 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by The Riddler on 19.06. at 13:07:55 - as answer to: Here's a tights story I found by Pc Police at >>>> THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY. IF YOU ARE>> UNDER THE AGE OF 21 YOU SHOULD NOT READ FURTHER.>>>> Tina - Part One>>>> "Hey, Mike, do you want to go shopping with me?">> The question came from Tina, a freshman girl who lived>> in the same student housing as me at a famous>> University on the West Coast.>> I was a grad student but had gotten to know Tina>> during her first days on campus when she had stopped>> me to ask directions to registration. We often>> chatted together and discovered many interests in>> common. She was from the Philippines, but of Chinese>> descent with some Spanish priest's blood somewhere in>> her lineage. It was perhaps that little bit of Spanish>> blood that gave her quite good sized breasts for an>> Asian woman.>> Once or twice already we had had some serious>> late-into-the-night type discussions as college>> students are apt to do. Once it was about economic>> development in the Philipinnes (I told you it was>> serious), and once about her earlier ambition to be a>> ballet dancer and how she had made the painful>> decision to go to College instead. I can't remember>> all the other long drawn out discussions we had but>> soon we become good friends. I was attracted by her>> youthful exuberance and good looks, and I think she>> liked an older confidant.>>>> That Saturday afternoon, when she asked me the>> question, I had just finished a major bit of work and>> was taking a break in front of the housing complex,>> basking in the late October sun. Tina had just come>> around the corner on her bike when she spotted me. A>> bike ride to the shops with Tina would be the perfect>> break.>>>> As we rode on our way, I asked her where she wanted>> to go shopping. She said she wanted to buy some>> tights for the winter and was heading to a dance>> supply shop on University Avenue.>>>> In the dance shop, Tina went around her business>> looking for tights. In the meantime, I stood by the>> check-out counter and took in the activity. There were>> a couple of mannequins in the shop window showing off,>> I suppose, the latest fashions in leotards and tights.>> The clerk, a blonde woman of about 30 years, was>> helping a young girl, accompanied by her mother, try>> on ballet shoes. Against one wall there were a couple>> of changing rooms and a full-length mirror. A young>> woman was standing in front of the mirror (another>> student from the University I guessed) and was>> checking out how she looked in a long-sleeved black>> leotard and pink tights. On the door of the changing>> cabins was a crudely-drawn picture of a woman's torso>> wearing panties and a text which said: "please keep on>> your panties when trying on the tights". I thought>> about that for a moment. Did that mean that girls>> didn't wear panties under their tights? Somehow the>> thought was quite arousing.>> My reverie was interrupted by Tina saying to me:>> "Mike, come and help me select some colors". She was>> looking into a catalogue which had pictures of>> different models of tights and little patches of color>> to help select. She was pointing to a Danskin tight>> and asked me which colors I liked. I helped her>> select a burgundy color, a navy blue and a black. I>> also suggested pink but she said she already loads of>> pink tights left over from her dancing days. As I was>> helping her select the colors I noticed some of the>> other styles: stirrup tights, fishnets, professional>> weight tights with seams. We went to aisle where the>> tights were neatly stacked up and I helped Tina select>> the tights of the right color and size for her.>> Standing close to Tina and surrounded by all those>> tights and other dance wear, I was getting thoroughly>> aroused and was getting quite a noticeable erection>> which I tried my best to hide. We paid for the tights>> and left the store. We didn't say a thing as we biked>> back to the housing complex, but after we had parked>> our bikes, Tina reached up and gave me a quick kiss on>> the check, said "Mike, that was fun, thanks for coming>> along " and run up the stairs to her room.>> That night I had a vivid dream of Tina in the changing>> room of a ballet studio. She was standing dressed>> only in a pair of pink tights. Another girl, also>> Asian and also just wearing pink tights, was standing>> behind her and helping her fix her hair into a bun for>> dancing. The erect nipples of the other girl's naked>> breasts would occasionally brush up against Tina's>> back. Tina was getting obviously aroused by the>> attention and when she turned around I could see that>> her nipples too were erect. As she turned around her>> nipples brushed against those of the other Asian girl.>> Tina put her arms around her, and stroked her back.>> She reached down and held the girls buns - encased in>> pink tights - as the girl did the same to her.>> Slowly they kissed with Tina's tongue darting into the>> other girl's mouth and one of her hands coming around>> to the front and slipping down to stroke the girl's>> cunt through her tights. Before long they were lying>> on the floor in a 69 position with Tina on top and>> kissing the girl's clit through her tights. Meanwhile>> the other girl was busy with Tina and soon both girls>> were moaning with pleasure. The crotches of their>> tights were soaking wet and plastered to their cunts>> liked a second skin. Tina slipped one hand under the>> elastic waist of the girl's tights and gave her clit a>> series of strokes which brought the girl close to>> cuming. Meawhile her own clit was being gently>> stimulated by the the other girl's lapping of the>> tongue...>> At that point I woke up with a start and needless to>> say I didn't fall back to sleep without first>> masturbating.>> I didn't see Tina for a couple of weeks after that - I>> had to make some trips for my research - but one day I>> was standing in line at the post office when I heard>> heard Tina's voice behind me say "Hi, Mike, where have>> you been?" I explained and she then asked me if I>> wanted to come over to her place later on as she had>> something she wanted to show me. We agreed that I>> would go to her room just after dinner. As she walked>> away, I noticed she was wearing short shorts over>> black tights - were they the ones I helped her buy? ->> and what looked like a black leotard which showed off>> her breasts to perfection. Damm! I was getting>> aroused again and wondered what the evening would>> bring.>> At about 8 that evening I knocked on her door and she>> let me in. I was glad to see that her roommate was>> out and that she was alone. I looked at her half of>> the room and smiled to myself: everything was neat and>> tidy, unlike the other side of the room which was a>> mess of books, clothes and leftover snacks strewn all>> over the place. "Oh, Mike I'm so glad you came. Mary>> (her roommate) is out at the Irish bar with her>> boy-friend, so we can have some quite time on our>> own." We settled down, she sitting at the head of her>> bed resting her back against the pillow, with her legs>> pulled up to her chest, me at the foot of the bed,>> keeping a certain distance between us. After all,>> apart from that one quick kiss, we were not on>> touching terms. She had kicked off her shoes, but>> apart from that she was still wearing the same outfit>> as earlier in the day. We chatted away some and I was>> about to ask her what she wanted to show me, when she>> up a photo album that was lying on her desk next to>> the bed. "Look. My mom sent me the album of my photos>> when I was a ballet student. I noticed how interested>> you were in all the outfits when we were at the shop>> the other day and thought you might be interested to>> see some of my photos". Had I been so obvious in the>> shop? We moved closer together and she opened the>> album at the beginning. There must have been about 50>> pages. The first were of photos of her when she was>> maybe 5 or 6 wearing pink tights and pink leotards.>> The following pages had pictures of her at stage of>> her development into as a ballerina and of course as a>> girl and young woman. She pointed out special>> pictures of performances she had been in, and of>> teachers and friends posing with her. My favorite was>> of her one leg standing 'en-pointe' with the other leg>> pointing straight up and being held by one arm. She>> must have been about 16 at the time. I also liked the>> photos of her wearing an almost transparent unitard>> and standing in a line of girls on stage. "There was a>> lot of controversy over those outfits" she said. I>> could see why. There was also some nice ones of her>> warming up in leg-warmers. And a few of her wearing in>> fishnet tights. I was amazed at how supple Tina had>> been and joked that I bet she could not hold one leg>> above her head now. " You want to bet?" And sure>> enough she jumped up took off her shorts and stood in>> front of me in her blacks tights and leotard. And very>> gracefully took the heel of one foot in her hand and>> slowly lifted it over her head.>> "Now, Mike, I've got to catch up on some of my>> reading. You can stay if you want and look some more>> at the album". So she got back to her position at the>> head of the bed (without, I was pleased to see,>> bothering to put her shorts back on)and I took the>> foot of the bed with her album which I proceeded to>> study carefully. I was immersed in the album when I>> noticed that Tina had stretched her legs out and her>> feet were practically on my lap. Without asking, I put>> one hand out and began giving her a massage. First>> her feet and then her ankles and calfs. "Don't stop.>> That feels so good." Encouraged, I knelt between her>> feet and used both hands to massage her legs, right up>> to her thighs. I loved the feel of her legs still>> clad in her black tights. Tina put her book down and>> was leaning back with her eyes closed enjoying the>> massage. She had spread her legs a little and I could>> see that Tina at any rate didn't wear any panties>> under her tights and leotard. Slowly but surely I>> massaged higher and higher up her legs and as I>> squeezed the flesh of her inner thigh the back of my>> hand brushed against her leotard covering her pussy.>> As I did so, she let out a small moan. My trembling>> hands beat a little retreat, but soon they were back>> at the top of her thighs and again brushing against>> her leotard. "Mike this massage is feeling so good.>> Would you mind doing my back? Look the other way and>> I'll slip out of this leotard." When she gave me the>> all clear, I turned around and saw that she was lying>> face down. Her back was bare, ad all she had on were>> her black tights. This time I started at the top,>> with her shoulders, and worked my way down. Before>> long my hands were straying over the top of her tights>> and then kneading her buns. Through her tights, I>> could see the crack of her bum and the lips of her>> spot and I could see that she was moist with desire.>> My lips and toungue replaced my hands as I gently>> sucked and licked her through her tights. When I>> turned her over, rolled down her tights and started>> kissing her clit, she shuddered. I inserted a finger>> inside her and continued to work on her clit until I>> felt the throbbing of her cuming on my finger inside>> her.>> Just then there was a knock on the door and Mary's>> voice: "Hey, guys I'm back can I come in?">> I made my way back to my room - happy but frustrated ->> and clinging to Tina's black tights that I had picked>> up as we had quickly tidied up before letting Mary in.>> That night I slept with her tights next to my pillow>> and enjoyed Tina's smell.>>>> Tina -Part Two>>>> In Part Two Tina is the narrator>>>> When I woke the next morning, my pussy was still flush>> from Mike touching, licking and kissing me. It was>> the first orgasm I'd had in such a long time, too long>> a time. Lying in bed, I thought of the last time I'd>> had one: I was filling the bath with water and I got>> in while the tub was still practically empty. Don't>> ask me where I got the idea from, but I slid onto my>> back, raised and opened my knees and positioned myself>> so that the stream of water from the tap fell onto my>> clitoris.>> I thought too of Mike. He was someone I could get>> really fond of. Apart from enjoying his company, he>> seemed like a really sensitive guy: someone who was>> more interested in giving me a good orgasm than in>> just shoving himself into me quickly and being done>> with it. I felt a warm glow of gratitude and wondered>> how I could repay him.>> When my roommate, Mary, woke up and started rummaging>> around, I wrapped a towel around my waist and scurried>> off to the showers. I guess the fresh water must have>> wakened me up to reality and I laughed at myself: what>> did I know of Mike and his fantasies? Mike probably>> wasn't even that interested in me. He was clearly a>> real intilectual type - doing research into>> Microbiology wasn't it? As he had said during one of>> our chats, he dind't have a girlfriend because he was>> too busy with his research. I was in a different>> league and probably only got accepted into the>> University because they needed some good dancers for>> their ballet program which they were trying to get off>> the ground.>> When I got back to my room after my shower, Mary said:>> "Your Prince in Shining Armour just called and said he>> had something to drop off for you. I told him that we>> leave our door unlocked so he could drop it off any>> time he wanted." I blushed and protested: "he is not>> my Knight in Shining Armour. He's just a friend.">> It was going to be a busy day. I had classes the>> whole day, with a ballet class at 11. It looked>> chilly outside so I wore jeans and a sweater over my>> tights and leotard. I shoved my ballet slippers and>> an extra pair of stirrup tights in my book bag and>> grabbed and rushed off to my first class. All>> thoughts of Mike and the last evening's "massage" were>> banished as I concentrated on the lectures.>> By the time my dance class came around at 11 I was>> ready for a break. As I slipped out of my sweater and>> jeans, I thought of Mike again. I looked at myself in>> the mirrors of the dance studio: I did have great>> legs, breasts which if anything were a bit too large>> for a ballet dancer, and a face from which shone alert>> eyes and which was said to be beautiful: a mix of>> Chinese and a little Spanish, typical of the>> aristocracy of Manilla from which I came.>> The teacher walked into the studio. She was a French>> woman called Valerie. About 35 years old with a lean>> taut body. "It's cold today, so I want you all to>> wear an extra layer". She herself was wearing pink>> leg warmers over her tights. I took my extra pair of>> black stirrup tights out of my book bag and wore them>> over my pink tights and black leotard. Some of the>> other girls were wearing leg warmers like the teacher.>> I slipped into my ballet shoes.>> As I danced, my thoughts kept wandering and I imagined>> I was dancing for Mike. I wondered about his>> fantasies. A lot of guys seem attracted by us Asian>> women. And he was so cute at the dance wear shop. It>> was obvious that he was a little embarrassed in such a>> feminine environment, but he also seemed more than a>> little interested in all those tights and leotards,>> leg warmers and other stuff.>> It made me think of the time when I was 14 years old.>> I had come home early from my ballet classes. I>> thought I was alone but as I climbed the stairs, I>> heard some noise in my room. I was afraid of whom it>> might be so I very quietly finished climbing the>> stairs and peered into the room. The door was not>> quite closed. My heart jumped: there was my brother>> (16 at the time) standing in front of my full length>> mirror wearing nothing else except for a pair of my>> pink ballet tights. His member stood fully erect and>> was clearly visible though the pink material. One>> hand was stroking it. I stared more fascinated than>> indignant. I hadn't seen my brother naked since we>> took baths together years ago. And why was he wearing>> my tights? What was I to do? Barge in? No, I was too>> embarrassed for that. Beat a retreat downstairs? No,>> I was too fascinated by the scene in front of me. So I>> just stayed and watched until he moaned and shot a>> load of cum into my tights and collapsed onto my bed.>> I hadn't thought of that scene with my brother for a>> long time, but thinking about it made me fantasize>> about Mike wearing a pair of my pink tights and me>> running my finger nails up and down his erect member>> which strained under the tight material. And then>> kissing it and running my tongue where my nails had>> been.....>> My fantasizing was disturbed as I had one leg up on>> the barre and the dance teacher put her hand on my>> leg, gave my thigh a gentle squeeze and said: "you>> seem in a different world today, but you're dancing>> beautifully". The squeeze sent a tingle through me,>> a little erotic thrill. My teacher's hand was so>> close to where Mike had brought me so much pleasure>> last evening. I was shocked that another woman's touch>> could affect me so much.>> When I got back to my room, I saw a pair of black>> tights neatly folded on my bed. There was little note>> folded on top of them>> "Dear Tina, I didn't mean to run off with your tights>> last night - and I'm sorry to miss you but I'm leaving>> for a week of research in Boston...">>>> Part Three>>>> In part three, the story is continued by Valerie the>> French ballet teacher.>>>> When I touched Tina's leg as it was stretched on the>> bar, and squeezed very gently her thigh, I sensed a>> response. You have to understand that as a dance>> teacher I am often touching my students to correct a>> position, to help them with their balance, or>> sometimes just to give them a little pat of>> encouragement. And of course that's usually all there>> is to it. Sometimes, a student will develop a crush>> on me - an older woman of authority - and, yes I admit>> it, with those students I sometimes allow my touches>> to linger a little longer than necessary or to be in>> more intimate places than would be required. I>> confess that I enjoyed the thrill of power over these>> young women, with their girlish crushes. My touches>> during class would both increase my sense of control>> and suggest to them that yes their affections were>> noticed and appreciated. But don't get the wrong idea>> or let your fantasies run wild: basically I remained>> strictly professional and I never allowed myself to>> have a sexual relationship with any of my students.>> Well, hardly ever. Back in France, where>> relationships between teachers and students were not>> frowned on in the same way as they are in this>> country, it is true that I had taken advantage of more>> than one young girl's crush on me. Once even, and you>> may find this shocking, the mother of one girl had>> more or less encouraged me. I think the mother wanted>> to make sure that her daughter's first experience>> would be with someone who would take care to give her>> daughter an experience she would look back on the rest>> of her life with pleasure. As she put it: "my daughter>> has a crush on you. I don't know how you feel about>> her. But if you want to sleep with her, I won't say>> no. I just say be gentle with her.">> But I am straying from my story. I was surprised by>> Tina's response, and maybe I was deluding myself,>> because I was quite sure that Tina was not one of the>> young women in my class who had a crush on me. Too>> bad because I felt very attracted to her: she was>> certainly the most beautiful woman in the class>> besides being the best dancer.>> But perhaps she had a boyfriend and just wasn't>> interested in women. I resolved to find out.>> Next day's class was in the late afternoon. During>> class, I did not have time to give any special>> attention to Tina until just the end of the class>> because a couple of the other students required more>> than the usual help with their positions. But at the>> end of the class, I had all the students lined up at>> the barre for the cool-down period. Tina's right leg>> was extended on the barre and she was leaning forward>> reaching out with her fingers just beyond her toes. I>> admired her gracefulness and the line of back, and the>> way her leotard was stretched over her rear. As I>> often do to help a student stretch, I put one hand on>> her back and one hand on her front but this time I>> made sure my hand on front was just slightly>> overlapping the bottom half of her right breast. Her>> breast felt so soft yet so firm and I was very tempted>> to leave my hand there longer. But next I had all my>> students raise themselves from the barre and stretch>> up, still leaving their right legs on the barre. As>> she did so, Tina looked at me. Her beautiful Oriental>> eyes said everything: "you touched my breast, you did>> it on purpose. I am shocked but thrilled." That was>> all the encouragement I needed. I placed my hand on>> her right leg and felt the muscles of her inner thigh>> stretched in extension over the barre. I briefly>> massaged her thigh and moved my hand until it was>> close to where her tights disappeared under her>> leotard. I was so tempted to allow my hand to follow>> the tights under the crotch of her leotard, but I>> resisted the temptation and turned to dismiss the>> class: "OK that's all for today. Be sure to dress>> warmly as it is cold out there. Tina, I want you to>> stay on after class please." As I said this, I>> noticed one of the girls look enviously at Tina. No>> doubt she wished that she was the one asked to stay>> behind. The students thanked me for the class and>> went into the changing room, leaving me alone with>> Tina.>> "Tina, you are doing very well but there are a couple>> of movements I want you to practise. We have to give>> up this room now, but I live nearby. Can you come to>> my place now? You can stay stay on for dinner>> afterwards.">>>> Part Four - in which Tina is the narrator.>>>> When we arrived at Valerie's place, I was a bit uneasy>> because I felt the sexual tension between us. Where>> would this lead? I thought of Mike. What would he>> think? What did I think of these new feelings that>> Valerie was arousing in me?>> And what did I think of Valerie?>> She had the taut well toned body of a ballerina and a>> face which spelt a strength of character, someone who>> knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. Did she>> want me?>> "Tina, we will practise in here. Stand in front of>> this full length mirror. What I want you to practise>> is your pied-a-la-main. First your left leg.">> I used the back of a chair for balance and with the>> heel of my left foot in my hand, extended by leg>> vertically up until it was over my head. In this>> position, the lips of my pussy were spread open wide>> and my clitoris rubbed against the material of my>> tights. If it weren't for my leotard, my open pussy>> would be clearly visible through my pink tights.>> Valerie stood behind me, looking over my shoulder at>> my reflection in the mirror, but not touching me.>> "Very good, Tina, now your right leg".>> With my right leg, I was almost as good as with my>> left, but not quite.>> Valerie, still standing behind me, helped me achieve a>> more vertical position, and then put her hand on my>> thigh and felt the stretched tendon which connected my>> leg to my crotch. "This tendon needs work, Tina". As>> she touched me there so close to my wide open pussy, I>> felt a flood of desire. Her hand felt so good. I>> wished she would slip it under my leotard and touch me>> through my tights. I felt myself getting moist and>> sure enough I was embarassed to see tell-tale signs of>> wetness.>> "Tina, put your leg down. I want you so to stretch>> your arms over your head. You are also a little>> tense here.">> At that she put her hands under my armpits, touching>> the side of my breasts. As usual I was not wearing a>> bra. I felt myself completely vulnerable and at the>> mercy of Valerie. My pussy was soaking my tights with>> its wetness, my nipples were erect under my leotard.>> Valerie moved her hands to cradle my breasts and>> finger my nipples through the material of my leotard.>> I lowered my arms and put my hands over hers to keep>> them on my breasts. But Valerie held one of my hands>> in hers and led me by the hand to her bedroom.>> Powerless to resist I followed her.>> In her bedroom, she stood before me, and reached>> behind me to free my hair from the net which ballet>> dancers use to holdtheir hair in a tight bun. As my>> long black hair fell free, she ran her fingers through>> it, told me how beautiful I was and kissed me. My lips>> opened and our tongues met.>> She pushed the shoulders of my leotard down and I>> freed my arms. Then she began rolling my leotard own>> until my breasts were fully exposed. She paused>> undressing me to feel my breasts with her hands and>> soon her lips were around my nipples which she flicked>> with the tip of her toungue. She continued rolling my>> leotard down until I could step out of it. Now I was>> naked in front of her, except for my pink tights. As>> Valerie knelt down to help me step out of my leotard,>> her face was at the same level as the crotch of my>> tights. My glistening wet pussy must have been>> clearly visibe to her through the pink material. She>> led me to her bed and lay me on my back. She used her>> arms to slightly lift and open my legs wide. My pussy>> lips were wide open and the material of my tights>> tickled my clitoris. Valerie looked for a moment at>> this scene and then gently began kissing my pussy and>> especially my clit through my tights.>> I bucked my hips up and down desperate for some>> release. She lowered my tights and her lips, tongue>> and fingers soon brought me to a much needed climax.>> I drew Valerie to me and held her. What a sight we>> must have been: she still clothed with her jeans over>> her ballet outfit, me competely nude embrassing her.>> But soon I was helping her out of her clothes and her>> our naked breasts were touching and our legs were>> intertwined. I felt the heat rise from between her>> legs and reached down to feel her wetness. As I did>> so, she groaned with pleasure and I lowered my head to>> allow my tongue to take over from my hand....>> Afterwards, we lay in bliss in each other's arms under>> her blankets. In the warmth and security of her>> cuddling arms, she asked if I had any boyfriend. I>> told her about Mike. How sensitive he was, how I>> really liked him, about the massage and orgasm he had>> given me, but also about how little I knew about his>> feelings, about his likes and desires. I told her>> about our visit to the dance wear shop and of my>> fantasy of his wearing my tights. Valerie said:>> "perhaps that is his fantasy also. Let's see. I have>> an idea">>>> Part 5, in which Mike continues the story>>>> My week of research in Boston was actually quite>> intersting but I longed to get back to the West coast>> to see Tina again. I had to discipline myself not to>> think of her all the time. As it was, I found myself>> staring lechourously at every woman with long black>> hair and an Asian look, especially if she was dressed>> in a short skirt or shorts with tights.>> When I got back to the West coast, I found a note from>> Tina slipped under my door:>> "Dear Mike, please give me a call when you get in...>> kisses, Tina">> Needless to say I called her right away and Tina asked>> me: "Mike, I'm sorry I can't see tonight but my ballet>> teacher needs some help on a project and I need a ride>> to her place in the mountains. Could you possibly>> drive me tomorrow morning? Yes? good then I'll come by>> your place early tomorrow. And Mike... I've missed>> you">> The next morning, Tina came over early, gave me a>> quick kiss on the check and we set off for the>> mountains to a place near Lake Tahoe. As we drove,>> Tina explained: "My teacher, Valerie, is>> choreographing a new ballet. When she needs to be>> creative she likes to get away to a place she rents in>> the mountains. She went up a couple of days ago>> already but then called me to see if I could meet join>> her there to give her a hand on the project. She has>> some idea she wants to try ou with me. I'll get a ride>> back to the University with her." I won't bore the>> reader with a detailed account of all the thigs we>> talked about as we drove up into the mountains.>> Suffice it to say that the time passed quickly and I>> enjoyed stroking Tina's thighs as I drove.>> It turned out to be a three hour drive and the last>> hour it snowed. By the time we got to Valerie's place>> the car was covered in snow and we were lucky to make>> it without too much trouble.>> Valerie was much relieved to see us and after giving>> us a quick coffee, put me to work digging her car out>> of the snow. By the time I was finished I was soaked>> through with sweat and melted snow. When I got back>> into the house (where Tina and Valerie had sensibly>> sayed while I was outside), I was drenched, and>> Valerie led me through her bedroom to her bathroom and>> let me use her shower. Just as I was stepping into>> the shower and turning on the water, Tina knocked on>> the bathroom, entered and picked up all my clothes:>> "I'll get these died off for you. In the meantime.>> I'll put out some dry clothes for you on Valerie's>> bed.">> I warmed myself in the shower and thought of Tina and>> Valerie: two beautiful women staying in this remote>> house in the mountains. I wondered where Tina would>> be sleeping, probably on the couch in the living room.>> Valerie was certainly very attractive. I continued my>> reveries as I showered....>> I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.>> The room was full of steam so I cracked open the door.>> With the door cracked open I could just hear Valerie>> talking, but I couldn't make out Tina's replies.>> "I say, Tina, you told me what a nice sensitive guy>> Mike was, but you didn't tell me how handsome he was.">> Tina mumbled something which I couldn't make out.>> Valerie continued: "I bet he is going to look really>> good in your tights". Again, I didn't hear Tina's>> reply, but what was that all about my looking good in>> her tights? I was trying to figure it out as I>> finished dying myself and stepped into the bedroom.>> The door to the living area was open, so I quickly>> closed it and looked around for the clothes which Tina>> said she would leave for me. They were neatly folded>> on the bed. On top was a turtleneck. I picked it up.>> It was a black, made out of a luxurious silky stretch>> material, probably Lycra. As I examined the>> turtleneck I was taken back by the snaps on the tail>> and front. It looked like the turtleneck was a>> bodysuit. But I was most surprised of all by what was>> under the bodysuit: two pairs of tights: a black pair>> with feet and a pink pair with stirrups. I couldn't>> believe my eyes. Was Tina expecting me to wear her>> tights? As if in answer to my uspoken question, Tina>> called through the door: "Mike, did you find the>> clothes I left for you on the bed?" I was too shocked>> to reply other than to call back "yes".>> Shocked as I was, I didn't really have any choice in>> the matter, and to be honest, I was also intrigued.>> So, I first put on the black tights with feet. As I>> put my feet in first, the tights didn't feel like>> anything too special but as I worked them up over my>> knees and up to my hips, I appreciated the way they>> encassed and held my legs and hips, and yes, my>> erection. My erection was a bit of a problem: it was>> clearly visible through the tights. I hope I was>> going to embarras my self in front of Tina and her>> teacher Valerie. Next I pulled on the bodysuit and>> snapped the crotch between my legs. Like the>> tights, I loved the feel of the bodysuit clinging to>> me. Forunately it also did a god job coverig but not>> entirely hiding my throbbing erection. Next I put on>> the pink tights with stirrups. I liked the way the>> stirrup fit under the arch of my foot and I loved the>> way the second pair of tights increased the pressure>> on my legs. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I>> was pleased to see that in fact I looked quite good,>> even sexy in a slick sort of way. The pink of the>> stirrup tights was muted by the black tights>> underneath. The bulge in my crotch was well covered>> by the bodysuit and two pairs of tights. My appearance>> was quite respectful even if somewhat unconventional.>> So it was with more confidence than I would initially>> have imagined that I stepped out into Valerie's living>> room.>> Tina and Valerie were spread out on the couch and deep>> into some conversation. Tina was the first to notice>> me: "Oh Valerie, look at Mike. Doesn't he look good?>> Mike, I'm sorry I didn't have any pants your size but>> I'm glad that my tights and bodysuit fit you so well.>> Don't they feel good? " I assured her that they did.>> Valerie said: "Mike, now that you are more>> comfortable, come sit next me and let me get to know>> you" I sat between her and Tina on the couch.>>>> Part 6 - in which Tina is the narrator>>>> When I saw Mike walk out of the bedroom wearing my>> tights, I knew right then that I had to have him.>> Standing in front of Valerie and me, he remained very>> masculine but looked somehow vulnerable. His legs,>> his thighs, his body were encased in my tights and>> bodysuit and I knew he had to be mine! When he sat>> between Valerie and me on the couch, I quickly slipped>> one hand under his arm next to his warm armpit and>> squezzed his strong bicep muscle and put my other hand>> on his thigh and began softly stroking it. Meanwhile>> Mike and Valerie chatted away. Valerie was asking him>> about his research and she told him about her>> teaching work and her prior life in France. Soon I>> noticed that she placed one of her arms on the back of>> the couch so her hand was touching Mike's neck and>> started fondling it. Her other hand made its way to>> his thigh so that while I was working on one, she was>> working on the other. She continued talking: "In>> rench, we have an expression 'etre bien dans sa peau'>> which means be comfortable in one's skin. I like to>> think of my job as a dance teacher as helping my>> students be comfortable in their tights, in other>> words with their bodies. It is of course easier when>> I can start working with people when they are young>> children. By the time they are adults, they already>> have so many complexes about their bodies. Especially>> men are very shy to join a dance class, to wear tights>> and display their bodies. It is a great pity because>> they should have nothing to be ashamed about, and>> besides doesn't it feel good to wearing tights?" As>> if to make her point, Valerie moved her hand up Mike's>> leg to his crotch. Mike sighed, spread his legs and>> closed his eyes as Valerie slipped her hand under>> Mike's outer layer of tights and under the bodysuit>> covering his erection. Now only the under layer of>> tights was between her grasping hand and Mike's>> erection. She glanced up at me and smiled. She>> nodded her head as an uspoken signal that Mike was now>> ready for us. We lowered Mike onto the carpet on the>> floor. Valerie sat with his head resting on her cross>> legs. With her hands she began to play with Mike's>> erect nipples which were clearly visible through the>> black Lycra material of his body suit. Meanwhile I>> stationed myself between his open legs and for the>> first time put a tentative hand onto his erection. I>> leaned forward and gently kissed him. First on his>> lips and then, to claim it as mine, his erection.>> I lowered the outer layer of tights - the pink stirrup>> tights - and took them off Mike. Next I unsnapped the>> crotch of his body suit and so his only the under>> layer of black tights covered his cock which strained>> against the nylon/Lycra material. I helped it find a>> comfortable position pointing straight up and stroked>> it with the tips of my fingers. Meanwhile Valerie>> pulled Mike's arms above his head and held them>> securely with one hand while continuing to work his>> erect nipples with the other. Truely Mike was mine.>> The thought filled me with warmth and tenderness and I>> felt a wetness between my legs. I knew that my>> stroking his cock would be driving him wild - I>> especially attended to all the interesting ridges>> around its tip. Again I lowered my lips to his cock>> and ran my tonge up and down it wetting his tights.>> Valerie stroked my hair. I looked up at her . We>> smiled and changed places. I kissed Mike deeply on>> the lips while Valerie undressed and lowered Mike's>> tights to around his thighs. Valerie got ready to>> straddle Mike. I took his cock in one hand and guided>> it into Valerie as she lowered herself onto Mike. She>> was already moist and Mike slid into her without too>> much trouble. She leaned forward slightly and then>> started rubbing herself against Mike. "Look Tina" she>> wisphered "how I rub my clitoris against Mike's body".>> We kissed deeply and she then concentrated on the>> interplay of Mike's cock deep inside her and clitoris>> rubbing against him. I held Mike's head in my arms>> and stroked his beautifull face. His eyes were open.>> I kissed him again. Without needing to talk his eyes>> expressed his love for me and his wonder at the>> feelings that Valerie and I were awakeing in him. My>> eyes no doubt told him that I loved him and he was>> mine but that I was happy to share him with my teacher>> Valerie. Valerie moaned and moaned again. "I'm going>> to come" Mike closed his eyes as he felt the spasms>> and throbbing of Valerie's orgasm....>> It was my turn. We left Mike lying on his back on the>> floor, his body suit unsnapped, his tights lowered and>> his erect cock glistenning with Valeries wetness.>> Valerie helped me out of my clothes. We hugged our>> naked bodies together and kissed deeply. When I took>> Mike into my mouth I loved the taste of Valerie. As I>> was sucking Mike, Valerie kissed the lips of my vagina>> and nibbled on my clitoris. I was well and truely wet>> by the time Valerie guided Mike into me. Like her>> before me, I was straddling Mike. Valerie helped me>> find the best angle to rub my clitoris against Mike>> and reached between us to make sure that my clit was>> against his body. Meanwhile I was pumping myself up>> and down on his cock. When Valerie was satisfied with>> my position she positioned her face next to Mike's.>> "Mike, you are doing well. Stay still and let Tina do>> all the moving. That will help keep you from coming>> until Tina is ready for you." I savoured every>> feeling of having Mike at last inside me and took my>> time to come. When I was ready, my hips took on a>> life off their own and jerked me back and forth in>> rapid movements as I reached my orgasm. Valerie said>> "now, Mike" and as my vagina contracted in pulses>> around Mike's cock I felt his spasms. I collapsed>> onto him.>> Afterwards, I pulled Mike's tights back up and>> resnapped the crotch of his body-suit. I put on the>> pink stirrup tights and the sweater I had been wearing>> wearing. The two of snuggled together on the couch>> while Valerie sat at the other end of couch and look>> at us with a satisfied air.>> Always the teacher, she couldn't help but ask: "so>> what have we learned today? First I think that Tina>> has learned how much fun it can be when the woman>> takes the more active role. Secondly Mike has learned>> learned that it is ok for the man to be led by the>> woman and even be the more vulnerable one. And Mike>> has discovered that he feels comfortable wearing>> Tina's tights and bodysuit. And Mike and Tina have>> learned that even when deeply in love with each other>> they can still still have pleasure in sharing>> themselves with a third person.">> Outside the snow was falling heavily. It looked like>> Mike would have to stay overnight. As if reading my>> thoughts Valerie said. "Sometimes the best way to>> learn a lesson is to repeat it...">>>> Please send your comments to tightsplus@yahoo.com Asian girls are hot, but an Asian girl in tights and leotards is SUPER HOT!!!!!Great story!!! Answers to this message: 
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