AMY

I walked into the room slowly, feeling the soft embrace of my tights with every step. The fabric hugged my legs just right, making me move with a little more confidence than usual. I liked the way the warm light touched the sheer material, making my silhouette look smoother, softer.

I sat down on the edge of the chair and crossed my legs, letting the motion linger. The nylon stretched gently over my skin, and I felt a quiet thrill knowing how it looked. I slid my fingers under the hem of my skirt for a moment, adjusting the band of my pantyhose, feeling the delicate texture glide beneath my touch.

Stretching my legs forward, I let you see the outline of my feet through the thin, silky fabric. I pointed my toes slightly, feeling the nylon tighten just enough to send a little shiver through me. Slowly, I lifted one foot and let it hover closer to you, enjoying the tension in the air between us.

When I brushed the tip of my toe lightly against your leg, it was barely a touch—but I could feel the spark it created, warm and electric. The softness of the pantyhose made every movement feel intimate, as if the slightest shift could say more than words ever could.

I looked at you then, holding your gaze.
I didn’t need to rush or explain anything.
The quiet whisper of fabric, the slow movement of my feet, the warmth building between us—
all of it spoke for me, one breath at a time.
are u in?