I can always sense a man’s pantyhose fetish phone sex desire before he says anything. It’s in the way his attention stays on my legs for a little too long, and how he loses his line of thought as I slowly cross them. I’ve had several callers admit it in their most vulnerable moments, but seeing that need in real life? That is a totally different level. And on my blind date with Jon, I noticed it immediately. He was nice, charming in a bashful way, and seemed unsure of what to anticipate from me. We made small chat at a candlelit pub, with our knees sometimes brushing against the table. I waited until our second drink before saying the sentence that usually changes everything: “So, I’m a phone sex operator.” That caught his attention. He sat up taller, grinned awkwardly, and asked the question I was expecting.
“Do guys ever talk to you about… weird stuff?” He asked. “Every single day.” I replied . “I’ve got this thing since I can remember. I suppose you could call it a pantyhose fetish. But I haven’t told anyone.” I was saturated from the moment those words left his mouth. I did not need to tease… I needed to act. I slowly put my hand beneath my skirt and removed my pantyhose right there at the table. I presented them to him with a cheeky smirk. “Go put those on. Right now.”
He looked at me, shocked. Of course, he didn’t expect to reveal his pantyhose obsession to a stranger. But then he stood up, pantyhose in hand, and went into the restroom. I almost came as I imagined him sliding them on, shivering with excitement and arousal. When he returned, I put my fingers between his legs, feeling the silky nylon spread over his thighs and his firm, throbbing cock beneath it.
But then I went further. “You like how that feels?” I inquired, touching softly. He nodded. I leaned into his ear, whispering my next dare. “Go back in there, find a cock, and get to your knees. “I want you to do a blowjob in my pantyhose.”
The strength in that moment made my heart beat. It was thrilling to see him obey, knowing he was in a public washroom playing out the pantyhose fetish fantasy he’d never dared to express aloud. When he returned, hot and shaking, he said quietly, “He finished in my mouth.” I kissed him, deeply and dirty. I wanted to experience humiliation, release, and surrender. Since then, Ethan has been one of my favorite callers. Sometimes he slides inside my hose and beckons me from his knees. Other times, I murmur directions for his first authentic anal fantasy. Of course, we’ve had several sessions of deep, pantyhose fetish phone sex. Nothing makes me happier than taking your secret kink and making it a reality. A pantyhose fetish phone sex desire does not have to be hidden away. With me, you may explore, own, and experience it. So go ahead, baby. Show me what you are concealing. Because I already know how much you need it. Call 1-888-402-8669 and ask for Venus!
