The sun was low in the horizon when Amanda came to her senses.
She felt like waking up from a very long nap, both groggy and refreshed. She breathed in deeply, taking in her surroundings. She was in her car.
Why was she in her car?
Amanda sat upright, looking out. "Waoh... it's late." She said, looking out the window. Her brow furrowed as she noticed something. Amanda looked down at her legs covered in the shiny, perfect, delicious pantyhose. "Oh." She said to no one in particular.
Amanda shivered, biting her lips as she realised that nylons were on her. Oh, delicious nylons. What was it about them that made her so... oh. "Stop!" Amanda said, shaking herself out of... of whatever that was. "Okay. Calm down." She said, spreading her legs so the nylons wouldn't rub against each other. It helped, just a bit, as everything else was touching her legs. "Okay... it... it was the can. Something about it-"
Amanda jumped in her seat as she heard a car door shut outside. She looked around the nearly empty parking lot and felt both fearlfu and embarassed.
"I won't figure anything out today. And the shop is probably closed... the shop with more cans, and nylons... Oh, I need more pantyhose, more stockings and-" Amanda stopped when she realised her hand was somewhere under her skirt. "Okay, take a hold of yourself, Amanda. Go home."
