by
Lisa Mamou

_____I walk in the door holding the bag lightly in my hand. I feel if I grasp it too hard surely I'll leave fingerprints. You smile at me and kiss me on the cheek. "I just have to put on my dress and I'll be ready to go."
_____"Ummm, I got you these." I say as I hand you the bag.
_____You open it and look at me puzzled. "Pantyhose?"
_____"No, they're silk stockings. There's a garter belt inside too." I explain how I was at the mall, saw the silk stockings and thought of you. I do not tell you I have fantasized for weeks about seeing you in silk hose, not those synthetic two-legged things you pick up from the drug store, but real stockings. The one's Dorothy Dandridge wore in Carmen Jones and that made Betty Grable a household name.
_____"Okay," you teasingly laugh. "I have to put on my dress and my stockings. Then I'll be ready to go."
_____You are lovely. You are wearing a simple black dress and the silk stockings. I do not want to go out. I want to stay home and make love to you. But as this is a fundraiser and we're friends not lovers . . . I open the door and follow you out.
_____ The entire evening, I can not concentrate. All I can think of is the feel of the stockings across my cheeks as you raise your legs to my shoulders. Or their give as you bound me to the bed using your worn pair.
_____ I know I hold conversations, listen to the band, and eat h'or dourves. But all those things are physical motions. My mind is on you...and silk stockings.
_____ After the fundraiser, I drive you home. Uusally when we go out, I see you inside. Tonite is no different. You have me pour us each a glass of wine while you undress. I am sitting on the couch with glass in hand when you walk back into the living room. You are in a long sheer robe. I can see you still have on your underwear and the silk stockings. I try not to stare.
_____ I hand you your glass. You stand over me taking a sip of wine and looking at me oddly. It seems as though an eternity passes. Finally, you take your right leg and lift it towards me. You place your foot in my crouch. "I'm having a hard time with the garter. Would you help me out?" I manage to mumble a "Sure" as I put my glass on the coffee table.
_____ I run my hand up your leg. It glides across the silk. I drape the robe back, exposing your smooth firm thigh. There are five snaps on the garter. I slowly release each one. Then I gently role the hose down your leg. The silky feel of your leg and the stocking create a marvelous lingering tactile sensation.
_____ The stocking removed from your right leg, you place the left foot in my lap. I am sure you can feel my wetness through my pants. I repeat the same ritual as before -- draping the robe back, slowly releasing the snaps. But this time, I pick up my wine glass and pour the clear white liquid on your inner thigh. I place my lips to your leg and slowly lick it off. You moan and grab my head. For a second, I rest my cheek against your thigh and the silk stocking...

The End

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