HappySwitch
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I had this problem at home with my sink. It was slowly dripping from the pipe under it going to the drain, and as I am really not good with any handiwork, I had to finally accept after many attempt to repair it myself, to contact a plumber.
To be honest, I have a strong nylon fetish and since I work from home since the pandemic, I found out it was easy for me to wear them all day long in the comfort of my own home. I was way to shy to go out wearing some, but at home, I would wear it with nothing else under, to feel the fabric all over my skin. I was wearing some skirts too that I would steal from my wife to make this all a little bit more exciting. I had quite an extensive collection of nylons, in all colours, but my favourite were navy blue and and white. The day my ordeal happened I was sporting some brand new white soft opaque nylons.
Like I said, I had a meeting with a plumber for a reparation in my house and I thought it would be fun to wear nylons under my pants so he wouldn't notice and the secret would excite me. When he arrived, I was so shy I thought I would get caught but he was a plumber, not a psychic so I let him enter the house and showed him where was the problem. He then proceeds to install himself under the sink and started working.
I went back to my home office in the basement and continued working. I had some slippers on my feet to hide my white nylons. I was so used to work alone that I didn't notice I had remove them to let my feet breathe. The guy upstairs called me to get some information so I went to him forgetting I had not put back my slippers.... When I arrived in the bathroom, I remembered and got nervous instantly. I saw him take a glimpse of my feet and rapidly looking up at me and talked like he didn't saw something strange. I gave him the info he wanted and thought to myself "It was close!!" I went back in the basement not worrying that he would find me strange.
After an hour of work, I went back up (with slippers on this time) to ask him if it was done. He was indeed but I could tell by the look of his eyes, shiny, and by the smile he had in his face that something was off. "Is everything fine?" I asked. "Yeah, yeah, quite a simple procedure here. But sorry to be awkward, but I noticed something that I wanted to ask you". "Go on" I said, feeling my face getting red by the seconds. "I may be really wrong and I'm sorry for that, but I couldn't help but noticed you were maybe wearing some white nylons. Isn't it strange for a guy?". My heart was beating so fast I thought I would faint. What could I answer? Should I lie ? He definitely saw it so lying would only make it more strange and bizarre. In fact, it was just a piece of clothe so I went all in and confessed "Yes, I'm guilty haha. I like to wear nylons, it makes me feel good and I love to feel the soft fabric on my skin" I thought he would be disgusted but no, he smiled and said, nicely "Don't be ashamed, I can't believe I'll say this, but I love it too!!!". I was so suprised. We then both started to talk about pantyhose, nylons, brands, deniers, colours, etc. I couldn't believe I was discussing this with a stranger, even more, a guy.
After maybe an hour of discussion he looked at me a little more serious and said "Can I ask you a personal question, and trust me, you may find this strange". At this point I was like, who cares, go on. "Are you ticklish?" I didn't expect this question at all..... In fact, I never really asked myself that, and took few seconds before answering bravely "I don't really think so...". I didn't know what to expect about all that. He said "I don't have another job today, so maybe and sorry again for all that, maybe we could try to find out". Now it was really getting awkward and I thought to myself that I should stop this discussion right there and tell him to leave. But damn I was getting excited by that to my surprise and wanted to see where it would go. "Yes, why not, could be fun".
I never saw someone so delighted by a simple answer. We talked a bit about his tickling fetish, that he always secretly wanted to find a guy to play with and that he wouldn't mind letting me keep my white nylons on. He also asked me politely if I would agree to let him tie me down. I this point I was like, hell, it is not like my life is passionate, I never tried something wild in my entire life, let's do it. He was so enchanted! We went to my bedroom and while I was lying down on the bed, removing my pants and shirt and just keeping the nylons on, he went to his truck and came back with duct tape, some ropes (I was a bit nervous, as he was a plumber, so why do he needed ropes in his truck....) and a toolbox. When he started to immobilize me on the bed, spread eagle and my arms over my head, the way he was working and at the speed he was doing it, I started to think that he may has been more professional than he said. Anyways, it was too late at this point, I was all tied down, nervous, but ready. He look at his work and said to me, with a little change in his face "I may have lied.... a little bit.... It is in fact not my first time! Sorry.... That's my secret side life.... I consider myself, in all modesty, a professional tickler, and I never thought I would have the chance to find a victim so easily". I couldn't believe what he was telling me. "Ok, it is not funny anymore, I don't know what you had in mind really, but I don't want to play anymore" He looked at me and said "Oh my dear, it is too late for that.... And I can't believe the chance I have..... white nylons, my favourite, and no underwear" "What!?! What do you mean about that?!?" "You find out later". With no warning wathsovever I saw him grab one of my feet and started tickling my sole. The feeling was so intense but I tried not to let him know that I was way more ticklish than I thought.
"You are resisting ?! No problem, it will juste be funnier for me". He continued without hesitation on both my feet, going all over it, not missing a single spot. I coudln't believe some could be "skilled" at tickling but damn he was definitely good. I resisted a few minutes, but couldn't help let out a little giggle. I was exposed! "Aw!!! Now it is starting to look more like it" He went to his tool box and took two hair brushes out. Now at this point I knew he had really planned this from the start. What happened next was the most ticklish experience I ever had even when my dad or my brother would tickle me for fun. He was racking all over my soles with the brushes and at this point, I couldn't stand it anymore. I burst all out in uncontrollable laughter and started to beg for mercy "Please haahahhahaha, please stop, you made your point, I'm ticklish". "Stop?!, right know, I havent played with you more than 30 minutes. I thought we could do at least an hour" "No!!!!!!! ahahahah, I can't stand it..... please stop....". "Well, there's a body part of yours that tells me the contrary". "Whaattt do you mean!?" I asked afraid. "Look at your cock.... it doesn't lie... I can tell you are all hard from all this" I this point I noticed what he was saying. I was in fact hard as hell.... The tickling aroused me!!!
"What will I do with that, you little kinky one?!" He had stopped on my feet and was going over the top of me. "Let's keep this hard on strong" He started to tickle my nipples and I wasn't expecting that at all "Hey...... no!!!! Don't touch me there...... ahahhahahahha, god it tickles!!!!" "You are really fun to play with in all honesty". He continued on my nipples for what seemed like and eternity, driving me completly nuts by the minute. He was also tickling my sides and underarms and I never thought I was ticklish there but he was so skilled that I couldn't resist laughing and begging. But god was I still hard!!! He stopped, I was all sweaty from the intense tickling and he said with a smile "I think you deserve a gift for being such a good sport" What he had in mind at this point was beyond what I could imagine.
He took an electric toothbrush from is toolbox, started it and without waiting for me to understand what he wanted to do, he rapidly used it on my cock, over the nylon fabric. The sensation was amazing and terrifying at the same time!!!! Everything was vibrating, all over my cock. He went all over it, over my balls, my inner tights, i was tickling so much. To my dismay, I wanted so much to cum at this point that I begged for it. "No problem, I will do this for you". He stoped the brush and started to drop down my nylons, exposing my hard cock in all its glory. The hand job he gave me was feeling so good at this point I wasn't thinking straight. After a few minutes of him stroking me like a pro, I burst out in the must amazing orgasm I had in a long time.
But when I thought it would be over now, he looked at me and said "You know, your body is way more sensitive after an orgasm, so what do you say if you we continue for some few more hours?!" "Noooooo I answered, no more tickling, you are insane" "Well, it seems like you are alone and have some time to spare so it is not like you can go and escape, so I'll decide when it will be over"
To be continued..... maybe, if some wants to throw out ideas for a sequel.
To be honest, I have a strong nylon fetish and since I work from home since the pandemic, I found out it was easy for me to wear them all day long in the comfort of my own home. I was way to shy to go out wearing some, but at home, I would wear it with nothing else under, to feel the fabric all over my skin. I was wearing some skirts too that I would steal from my wife to make this all a little bit more exciting. I had quite an extensive collection of nylons, in all colours, but my favourite were navy blue and and white. The day my ordeal happened I was sporting some brand new white soft opaque nylons.
Like I said, I had a meeting with a plumber for a reparation in my house and I thought it would be fun to wear nylons under my pants so he wouldn't notice and the secret would excite me. When he arrived, I was so shy I thought I would get caught but he was a plumber, not a psychic so I let him enter the house and showed him where was the problem. He then proceeds to install himself under the sink and started working.
I went back to my home office in the basement and continued working. I had some slippers on my feet to hide my white nylons. I was so used to work alone that I didn't notice I had remove them to let my feet breathe. The guy upstairs called me to get some information so I went to him forgetting I had not put back my slippers.... When I arrived in the bathroom, I remembered and got nervous instantly. I saw him take a glimpse of my feet and rapidly looking up at me and talked like he didn't saw something strange. I gave him the info he wanted and thought to myself "It was close!!" I went back in the basement not worrying that he would find me strange.
After an hour of work, I went back up (with slippers on this time) to ask him if it was done. He was indeed but I could tell by the look of his eyes, shiny, and by the smile he had in his face that something was off. "Is everything fine?" I asked. "Yeah, yeah, quite a simple procedure here. But sorry to be awkward, but I noticed something that I wanted to ask you". "Go on" I said, feeling my face getting red by the seconds. "I may be really wrong and I'm sorry for that, but I couldn't help but noticed you were maybe wearing some white nylons. Isn't it strange for a guy?". My heart was beating so fast I thought I would faint. What could I answer? Should I lie ? He definitely saw it so lying would only make it more strange and bizarre. In fact, it was just a piece of clothe so I went all in and confessed "Yes, I'm guilty haha. I like to wear nylons, it makes me feel good and I love to feel the soft fabric on my skin" I thought he would be disgusted but no, he smiled and said, nicely "Don't be ashamed, I can't believe I'll say this, but I love it too!!!". I was so suprised. We then both started to talk about pantyhose, nylons, brands, deniers, colours, etc. I couldn't believe I was discussing this with a stranger, even more, a guy.
After maybe an hour of discussion he looked at me a little more serious and said "Can I ask you a personal question, and trust me, you may find this strange". At this point I was like, who cares, go on. "Are you ticklish?" I didn't expect this question at all..... In fact, I never really asked myself that, and took few seconds before answering bravely "I don't really think so...". I didn't know what to expect about all that. He said "I don't have another job today, so maybe and sorry again for all that, maybe we could try to find out". Now it was really getting awkward and I thought to myself that I should stop this discussion right there and tell him to leave. But damn I was getting excited by that to my surprise and wanted to see where it would go. "Yes, why not, could be fun".
I never saw someone so delighted by a simple answer. We talked a bit about his tickling fetish, that he always secretly wanted to find a guy to play with and that he wouldn't mind letting me keep my white nylons on. He also asked me politely if I would agree to let him tie me down. I this point I was like, hell, it is not like my life is passionate, I never tried something wild in my entire life, let's do it. He was so enchanted! We went to my bedroom and while I was lying down on the bed, removing my pants and shirt and just keeping the nylons on, he went to his truck and came back with duct tape, some ropes (I was a bit nervous, as he was a plumber, so why do he needed ropes in his truck....) and a toolbox. When he started to immobilize me on the bed, spread eagle and my arms over my head, the way he was working and at the speed he was doing it, I started to think that he may has been more professional than he said. Anyways, it was too late at this point, I was all tied down, nervous, but ready. He look at his work and said to me, with a little change in his face "I may have lied.... a little bit.... It is in fact not my first time! Sorry.... That's my secret side life.... I consider myself, in all modesty, a professional tickler, and I never thought I would have the chance to find a victim so easily". I couldn't believe what he was telling me. "Ok, it is not funny anymore, I don't know what you had in mind really, but I don't want to play anymore" He looked at me and said "Oh my dear, it is too late for that.... And I can't believe the chance I have..... white nylons, my favourite, and no underwear" "What!?! What do you mean about that?!?" "You find out later". With no warning wathsovever I saw him grab one of my feet and started tickling my sole. The feeling was so intense but I tried not to let him know that I was way more ticklish than I thought.
"You are resisting ?! No problem, it will juste be funnier for me". He continued without hesitation on both my feet, going all over it, not missing a single spot. I coudln't believe some could be "skilled" at tickling but damn he was definitely good. I resisted a few minutes, but couldn't help let out a little giggle. I was exposed! "Aw!!! Now it is starting to look more like it" He went to his tool box and took two hair brushes out. Now at this point I knew he had really planned this from the start. What happened next was the most ticklish experience I ever had even when my dad or my brother would tickle me for fun. He was racking all over my soles with the brushes and at this point, I couldn't stand it anymore. I burst all out in uncontrollable laughter and started to beg for mercy "Please haahahhahaha, please stop, you made your point, I'm ticklish". "Stop?!, right know, I havent played with you more than 30 minutes. I thought we could do at least an hour" "No!!!!!!! ahahahah, I can't stand it..... please stop....". "Well, there's a body part of yours that tells me the contrary". "Whaattt do you mean!?" I asked afraid. "Look at your cock.... it doesn't lie... I can tell you are all hard from all this" I this point I noticed what he was saying. I was in fact hard as hell.... The tickling aroused me!!!
"What will I do with that, you little kinky one?!" He had stopped on my feet and was going over the top of me. "Let's keep this hard on strong" He started to tickle my nipples and I wasn't expecting that at all "Hey...... no!!!! Don't touch me there...... ahahhahahahha, god it tickles!!!!" "You are really fun to play with in all honesty". He continued on my nipples for what seemed like and eternity, driving me completly nuts by the minute. He was also tickling my sides and underarms and I never thought I was ticklish there but he was so skilled that I couldn't resist laughing and begging. But god was I still hard!!! He stopped, I was all sweaty from the intense tickling and he said with a smile "I think you deserve a gift for being such a good sport" What he had in mind at this point was beyond what I could imagine.
He took an electric toothbrush from is toolbox, started it and without waiting for me to understand what he wanted to do, he rapidly used it on my cock, over the nylon fabric. The sensation was amazing and terrifying at the same time!!!! Everything was vibrating, all over my cock. He went all over it, over my balls, my inner tights, i was tickling so much. To my dismay, I wanted so much to cum at this point that I begged for it. "No problem, I will do this for you". He stoped the brush and started to drop down my nylons, exposing my hard cock in all its glory. The hand job he gave me was feeling so good at this point I wasn't thinking straight. After a few minutes of him stroking me like a pro, I burst out in the must amazing orgasm I had in a long time.
But when I thought it would be over now, he looked at me and said "You know, your body is way more sensitive after an orgasm, so what do you say if you we continue for some few more hours?!" "Noooooo I answered, no more tickling, you are insane" "Well, it seems like you are alone and have some time to spare so it is not like you can go and escape, so I'll decide when it will be over"
To be continued..... maybe, if some wants to throw out ideas for a sequel.
