Traditional
I was the one at the wedding wearing a pink and black halter dress with a plunging neckline, but it wasn’t nipple slips I was worried about.
My sheer black stockings were two inches too short. I’d been discreetly tugging at the garter straps all afternoon through my dress.
(I’ve got a nylon fetish. Any excuse to wear is a good excuse to wear.)
The older gentleman in the back row caught me pulling up my sliding stocking top when I thought no one was looking. I looked up and we made eye contact. I blushed. He smiled. Not like a lecher; it was a kind smile - and a pleased one. He’d caught me wearing.
I’m what you might call traditional.
October 11th, 2006 at 3:50 am
Sabrina,
I think the manufacturer’s make them too short on purpose…. Either that, or we’ve both got very long legs !
Sincerely,
Anne Elizabeth
October 12th, 2006 at 8:35 am
Yea!! I bet you made his day.
November 2nd, 2006 at 3:39 pm
I dream of the “Traditional” every minute of the day…..I can close my eyes and see you! My cock is ready to erupt! Oh if only every woman “had to” wear stockings….umm! Love the delicious long legs!