Sexy stockings - part II.

Sophie and I bought matching fishnets because the trend demanded it. Both pairs are pink and sheer enough to show every curve of our calves. She runs a finger under my thigh band and snaps it. We laugh, then the laughter fades when we peel the stockings off each other. Our bare feet meet in the middle of the bed. I take her toes between mine and press, watching color bloom across her soles. She does the same to me. We move slow, pressing, pulling, finding spots that make breath catch. Nothing else in the room matters yet.