Nylon Feet Novels & Stories

was the heaviest. Jenny’s knees began to go numb against the stone surface. There was only a layer of denim between her kneecaps and the stone. The hardness and coldness of the stone were transmitted directly to her kneecaps, and from there to the inner sides of her thighs. Her toes were curled up inside her high heels, with the tendons on the tops of her feet stretched taut.

“Big sis!” Here he was, trying to flirt, and Nylah had dragged him out. Now, they ran into Britney… If the boss found out about this, things would be a mess! Britney was 168 cm tall, with a proportional body, while Nylah was at least 175 cm. Her curvy figure was dressed in a loose casual coat. Even though Britney wore 8 cm heels, she only managed to match Nylah’s height, who wore casual flat shoes.

As Renee felt something brush against her foot, she paused mid-sip, slightly startled. Lowering her gaze, she noticed a polished leather shoe resting beside her high heel. Her feet, size 37, were average—neither big nor small—but now, compared to the man’s shoe, they looked like a child’s toy. Her eyes traced up from the shoes, following long legs wrapped in sleek black trousers, the sharp crease in the fabric exuding a sense of restrained power. Renee didn’t look for long, assuming the contact had been accidental, and instinctively moved her foot away.

Anyone Finn spoke of with that kind of awe in his voice was welcome on my team. Spots of dull silver dotted her thighs. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a high knot. The sleeves of her suit thingy came up and laced through her fingers like gloves. Her boots came up to her knees and looked made of the tough denier fabric of military footwear. Since I hadn't heard her approach, I guessed they were also made with a specialized rubber sole.

Jonny is rubbing his palms against his face as he enters the back door to the kitchen without even looking back at me. I stare off into space until Jonny returns and hands me the plate of salad and meat. Jonny looks at my feet on the end of the chair before asking, “what’s your shoe size? Your damn foot is smaller than the palm of my hand”! I laugh as I continue to chew the bite in my mouth before answering, “I’m a four in girls or a three in boys in sneakers. I’m a five in dress shoes though because they’re so narrow”. “So technically you wear a children’s shoe size?”, he asks.

the man inquired. Richard stood there in silence. "I have to speak with you, Sir," another man approached them, interrupting their conversation. "We'll have more time to talk now that I'm back," the man replied, then walked away. The sound of Natalie's heels caught everyone's attention as they lifted their heads to locate the source. Her 4-inch red heels emitted a distinctive but captivating sound, resonating both near and far. All eyes turned in awe as they recognized the owner of the heels. Her hair was neatly tied, and her dress was crafted from luxurious sequined fabric, 80% polyester and 20% spandex. The dress featured a feathers-trimmed open back, giving her a classy yet sexy appearanc

"Speaking of feet, your boots look fantastic on you, Mom." "Yeah fantastically slutty you mean, but I guess that is why you bought them for me huh, Tony." Slutty indeed as the black leather boots with their 4.5 inch stiletto heels come all the way up to her knees. He doesn't bother to respond. Instead he gives her a wan smile indicating what she said is the truth.

I was less and less focused on the TV show but rather, my gaze went from her pretty face over her tight dress down to her beautiful legs, encased in the 15 denier tan and almost see-through pantyhose. I admired her cute little Asian feet as they were so close to me, encased in these nylons, and maybe just waiting for some attention. My hands slowly moved over Susan's amazing body, from her head over her breasts and sex down to her pantyhosed legs and feet. Susan giggled as I caressed her pantyhose-encased feet and legs, as she knew how much of a turn-on they were for me.

Once we had all finished our food, Layken left Tenley and me so we could shower and leave. “Tenley, my shoes are at the bottom of the pond. Do you have any I could borrow?” “What size shoe do you wear?” “I wear a size seven.” “You are in luck, same here. Pick any pair you would like,” Tenley said. Then she opens her closet, showing me over fifty pairs of shoes that could fit any occasion.

he added a little worried. I raised my eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "Most of the sizes here starts at 8," he answered. "R-Really?" I winced a bit. "How about kids size?" "Kids here don't wear slippers or any kind of footwear unless they turn 12 where their feet turn size 8."