Discovered

“Here, I got his phone,” Jenny said, unlocking it with the PIN she had watched him use before. She opened the image gallery app.

“Oh wow,” Sarah breathed, her eyes dancing over the pictures, all of which had a similar theme. “So your roommate really is into pantyhose and feet, huh?”

“You think?” Jenny said with a laugh, swiping through the posed models and candid pics of women in varying colors of pantyhose.

“So you think he’ll pay a little more attention to us today?” Sarah asked, spreading her toes and feeling the dark reinforcement of her tan pantyhose stretch between them.

“I think so,” Jenny answered and wiggled her own toes in her opaque black tights.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door behind them and they turned to look at Jenny’s roommate peeking his head around the corner. “Hey, sorry to bother you, but have you seen my ph… phuh…” he trailed off as his eyes locked onto both sets of nylon-covered legs and feet.

The two ladies looked at each other and smirked. The fun was about to begin.

Red Hot Encounter

You find it very difficult to choose which feature to focus on – her silky smooth skin, her glossy red hair, her sparkling green eyes, or her wiggling toes wrapped in sheer red pantyhose. She laughs at your indecision, and even her laugh is amazing. Then, impatient with your hesitation, she beckons you over and takes charge.

A Learning Experience

I mean, I guess you can… “worship” my feet if you want. I don’t care, it’s just surprising, that’s all. Here, let me get these pantyhose off first, though. I’ve been wearing them all day.

What? You like pantyhose? Really? Even if they’re ripped up and smelly?! Are you sure? No, no, wait..!

OH! I guess you do like them! Oh wow… I didn’t think… gasp Your tongue actually feels… really, really good. Mmm… Would you… would you suck my toes, too?

Afterwards

All night long the only thing he could think about was how amazing her stocking feet would smell after being in those leather goth boots and dancing for hours. He couldn’t believe it when they got home and she asked for a foot rub. After catching on to how much he was enjoying it, she made her way into the bedroom and gave him a look that said she wanted more.

Get To It

She stares at you with those piercing green eyes and gives you a smirk. You break your gaze with her and study the wrinkles in her soles and her nylons. “Well,” she says impatiently, “What are you waiting for? These feet ain’t gonna worship themselves.”

A Helpful Partner

He entered the living room with a sigh; it had been a rough day. But the sight that greeted him made everything better. His wife glanced over her shoulder and grinned, then hiked up her yellow sundress to expose her shiny pantyhose-covered legs. With a grin of his own, he kneeled in front of those soft soles and forgot about his day.

Pleasure Those Soles

As she propped her stocking feet on the arm of the couch, he caught a whiff of their alluring aroma. “I had those sneakers on all day,” she said and glanced at him with a look that was a mixture of authority, amusement, and hunger. “If you do a good enough job pleasuring them, I’ll make sure they do a good job pleasuring you.”

It sounded like a fair deal to him, he thought as he knelt down and brought his face to his goddess’s nylon-covered soles. Of course, he was in no position to negotiate, as the collar around his neck reminded him.