Tracey teased Jeff all the time. She used her delicious sexy petticoats, her slips and her very girly lingerie and their shared love of the pretty lace and wonderful silken nylon of beautiful lingerie to bring him to such arousal whenever she had the chance. Then she could do any silky thing she liked with him. She would buy a transparent button-through glistening white dress, with little lace-edged puff cap sleeves and collar – so pretty and feminine - but instead of wearing the opaque slip under it which was provided, she would wear a lavishly lacy slip, two layers of the sheerest silky glistening nylon, heavy with delicate lace. With suspenders, silky sheer panties and gleaming silky bridal stockings and stiletto heels, she would open the door when he came home, take him to their bedroom and undress him. She would sit him – erect and aroused, with a drop of cum already on the tip of his sex. Then she would produce a very silky sheer nylon white scarf, pull it through her panties and lie on the bed masturbating, by drawing it backwards and forwards across her pussy. She would shout out, in her orgasm, ‘Oh this is so sexy, so girly, so silky …!’ When she could see his twitching cock could stand it no longer, she’d slide off the bed and straddle him on his chair, his sex guided under her panties into her pussy. His nibbling of her nipples, their kissing, her perfume and lingerie, would all make her come again. Just as he was about to pump semen into her sexy body, she would slide off and disappear. She might come back into the room wearing a very full sheer nylon skirt of black with white polka dots. She would sit on the sofa with her legs out so that the glistening layers of silky white nylon chiffon petticoat, with their lovely three-inch lace hems, would cascade out. His cock fully restored to its 30 degrees from vertical position, she would once again come and sit bestride him, so that he could feel all the wonderful silky fullness of skirt and petticoats. With hands in little sheer silky gloves, she would brush the silky nylon of her sheer blouse over her erect nipples under the lacy breast of a transparent camisole. Then she would tell him, ‘When I went to work this morning, I decided to wear that lacy sheer new double-nylon full slip and matching lacy French knickers you bought me. I’d only gone a few hundred yards when I realised just how much the friction of the girly silkiness and all the lace under my dress was turning me on. Then I began to think about the sexy slip I was wearing …’ With one hand, she was massaging his cock with a handful of chiffon and lace. He had undone her silky blouse and was sucking her now almost half-inch long nipple. ‘So I went into a café and ordered a latte, then began to rub the four delicious nylon layers of my petticoat and knickers over my pussy and imagine the pretty lace and your cock. Nobody saw my amazing orgasm.’ Already the lace of her petticoats was sticky with his semen. She pulled off her skirt and dragged him to the bed and mounted him. Despite the silky transparency of her petticoats and the sheer knickers under them, her glistening nylons, and her lacy suspenders, which he could see in the mirror above them, he withstood orgasm for another twenty minutes of wonderful sex. As he finally released a flood of come into her, gently fingering her clitoris, and she orgasmed, she shouted, ‘Oh, fuck me … because … ahhh …I love … my …pretty silky … lacy … ohhh! … things, my sexy …. nylon lingerie … ahhhhhh … and all the lace … and having wonderful .. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …! … sex with you …!’