Named my best childhood friend Mike. We have been friends since eight, we grew up together and were best friends. I was acquainted with his mother too, and we got along well. Her name was Maria, but for some reason everyone called her Marie. She was not, of course, the most beautiful of women, I saw and more beautiful, but for some reason when I caressed my penis, I caught myself thinking about her. She herself was of medium height and rather plump, but my God, what her chest was - just the best in the world, probably the fourth size and not sagging, and I always wanted to touch this wonderful chest. And there was one more thing - she, like me, apparently loved to wear tights.

I have never seen her with bare legs, she always wore such sexy things that are not found in every shop. Especially, as I noticed she liked black, with pants and without them, but apparently they were hot this summer and now she wore tan tights. Just the day before yesterday I was at their house, - Marie was preparing a barbecue. She stood with Mike’s back to us, slightly bending down in her light dress to follow the process and then a wonderful view of her full, mouth-watering hips, covered with nylon, shining in the rays of the setting sun, opened up. There was a breeze, her short, airy dress lifted the warm summer air, and she laughed with her melodious laughter and held it with one hand, but with the other it lifted all the same, and then the edge of her priests was visible, and I sat with a tight member looking at all eyes on her, wondering if she put on panties today or was content with panties pantyhose.

Once, on Saturday, when I was already 13 years old, and I was doing something in the yard, the telephone rang. I rushed through the kitchen, flying a bullet and almost knocking down my mother, picked up the phone and said “Hello?”.

“Hi Johnny, this is me Marie!” She called!

I was not surprised at all, she often called to find out if we had her Mike. I thought that she was calling exactly about this, and I already wanted to tell her that Mike said that he and his father would go to his cousin in the neighboring town.

But further showed that my assumption was wrong.

She herself told me that everyone had left and she wanted me to help her in the housework.

She said that she would pay and I agreed, but I did not need her money. I instantly imagined that I would be alone with this sexy woman: no longer could I go in my dreams.

It was very naive of me to believe that the mother of my best friend, a woman of almost forty, would allow herself any liberties — no, this is out of the question. Stop - I suddenly had a bold thought. Yes, she can't, but I:

After telling her that I would be in half an hour, I ran to my room, first dropping by to the mother in the kitchen to agree with her that she would throw me up. 13 years old is exactly the age when her tights are stolen from the mother’s underwear and walk in them, but not the same one when they wander around the city without permission. And Marie generally lived completely on the other end. Besides, I wanted to excite no suspicion and I told my mother everything as it was and she happily agreed, saying that she just needed to call on our friends and her along the way. It was very useful, because I did not want to drag across the city and I had reasons for that.

Rising to my room, I locked it with a key. Then, opening my closet with clothes, I took a small bag from the far corner. Oh, my treasury, - there were five pairs of tights. I took them out and lovingly laid them out on my bed.

I bought one pair recently. At first, I saw their advertisements on TV: they were full-bodied tights with no seams and inserts of some black color with a silver tint.No, it is even difficult to describe their color, one can only say that scientists have probably been looking for this color for a long time - in my view, this is the color of tights. I wore them already twenty times! They are always so tender and thin, I just wrapped my hand in them with my hand and caressed it right, without pulling it out. Feelings are simply divine.

I purchased them a month ago when we all, my family and Michael with my parents, were in this new huge shopping center in the center of the city. It was a lovely spring day and everyone was happy about it and also the opportunity to get dressed easily, for example, Marie wore a very short little skirt that looked amazingly good on her delicious ass. I went to this huge shop for a very specific purpose. For the execution of my plan, I specifically lagged behind them, with the amount of fifty dollars accumulated from the breakfasts and, turning the corner, jumped into the department entirely devoted to my fetish. At another time, I would pretend that I was looking for some model I needed and would have been looking at this alladin cave for a long time, but now I had little time. Reaching out to the young saleswoman, I mumbled something like the fact that my mother sent me and all that, to which the girl looked at me in surprise and said that it was one of the most expensive tights in her department and was surprised that the mother sent me the boy apparently nothing meaningful in such matters to buy them.

“Do you even know the size?” She asked.

I was confused, I did not know anything about the size of tights. I had already intended to turn around and leave when the girl apparently decided to change her anger to mercy. Smiling, she asked - "What is your mom? High? "

I shook my head. “Short?” At that time I was a tall guy for my age somewhere about sixty-five and this girl was one height with me. Yes, and on the build, we seemed to be similar, although the part necessary for comparison was hidden behind the counter. "She's the same as you," I said

“Oh!” The saleswoman was surprised. “Then you can envy her. After all, I have no children and I have no one to send for tights in the store. ” And she smiled again. “So I bought them myself. Your mother has a good taste. This model is only recently with us. Do you like tights yourself? If you are interested, I can show you how they look. ”

I, not suspecting anything bad, let go of the business-like appearance: “Of course, I want to look at them because I’m buying them, after all.”

“Come here,” she called out, pointing to the part of the counter where the entrance to her part of the department was located behind the counter. I approached, not understanding why she couldn’t just give me that pair of pantyhose that lay on the counter among others, because I spotted them right away. The game took a dangerous turn. Maybe she wants to grab me and take me to the police. I thought she saw me, that's for sure. But I kept going and while all this was thinking, I just reached the end of a long counter. There was a girl standing there and holding them in her arms, - these miracle tights.

“Look,” she said, and I realized that I got it mixed up there, there was a pathetic fake on the counter, well, if for $ 5. I sighed with relief. The girl chirped something about reliability and durability, but I just admired them.

“Are you listening?” She roused herself, and here:

“Look at how they are sitting on their feet,” she said, apparently having forgotten herself in a professional rush and standing in the aisle, raised high the narrow red skirt worn by all the workers of this shopping center. And I saw her beautiful legs full length. She wore these same tights. They were uniform in color and structure, there was no abrupt transition, but the higher she lifted her skirt, the more noticeable it became that at the top they were much darker. She lifted her skirt so that her crotch was almost visible, and with a beautiful movement she lifted one leg and put one leg on a special step, on which the saleswomen stood up to get something from the upper shelves.

“Touch, hold your hand, and you will understand why they are so expensive,” she apparently invited while still in her advertising glow.

I did not take long to ask, and at first I just touched her foot. I felt it! She was my first ...