Outdoor by the Mittelland Canal 3: Hot Nylon Stroll
After a short but steamy walk to the canal, I was really starting to get warm. My stockings were trapping the heat. I had to take off my shiny sports leggings first. Then, the gentle breeze along the canal path could blow through my nylon and cool my damp, hot penis and balls. Behind me—so it seemed—were cyclists. I should probably hurry to get to my neighbor. There I could relax undisturbed. Too bad not everyone likes men in stockings, so RUN Nylon RUN!
