Apprentice, Ch. 01: Sunday

CHAPTER 1: The First Encounter

INTRODUCTION

The Apprentice is a longer erotic story with emphasis on the characters' thoughts and feelings. There's not much "action" going on in the first few chapters, but there will be more of that later on.

At the time of publishing this first chapter, early November 2026, the first three chapters are finished and more than half of the fourth is written.

[His point of view.]

Legs to die for, encased in shiny tan nylons. That's what I noticed first as she came hurrying towards the elevator.

I had just collected my dry laundry from the laundry room in the basement. I set my hamper down in the corner of the old elevator and began to close the gate when a female voice stopped me.

"Hold the elevator!" it pleaded with a raised volume.

I looked into the corridor. A petite young woman, in her early to mid twenties, came towards me at a brisk pace.

I didn't recognize her, so I spent almost a full second checking her out.

That's when I saw them, those legs. With feet hidden in pink sneakers. The legs went up into a pair of simple wide green shorts. Her upper torso was covered by a cropped white t-shirt, with no arms and short enough to show her belly button and the top of her pantyhose above the shorts. Her blond hair was set up in a messy bun. She held a water bottle in her hand.

"Thanks" she said as she saw me waiting.

I didn't reply. Not because I didn't want to, but because my brain was too busy trying to work out what to say.

Before I had figured out how to address her she squeezed herself past me, into the elevator.

Her body was warm and I could smell her. A mix of light flowery perfumes and fresh sweat.

My heart began to race.

I stepped fully into the elevator, trying to not look at her. I carefully closed the door and the gate the way I've learned this elevator demands, then reached for the panel to press the button for my floor. Then I realized the mistake I was about to make, so I held back and turned to the woman.

"What floor?" I asked, quickly meeting her eyes before my gaze slid down to her legs.

I was going to the top floor, and this old elevator can only handle one request at a time, so I better enter her floor first or she'll have to travel all the way up before going down to her destination.

"Third floor", she answered.

"That's my floor too", I said while pressing the button, trying hard to sound casual while feeling excited.

I dared myself to look closer at her face. Blue eyes. No apparent makeup. Nice skin.

I take a quick look at her titties. They seem nice and round under the t-shirt. C cup? Or even a D? Probably held in a bra, else they're very firm.

Then I locked on to her stunning legs again. I couldn't help it, they called for my attention and I was under their spell.

I drew a couple of conclusions from her general look and outfit:

* She's just been to our gym in the basement. It's small, old and worn, so almost nobody seems to use it.

* Her outfit was by no stretch of imagination a reflection of the current fashion, so she was independent (or poor?) enough to break the norms of fashion.

* She obviously didn't dress to impress. Instead it was meant to be practical and proper.

* Trying to not look sexy and available I found her very sexy and desirable, at least a nine and way out of my league.

* I found her choice to wear pantyhose especially appealing. [My reason soon to be revealed to you, the reader.]

* Her significant other is probably a very happy guy. She could definitely make me happy...

She took a sip of water from her bottle while openly looking back at me.

"You've been to the gym? You look very fit!" I wanted to say, but didn't.

"Wanna come over for a fika?" I also wanted to ask, and also didn't.

"Can I spend an hour or two touching your legs before fucking you this evening?" is what I really wished to ask, but absolutely didn't dare to.

Instead she spoke first, breaking the silence.

"So... we're neighbors?" she asked.

"If you live on the third floor, then yes", I replied. "But I haven't seen you before...?"

"I moved in earlier this week. I don't have much, so it went quickly. Haven't really settled in yet. I'm Lena, by the way."

She extended her hand towards me.

"Hi Lena, I'm Tom", I replied and shook her hand.

Her hand was smaller and warmer than mine, and her skin felt soft against mine. I held on to her for a bit longer than what is probably appropriate, but she didn't seem to mind.

The extended handshake got interrupted by the elevator coming to its regular screeching halt at the third floor.

I opened the gate for her before excusing myself past her to my hamper.

Lena opened the door and stepped out of the elevator. She held the door open for me as I held my hamper with both hands, also leaving the elevator.

She casually glanced down into my hamper as I passed her.

The door to my apartment is right next to the elevator, so I had to move around her.

As I stopped in front of my door she let the elevator door go.

She walked over to the far end of the small hallway and stopped in front of the apartment door there. Then she turned towards me.

"Tom, can you help me settle here?" she asked.

My heart began racing again. "Yes!" I wanted to scream, but I managed to compose myself and give a more polite answer.

"Certainly! How can I be of service?"

"I need nothing at the moment, but now I know whom to ask when I need help."

"You're welcome. See ya!"

We entered our apartments.

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My name is Tom Berg. I'm 29 years old and live in a moderately sized town in Sweden. I'm an IT technician and work with internal IT support at a local company, one of the largest employees in this town. I live alone in a small two room apartment in an old building. It's not modern, but it's affordable. It's a typical Swedish house of this type with three entrances at the front, each leading to a stairwell and elevator. At each floor there's a small hallway with doors for four apartments. I live on the top floor, with only the attic above. In the basement there's the laundry room, a gym, a sauna, and a few other amenities for the tenants.

My apartment is a typical bachelor pad. Kitchen with a small dining table and four chairs.

Living room with a big sofa, some armchairs and a coffee table. A book shelf provides some storage space. A 55" TV and some posters with pin-up girls are the decoration.

Bedroom with a 120 cm bed, bed table, a wooden chair, a desk with an office chair and my gaming computer. A few wardrobes for clothes and stuff. A TV on the wall, hooked up to my computer, so I can watch it while in bed.

A small "bathroom" with a sink, shower and toilet. A cupboard to hold useful stuff. A hamper without a lid.

That's about it.

I've lived here for almost five years now. Stayed mostly to myself. The neighbors are mostly elderly people that have either lived here for decades or moved in when too old to care for a house.

In the last ten years I've had only a few romantic relationships (excluding one night stands, which I don't consider "romantic"), none of them lasting more than a few months. Most of them failed after I asked my girlfriend to please wear nylons every now and then, to make me happy. The typical response was that I wasn't allowed to decide what she should wear and I should stop being pushy. Their firm decisions regarding my wardrobe was at the same time, according to them, nothing I had a right to complain about. Also, according to them, me wanting to see them wearing nylons made me a pervert and was a good reason to end the relationship. I'm not that sorry though. If they weren't willing to at worst suffer some temporary clothing inconvenience to make me happy, then they didn't really love me in the first place. My nylon fetish is something I've mostly kept for myself.

So I'm now used to being alone. Occasionally having a get together with some of my (also bachelor) colleagues.

Living alone at least I'm able to partially enjoy my fetish. I love the touch and feel of nylons, so I'm wearing pantyhose when I'm home alone, which is most nights. Usually I combine my pantyhose with nylon socks (for wear protection) and a t-shirt, nothing else. When it's time to go to bed I remove the socks and t-shirt, leaving only the pantyhose on.

I have a few pairs of pantyhose designed for the male anatomy, with a sheath for the cock, but they're expensive. Usually I wear regular pantyhose where I've made a hole for my cock by opening up a bit of the front seam (like a small fly) and reinforced the edges to prevent the sheer fabric from taking damage. I then use a nylon ankle or knee high sock to cover my cock when desired.

I never wear nylons in public though, but try to keep that part of my life private.

This Sunday early evening in August when I first met Lena my life was about to change, but I didn't know that yet.

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Closing the apartment door behind me I can't stop thinking about Lena. She's a hottie... NO! She's a pretty young woman that does NOT make my cock stiffen when I think about those nylon clad legs, her curves and tits. NOT when I think about her hair, her eyes, her lips and her smile. Not the way my cock is acting now.

I just have to get to know her better, will she take my offer to help her?

I fold, sort and put away the clean laundry while trying to come up with some plan on how to handle Lena. Then I make a pot of tea to help me calm down and think better.

As I'm about to pour myself the first mug the door bell rings.

I look through the peep hole.

It's Lena. Of course it is. I did stare inappropriately at her in the elevator. I won't repeat that mistake. This time I will be polite and well mannered. Not stare at her legs, boobs or ass.

I open the door.

"I need your help", she says.

"Do you want to come in?" I ask and open the door wider. "... Or is it something in your apartment?"

"Here will do", she says and takes a step towards me.

This time I step back to let her in. No need for her to rub against me, even though I wouldn't mind if she did.

She's had a shower and put on a new set of clothes. Her hair is now set up in a simple ponytail.

She's now wearing another cropped t-shirt, similar to the one she wore before, but pink. Her legs are covered by a pair of heavily worn low cut jeans. They're missing patches over the knees, the way that was fashionable decades ago. When her back is facing me I also see horizontal openings at the lower end of her butt cheeks, which is new to me. Underneath the jeans she's still wearing pantyhose, similar to the ones she wore before. Her heels and toes, which are poking out in her open toe slippers, are clearly covered by reinforced parts of the otherwise sheer nylon hosiery. Overall a casual and fairly modest outfit, seemingly not chosen to look sexy.

Disturbingly for me I find her look most enticing. Had this been a date I'd have been very happy, but now I must work to get her hosiery out of my mind.

"I want to see your apartment", Lena says plainly. "I need ideas for furniture placement."

That seems plausible. Our apartments have the same size and layout, but mirrored.

"Okay. Where do you want to start?"

She takes a quick look in the kitchen.

"There aren't any other options, really", she comments.

"No, but I've just made some tea. Do you want a cup?"

"That would be nice. Thank you."

I take out another mug and pour tea into both that and the one I got for myself before following Lena.

She's already concluded that there's little to do with the bathroom, and now entered my bedroom, where she stops.

"That's not a bed suitable for two", she remarks.

"I know", I reply and hand her a mug. "But I live alone and need the extra space for my desk."

"Your girlfriend doesn't complain?"

"What girlfriend? I don't have one. The few times I've had a bed mate here for a night we weren't that interested in keeping a physical distance anyway."

"Why not?" she asks with a slightly concerned voice.

"Oh, I'm sure you're capable of figuring out why distance wasn't an issue", I say, trying to not talk about sex with this sexy woman.

"I meant the girlfriend thing. Why are you single?"

That dampens my mood. I take a sip of tea before answering.

"I haven't found a keeper yet. I have a personal issue that in my experience doesn't seem to sit well with most women, at least not with any of those sufficiently interested in me to become my girlfriend. I need someone who at least doesn't see that issue as a problem."

She turns towards me, her face serious.

"That sounds harsh... but also intriguing", she says.

I'm grateful that she doesn't dig any deeper.

I have no idea why I've already opened up this much to this beautiful stranger in front of me. Living close to each other can be Hell should she decide to detest me. I don't want to risk that.

Lena walks back into my living room and sits down on my sofa, tea in hand, with her legs together and parallel.

That helps my sanity a bit.

I follow her and sit down in an armchair to keep some physical distance.

"So," I say, "have you seen enough to get inspired?"

"With your furniture arrangement? Not really."

Why the counter question? Isn't furniture the only reason she's here? What other aspect could be inspiring?

We sit in silence, drinking some tea.

"Is there anything else I can do to help you?" I ask eventually.

"Yes, there is... though it feels a bit silly really, but..."

A pause.

"Yes?" I nudge her on.

"I noticed you'd done your laundry today, and..."

Another pause. Oh wait, I had a bunch of pantyhose there! Did she notice? I can feel myself start to blush.

"And?" (Now I'm getting anxious about where she's going.)

"And I haven't figured out how to do laundry in this house", she finally reveals. "I got a key and some written notes, but don't understand what or how to do. Can you show me?"

I smile from relief.

"It's very simple once you know it, but I'll show you."

I begin to get out of the armchair.

"Follow me to the basement!"

"No! Not now", she says, looking surprised. "No need to hurry. Let's do it some other day."

"Okay. But it will only take ten minutes or so."

I sit down again. Sipping my tea I can't but let my gaze linger on the exposed parts of her pantyhose. The top at her waist, the knees and feet.

Lena takes off her slippers and lifts her feet to the sofa, folding her legs to the side to sit more relaxed and comfy. That move makes me less comfortable and a lot more sexually aroused.

She leans forward and sets her mug down on the table between us before leaning back again. She lifts her upper arms shortly to stretch and yawn. That move lifts her t-shirt high enough to expose the lower part of her breasts that, which I can't fail to notice, are not covered by any bra. I think I even catch a glimpse of a bit of one areola. My brain automatically tries to extrapolate what the rest of her boobs look like, and it isn't good for my calm.

As I'm busy processing those hooters she scans the room and decides to move.

Lena stands up and walks past me, towards the far end of the room.

I get a close (partial) view of her nylon encased butt, and feel a sudden urge to reach out and touch it. I do manage to control myself long enough for her to move out of reach, but then I can't stand it anymore.

I get out of the armchair and set my mug down on the table in one move.

My eyes are filled with raw desire as I walk up behind Lena and simply grab her tits from behind, shoving my hands in under her shirt.

I pull her body close to mine and lean my head forward, kissing the side of her neck.

She lets out a moan.

"What took you so long?" she asks and puts an encouraging hand on my head.

Her skin is silky smooth and her breasts are firm under my hands. I squeeze her stiff nipples between my fingers.

My stiff cock, trapped inside my pants, press against her butt.

Lena's response is to rub her butt against my crotch.

"I want to fuck you", I say, my voice rough with desire.

"Good! I want you to fuck me", she replies.

Reluctantly I let go of her boobs and move my hands down to open her pants.

After some fumbling I manage to open them and let them go. They slide easily down her legs, the pantyhose providing very little friction.

Lena steps out of her pants and kicks them aside before turning around to face me.

I get a quick look at her lower body, and it's clear that she doesn't wear any panties with the pantyhose, which makes me even more aroused.

She begins to open my pants, but also uses the opportunity to kiss me properly while doing it. I hold her head with both of my hands to keep it in place while she works with my pants. Our tongues dance and twirl, chasing each other between our mouths.

Finally I feel my pants opening and sliding down my legs. My cock gets a well deserved moment of freedom before being caught by Lena's hand. She slides her hand up and down along the shaft a few times to feel its shape. Then she lets out a sound of approval before letting it go again.

I feel her hands sliding around my butt, and notice her startled reaction when she realises that I'm also wearing pantyhose. As her surprise fades it becomes clear that she likes it!

She grabs my buttcheeks and pulls my hips against hers, squeezing my dick between us.

Our bodies still tight together I move us (or rather Lena) towards an armchair.

"Sit!" I order as her legs bump into it. "I'm going to taste your pussy."

Delighted Lena follows my lead, removing her t-shirt before sitting down while giggling a little.

I remove my shirt as well, so that we're both wearing nothing but pantyhose. Mine have a little hole allowing my stiff member full freedom. Hers, as I can see when she lifts her legs straight and spreads them in a wide V, are seamless and very sheer.

For a short while I just stand there while we both enjoy the view of each other.

Lena's breasts are even better looking than I imagined. Her encased pussy lips look delicious, glistening with her nectar.

She seems eager to devour my cock. Whether by mouth or by pussy I can't tell, possibly both.

This is a moment to embrace. I'm about to experience a couple of firsts for me. My first time having sex with Lena, obviously. My first time having sex with a girl wearing pantyhose, since long a dream of mine. And finally my first time wearing pantyhose while having sex, also something I've wanted for quite a while.

I approach Lena and grab her legs. I move one of her feet to my face and start gently kissing it. Slide my cheek along the soft fabric. It feels soft and nice.

Lena seems to like it as well, although she wants me to skip the foreplay and go directly for her clit and flooding pussy to make her cum. I could easily do that. My cock is more than ready. I might not even have to tear a hole in her pantyhose, but just allow the nylon to stretch itself around my stiffy as it dives into the wet cave. My orgasm would come within seconds rather than minutes.

I won't allow us a quick release though. I continue to tease us both by kissing and caressing Lena's leg, from foot to groin. Not rushing it one bit. When not panting Lena is alternating between begging for mercy and begging for release.

When I'm finished with that (first) leg I realise my cock is dripping with pre-cum and needs some attention. I offer Lena to lick it off, which she's more than happy to do.

Before I can stop her she's on her knees in front of me, her lips half way down my cock while she's sucking me off. Not just licking a few drops of pre-cum, but giving me a real blowjob. A very good one. I want to stop her, but it feels just too good. I'm about to cum...

"Did you hear me?" Lena's voice penetrates my mind.

"What?" I blurt out, startled.

I look up and realize I've been sort of daydreaming. I'm still sitting in the armchair, tea in hand and fully clothed, while likewise fully clothed Lena is at the other end of the room, looking at me. (Is she looking at my bulging crotch, or is that just my imagination?) I do currently not wear pantyhose and her pantyhose do have a middle seam clearly visible front and rear. I've prevented myself from touching her by making it a fantasy. Damn it! ... At least Lena's intervention prevented me from shooting a load in my underpants. My pantyhose sex virginity stays intact... unfortunately.

"I said you have an Interesting taste in art", Lena repeats with a coy smile.

She's been looking at my pin-up posters. The very obvious common theme is that legs in stockings are shown off in all pictures (since I didn't find any with pantyhose).

I feel my face getting red as I sit there, unable to speak.

"I won't blame you. I think hosiery makes the legs more beautiful and sexy. Given how you looked at me earlier I assume you agree with this and are not just interested in stockings. Am I right?"

I nod and try to say "Yes", but the sound coming out of my mouth is just a hoarse noise.

I stay silent, trying to compose myself, while Lena returns to the sofa and sits down again.

"How about you...", I begin tentatively. "You've interrogated me about personal things, but I know almost nothing about you. Why did you move here? From where? Since you're visiting my apartment alone I guess you live alone?"

"Okay. I suppose it's only fair that I answer some of your questions.

I moved here from Smalltown [a minor town about two hours away] because I got a job here.

I moved into this house because it was both available and affordable.

And you're correct that I live alone here."

"You're in a distance relationship with someone?"

"No. Just like you I've been single for a while, for personal reasons. A friend helped me move."

"Noted", I say, trying to not sound as eager as I feel.

I'm definitely attracted to this young woman. I wonder what reasons she have to stay single? I want to know, but I shouldn't be too forward about it. I also need to get to know her better to see if the first impression holds, or if she's not worth pursuing.

"Well... Nice getting to know you!" Lena says.

She stands up and head for the door.

"Bye for now!" she calls back at me.

"Bye! See ya!" I reply.

Then she's gone, the door closed behind her.

I just sit there, stunned. What happened?

Lena had effectively interrogated me. About personal stuff. Not giving much in return.

All I actually know about her this far is where she lives and that she now knows that I like to look at her, and she doesn't seem to mind me doing it.

I guess her name is Lena, but I have no proof of that.

She claimed to be from Smalltown, but I can't prove that either.

She said she's got a job, but I was too stunned to ask what and where.

So many questions...

But first things first! I'm still horny after the daydream and that won't change until I stop thinking about Lena or get some relief. Relieving myself while thinking about Lena is way easier than not thinking about her, so that's what I'll do.

I quickly take my clothes off, feeling better when my stiffie can swing free, and put on the first pair of cut beige pantyhose that I find in my drawer. The now familiar tingling sensation when the elastic material lightly caresses all of my lower body is soothing while also slightly arousing.

A nylon sock on my hand and I'm ready.

I close my eyes and see Lena's luscious legs in front of me. I feel her hands caressing me as she enjoys touching my pantyhose as much as I enjoy touching hers.

Then I slide my cock in between her thighs, at the top where there's a channel so that I rub against her encased labia. Her silky nylons feel very nice against my rod as it moves back and forth...

Now there's an opening in her pantyhose, giving me full access to her throbbing wet pussy. It wants to swallow my cock. I put on a condom and let myself inside her. She feels tight around me.

We begin to fuck. Gently at first, then faster and harder. Her tight pussy squeezes me hard, and finally I cum. I cum hard, filling the condom more than usual.

Too bad it's just another fantasy. All but my orgasm and the condom.

I clean myself up, put on a short pajama over my pantyhose. Wearing pajamas has become an increasingly rare event for me, but tonight it feels right.

After a simple and lonely dinner I prepare for my return to work tomorrow. My two week vacation is over. Hopefully there's not a pile of unresolved problems waiting for me.

Eventually I doze off in my bed and dream about blond women in pantyhose doing workout. All of their exercises make use of my cock in various stimulating ways.