The Pantyhose Project

In a cozy room, Whitney shows her new pantyhose line to her friends. “I wanted comfort and style in one,” she says, holding the packages out. “Try them on.” Cherry and Kimmy choose a pair each. Kimmy takes white, Cherry takes a sheer nude. They peel off their everyday tights and roll the new ones up their thighs. The fabric whispers across their skin, smooth, cool, and tight in all the right places. Kimmy stretches her legs. “They feel expensive,” she laughs, running her palms from ankle to hip. Cherry leans back, smoothing the waistband, giving the sheer crotch a playful tug. “They don’t pinch anywhere,” she says, pleased. Whitney watches, satisfied. She steps closer, then sinks onto the couch between them. “There’s more to them,” she murmurs. Her voice drops. “You know what to do.” Kimmy’s hand drifts down, pressing the reinforced gusset between her thighs. Cherry mirrors her, stroking slow circles over the taut nylon. Their breaths grow heavier as the material warms beneath their fingers. Whitney’s fingertips trace the seam running up Kimmy’s leg, while Cherry leans in, brushing her lips across Whitney’s bare shoulder. The air thickens, charged and quiet, three bodies drawing closer on the couch while the new pantyhose stretch and cling.