near the canal.'

So we went to the canal, her hand in my pocket and my arm over her shoulder, like lovers do.

The spot was very romantic indeed. The lights of the city were reflecting in the water and the sound of the boats was much nicer than the noise of the cars passing by in the city center.

'I want to tell you something... I'm not hungry, because I have another feeling in my stomach...'
'I think I can guess... Does it have to do something with animals?'
'Yesss...'
'Small animals?'
'Yesss...'
'Small flying animals?'
'Yessssss...'
'Not butterflies by any chance?'
'Well, I must admit, this noon, I was soo glad you invited me over... And I enjoy our time so much, I really...'
'And I enjoy it as much as you do... You're sich a nice person...'
'And so are you... I feel that with you, I can do anything...'
'Mmmm, and you give me wings...And a hungry feeling...'
'.....'
And then she started to cry over my shoulder...

'Hey honey, what's up? Is it something I said?'
'No...'
'Look me in the eyes. Can you tell me?'
'Oh, it's so stupid...'
'What is so stupid? Would it be so stupid I would not be able to understand?'
'I must confess something...'
'No you don't have to confess anything...'
'But I do... Oh it's so hard to do...'
'Well, maybe, just start with a little word, and the rest will follow. Come here, sit on my lap and tell me. Don't be afraid, I won't bite.'
'...'
'Does it have to do with eating? You suffer from a disease?'
'No, luckily not. No...'
'Well then, it can't be that bad, can it?'
'No, I... it's just plain stupid... I'm afraid you'll find me a freak...'
'Oops... Now you got me speechless...'
'It's, well... you remember this afternoon, when I came down from my visit to the bathroom?'
'Yes, you came down and you impressed me.'
'In what way?'
'You slid down the stairs in a very sexy way. I liked it very much...and you look great in the jacket... Much greater than I look in it myself, actually...That's one of the reasons I never wear it...'
'That's true, I've never seen you wear it...'
'Well, I keep it for really cold days.'
'I like it very much... I have always loved this kind of jacket...'
'It's a rather old jacket. I bought it some 12 years ago. It's a bit out of fashion, but it's comfortable and I can't part from it.'
'When I say "I love this kind of jacket", in fact that's an understatement. It's more than that... I did have a quick look in your room, like I said. But when I saw your jacket, I couldn't resist putting it on...'
'That's OK. I know women are more into clothes... When I go shopping with my mother, she wants to try on hundreds of pieces...'
'Yes, but, with me, it's like...'
'So you put on my jacket, and I liked what I saw. And you asked if you could have it on for our walk, and I said yes... So?'
'Well, it's so great to wear. So soft, so comfortable... I could wear it, well...'
'Yes?'
'Oh I can't say this. You'll find me really stupid now...'
'Try me...'
'Mmmmmmmm...'
'Does it have to do with... When we were standing on the brigde, I was holding you tight, and you felt so... I could have sworn you were not wearing the whooly sweater you had on before...'
'Yesss... '
She couldn't look me in the eyes anymore now. She bent her head down and started whispering. I had some difficulty understanding what she said.
'I just wanted to try it on. But it felt so soft, I just had to try it without the sweater... And finally... I also took off my bra... Oh it felt so wonderfull... and then I decided that I would wear it for the walk... like that... I would be able to get back upstairs and put my sweater on without you knowing... It all looked so simple... and fun... And it was fun... wearing nothing under the jacket... it was plain fantastic... So that was the reason why I didn't want to eat a snack of course... I couldn't go into a place, taking off the jacket... And this is the moment you'll say I'm crazy, of course...'
She was really depressed now.
'Well... I...'
'Nah, don't say anything... We'll go to your place again... I'll take my sweater, leave your place and I'll never dear to look at you again... The only thing I ask is that you never mention this to anyone else...please...'
'Hey, you don't have to ask me anything of that kind... Just tell me...'
'Huh?'
'This feeling you have... is this for all jackets?'
'No, only for nylon jackets. And for shiny ones, more than for non-shiny ones.'
She still couldn't look at me. If she would have, she would have seen the glitter in my eyes. But she didn't. And she did not even hear the strange tone in my voice.
'I just can't resist, you know... it's stronger than myself... As if something is making me do this... trying on a jacket on my skin...'
'Do you do this often?'
'You mean, with other peoples jackets?'
'Well, I guess you must have such a jacket of your own?'
'I had one. But my mother threw it away. One weekend, I arrived at home and discovered it had gone... I felt miserable for weeks...'
'You didn't buy a new one?'
'Well, I have no money of myself, and my mother doesn't want to get me any jacket I like. Maybe she suspects something...'
'So when you still had your jacket, did you wear it often, like this?'
'Well, it's so embarassing to say, but... yes I did. Quite often... It was a very thick jacket, so I could only wear it from somewhere in october to end of march, or april. But whenever I could, I had a walk with it...'
'Do you have other clothes you like this way?'
'I would really like to have trousers like that. And I bet a sleeping bag would be heaven... shiny and soft... Mmmmm'
She seemed to get grips again, and she smiled when thinking of the sleeping bag...
'Do you have other fantasies like this?'
'Well, I... What kind of fantasies?'
'Like, bondage or stuff like that... fetishes...'
'No! Maybe you could call my fancy also a fetish, but I am not into fetishes. No latex on me! No ropes! No, for me it is only the feeling of the soft nylon on my skin. I hope you don't look at me as if I'm kind of a sex slave...'
The depressed feeling had made place for determination now, ready to defend her feelings.
'No, don't be afraid, I won't... Just tell me, do you have other fantasies with such jackets? Like, you ever dreamed of taking a shower with your jacket on?'
'Oh yes... That would be nice...'
'Or, like going to the beach, wearing the jacket... And then taking it off in public, showing everyone you're only wearing your string underneath?'
'Oh yes... That's one of my favorite dreams...'
Gradually, she became more happy again, glad she could tell someone...
'What about going to the shop, and trying on all the jackets like that...'
'Oh yesss... and rubbing the jackets all over my body until I come... loudly...'
'Yeah... Mmmmm... Would you also, like, mmm, have sex with the jacket on...'
'Owww, my ultimate fantasy... having massive orgasms in all nylon...'
She was nearing extasy now...
'Then I'm afraid.....'
'Huh?'
She was back on earth again.
'... very much afraid...'
She looked me in the eyes, not understanding, sad...
'... that you have...'
'?'
'... the same feeling...'
'?'
'... as I do...'
'Hah?????'
She was really astonished by this. She would never have thought this. She would never even have hoped this. And she would never have dreamed it... But it was true... Slowly, she began to understand and happily accept the fact.
'Then I guess we'll go to my place, as you said... But we won't put on your sweater any more... before tomorrow morning... And I can tell you, you didn't see all my stuff in my room...
'?'
She almost melted now...
'I've got some secret cupboard... There's some more jackets in it... and other stuff... But... Don't tell anyone else...

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