She walked downstairs, not quite paying attention to anything. Her legs rubbing together were too much of a constant distraction for her to think of anything else.
As she stepped into the kitchen, Amanda said, "Hey, Maria, can I talk to you about-"
"No time. Sorry! Late for work!" Maria interrupted, darting from one end of the kitchen to the next, picking a muffin, putting her keys in her mouth, and trying to juggle a purse, a briefcase and a jacket.
Amanda walked over to help her friend.
"Thanks," Maria said as AManda helped her into the jacket. "It's crazy today. Woke up late and... ah! I am late!"
Quickly Maria turned around and, blowing a kiss at Amanda, walked out.
Amanda stood transfixed for a second. Maria had been wearing pantyhose with her business suit. Her legs had looked so very good. Good enough for her to rub against and...
"Pantyhose are a must. Wear them. Use them. Need pantyhose to be enslaved to my own fetish. Pantyhose all the time, everywhere." She shook her head, eyes going wide as she realised what had been coming out of her mouth. "I am... I need to leave." She said and walked out of the house.
