Nylon plays

She runs her hands down her thighs, slow and deliberate. The nylon clings to her skin, shiny and cool at first, then warm under her fingers. She cups her ass and squeezes, feeling the fabric stretch, the give of soft flesh beneath. The sensation shoots straight to her cunt. She slips a hand between her legs, pressing the sheer material right against her slit, rubbing in little circles until the fabric grows damp. Her breath catches. She pushes her fingers harder, the nylon sliding slick between her lips, and she leans into it, chasing that tight, teasing pressure until her thighs start to shake.