This drawer held some items she wasn't able to wear very often. She walked over to her dresser again, enjoying the sensation of walking in her stocking feet, but this time to a different drawer. The tights were completely opaque and oh so soft and smooth. She sighed with pleasure as she ran her hands up and down her nylon covered legs. She made sure the seam was perfectly aligned along the tips of her toes. She adjusted them until they felt just right. She did the same for the other leg, slowly pulling up the tights until the band reached its destination at her waist. She loved the feeling of how the tights caressed her legs from the tips of her toes, then slowly up her leg. She sat on the edge of her bed and began pulling the tights up one leg. And on those glorious, rare days when she had the house to herself, like now, she wore more than one pair of tights - and not just on her legs! Not every day like she used to, but as often as she could.

Her younger sister, sixteen year-old Amanda, was still attending the private high school that Erin and Marie used to attend.ĭid the fact that she had graduated from high school cause Erin to stop wearing tights? No, no, no, no, no.

Sometimes she would even wear her tights to bed! She noticed that her sisters seemed to share the same affinity for tights. Immediately on returning home from school, she would kick off her shoes but usually remain in her school uniform and tights for the rest of the afternoon and evening. She loved the feel of the tights on her legs. Other girls complained about the strict dress code, but not Erin. She had been so grateful that her parents had been able to send her and her sisters to a private school where she had been required to wear a uniform skirt and tights daily. Stripped to her panties, she went to her dresser and took out a pair of black opaque tights. She kicked off her shoes and took off her jeans, socks, shirt, and bra. Once she moved into the dorms, she would rarely be alone to do what she was about to do, so she was determined to enjoy these last few chances to enjoy solitude. Eighteen years old, she was home for one more summer until going to college with her nineteen-year-old sister Marie. Home alone, Erin sighed as she closed her bedroom and prepared for her favorite indulgence. This is a story request from JohnJSchmidt:

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