Amanda was still a bit groggy as her hosed feet pranced down the step towards what she thought was some odd slurping sound.
As she reached the landing below, she froze in her tracks and gasped loudly as she saw her friend Maria laid back on the couch. She was naked, except for the ultra shiny tan pantyhose that coated her feet and legs like a second skin. Her feet were held high in the air as she laid back on the couch, legs spread wide, as another pair of shiny black pantyhose seemed to slither between her legs, the feet of the pantyhose forced deep inside her friend's hosed pussy, the tan pantyhose pressed inside her along with the hose. Amanda could almost hear the hiss of the hosed gliding against itself as it moved in and out of her best friend.
As if that were not enough to leave Amanda in stunned silence, an additional pair of pantyhose loomed over Maria, or was it a person...it was hard to tell. For this shiny black pair of pantyhose seemed to hold the shape of feet and legs as it hovered over Maria, as if the most perfectly shaped pair of legs and most delicate arched feet and toes were alive inside, despite the fact that the hose remained sheer and see through. One of the sheer feet were pointed toes down into Maria's mouth where her lips and tongue dutifully lapped and suckled their hosed beauty, the other foot seemed to perform a delicate hypnotic ballet, dancing before Maria's eyes, every ounce of her attention captivated by the shimmering wiggling feet and toes.
Amanda wanted to scream "Enough!" and hope her friend snapped out of it, but didn't. She wanted to run to her friend and pull her way, but she couldn't. She simply stood there and watched, not quite sure whether it was because she couldn't help, or because she didn't want to.
