Christina trailed off and looked at her friend next to her. Sam was double over, as if in pain. Her hands were wrapped around her silky tan ankles. She began to slide here hands up and down her calves.
“Christina...help me... these pantyhose... so wonderful... can’t resist... must have them forever... can’t resist...help...” She sat straight up. Her eyes clamped shut as she reached down massaging her silky smooth thighs. The more the nylon rustled the more excited she became until her body too began to shudder and vibrate.
Christina shrank back in to the corner of her seat. Karen and Melanie had now begun to undress each other. Dresses came off and Karen’s shoes hit the floor. Soon, they were clad only in their nylons and bras. Something was wrong though, Christina could not tell where the pantyhose ended and her friends began. It was as if the pantyhose had been poured on to them. The fabric flowed around their bodies in to their anus and vagina, but left their pubic area smooth and sheer, like the fabric itself. The waistbands on their nylons seemed to have melded in to their very bodies, now only a faintly distinct line remained. Their pelvises slowly moved together and one final low moan from both of their throats escaped. Karen fell sideways on the seat and Melanie’s head drifted sideways. They both appeared unconscious.
Christina looked down at her own shiny white legs. The nylons, she had to get these nylons off.
