 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 14.12. at 09:35:31 - as answer to: Re: Reason for tights fetish by tights by nights at >>hey tights by nights->>where do you live?>>robin>i'm a bit far from detroit. nearby new york city. plenty of tights clad gals strutting about the streets of manhattan. >>>Ah, wish I were there...though my gal keeps LA quite the hospitable site for this particular tightsguy! When I lived in NY, opaques were everywhere ('cept, of course, in the summer. But hey! There was always bathing suits...) I remember one girl I saw in Manhattan one evening in a gray business suit and gray opaques...with bright orange hair. Smitten were I, matey, I tell ya. I'd just remembered one of my most amazing tights-gazing experiences, by the way. When I was in HS, a friend and I were out selling "boosters" (basically, ads in the program for our school musical. The director was the ultimate prick, but the tights-clad gals were abbondanza...) Anyway, we're going around to the various businesses in this strip-mall, and (with a huge gulp from Y.H.N.,) we ended up in a woman's health club (this was the seventies, when health clubs were just getting big) we were greeted by the staff, which consisted of three young women with unfortunate-even-for-the-seventies hairdos, each wearing the employee uniform: red leotard, black tights. That's it. No bras (and it was air-conditioned,) no shoes (and you know how I am with feet...) They were quite cool, I remember. We were, well, two seventeen-year old guys...and they were really nice to us, if a bit obviously amused by our happy disc0mfort!-Depon (In: dark purple Charter Clubs.) Answers to this message:
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