Play with my Pantyhose

Casey knocks on the door expecting her friend, but finds Serene instead. The older woman keeps folding sheer black pantyhose over her lap as she lets Casey inside. Casey stares. She can't help it. Serene notices, makes a quiet excuse, and leaves the room. The moment she's alone, Casey reaches for the stockings. She runs them between her fingers, presses them to her cheek, lets the silk slide across her skin. She imagines wrapping the legs around Serene's waist, kissing the seam where nylon meets bare thigh, tasting every inch of the brunette's body through the thin film of nylon. She pictures Serene's full breasts heavy against her mouth, nipples stiff under the smooth fabric, imagines pulling the crotch tight against Serene's cunt until the fabric turns damp. Serene watches from the doorway. She doesn't speak until Casey is deep inside the fantasy. Then she steps forward. Casey startles, dropping the stockings. Heat floods her face. Serene picks them up, smooths them over her own thigh, and tells Casey she understands the pull of nylon on skin. She offers to let Casey feel it on her. On her. Together.