sheerdesire
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- May 25, 2013
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A story idea that someone might like to develop:
I walked into a restaurant and saw an attractive woman eating lunch. She had her legs crossed high enough that I could see a bit of the dark band at the top of her stocking or pantyhose. I got the waitress to seat me near her table so that I could enjoy looking at her. Of course, she noticed my interest and began teasing me, recrossing her legs to show a little more of her thighs in sheer black nylons, dangling her right shoe from her toes, then putting the shoe down and placing her foot on top of it. The stocking was not reinforced, so I could clearly see her delicious toes, which she wiggled and spread to titillate me. By now I was getting hard. I spread my thighs to indicate that I wanted her to do the same and show me whether she was wearing stockings or pantyhose. She understood what I wanted but wouldn't do it.
Then she got up, took her purse, and headed for the restroom. When she came back to her table a few minutes later, her legs were bare. She sat back down and let me enjoy admiring her. Again, she crossed her legs to enhance the view. A few minutes later she got up, approached my table, and asked with a saucy air, "May I sit down?" As she did so, I noticed that her right had was closed on something. She opened it to place two warm, crumpled strands of nylon into my hand....
I walked into a restaurant and saw an attractive woman eating lunch. She had her legs crossed high enough that I could see a bit of the dark band at the top of her stocking or pantyhose. I got the waitress to seat me near her table so that I could enjoy looking at her. Of course, she noticed my interest and began teasing me, recrossing her legs to show a little more of her thighs in sheer black nylons, dangling her right shoe from her toes, then putting the shoe down and placing her foot on top of it. The stocking was not reinforced, so I could clearly see her delicious toes, which she wiggled and spread to titillate me. By now I was getting hard. I spread my thighs to indicate that I wanted her to do the same and show me whether she was wearing stockings or pantyhose. She understood what I wanted but wouldn't do it.
Then she got up, took her purse, and headed for the restroom. When she came back to her table a few minutes later, her legs were bare. She sat back down and let me enjoy admiring her. Again, she crossed her legs to enhance the view. A few minutes later she got up, approached my table, and asked with a saucy air, "May I sit down?" As she did so, I noticed that her right had was closed on something. She opened it to place two warm, crumpled strands of nylon into my hand....
