Shoesession

I wish I still I had the pictures I took of my now ex-girlfriend in the summer of 2003, when my parents and younger sister drove from New Jersey to Florida on vacation for two weeks. About a week before my parents left, I asked them if I could stay home for those days so that I could take care of the house and show that I was mature, even though I really wanted to stay home and hang out with my friends. I saw my family off at 7:00 that morning before I called Sasha (my girlfriend at the time) shortly after lunch to come over to the house. She arrived nearly half-an-hour later clad in jeans and a short-sleeve pink top; she wore a sexy yet slightly worn pair of blue thigh-high stockings underneath her blue jeans.

I had met Sasha back in high school when I was in eleventh grade and she was in twelfth grade. We first met in history class on the first day of school when she decided to sit right in front of me during the year. I still can remember what had happened to her when I asked her to the prom late in 1999, but that's another story for another day. We had spoken on the phone from time to time since I last saw her in June 2000, but this was the first time we spent any time together since.

She nearly teased me to the point of insanity over the next ten days by wearing her nylons almost continuously. Aside from letting me tickle her and her silky soles whenever I felt like it, she also wold sleep in her nylons and even swam in them at one point while wearing nothing else under the cover of darkness. Luckily, my parents had just purchased me a digital camera upon completion of my Associate's degree and I saw this as a perfect opportunity to try it out. I got some really fantastic shots of her naked body and her stockinged legs as she swam around the pool located in the rear of the house. I can still vividly remember the water dripping of the nylons as she stepped out of the pool. I then watched her wrap the beach towel around her body as she strode through the grass, further abusing her stockings to my absolute delight. The next day after her nylons had dried out, she agreed to pose while I took some pictures of her sexy stockinged feet and legs before she left the next day. First, she sat sideways in the passenger seat of her car as she stuck her feet out the driver's side window as took numerous pictures of this. Then, we moved to my living room as she lay on the loveseat and rested her feet on the end table. All in all, I took over a dozen pictures of her when all said and done. Sadly, I had lost the disk that the pictures were stored on long before my hard drive crashed. I trust you guys would have loved them if I still had possession of them and could post them here.

Not a problem JDFC. I'm sure there will be other opportunities. I was in a collectibles store today and I was looking through an old magazine from the early 1970's. Now those were the days when women wore pantyhose pretty much all the time. Lots of times, they would go dancing in their stocking feet and you would watch them walking off with their drink stained stocking feet, sometimes with their toes and heels sticking out and they would care.

Shame women don't wear pantyhose as much as they used to in those days. That is probably why I have such an interest in this sort of stuff. Anyway, here's hoping that fashion will do a 360 degree turn back to those good old days. AAAAHHHH the memories...

Robby Boy wrote:Shame women don't wear pantyhose as much as they used to in those days. That is probably why I have such an interest in this sort of stuff. Anyway, here's hoping that fashion will do a 360 degree turn back to those good old days. AAAAHHHH the memories...

I agree. I remember the 1970's and 80's aswell (my "wild" years) and it was normal for women and girls to wear pantyhoses. To bad they don't wear them that much anymore, but they say that fashion repeats itself, lets hope so!!

I'll drink to that (hic)

Robby Boy wrote:I'll drink to that (hic)

me too, bottoms up

I wasn't around during that time. Much too young to remember it anyway, being born in 1982. I am certain if I could remember, I would have a lot of great memories of Friday and Saturday nights on the town.

Got another story about my ex-girlfriend that I'm sure you guys would like to hear:

This happened one early one chilly Friday afternoon in early December as Sasha skipped out of her physical education class and walked into my Accounting class. My class was working with some accounting software on computers when she strode in wearing a plain white T-shirt, a pair a gray sweatpants, and a pair of opaque black pantyhose with her gym sneakers. After chatting with the teacher for some time, she left the room only to come back ten minutes later wearing a black button-down blouse and a gray skirt that stopped just above her knees with her favorite pair of suede flats. Shortly after kissing me on the cheek and taking a seat at the terminal next to me, she slipped the shoes off her feet and decided to take a nap. I remember thinking that she looked so vulnerable to a little tickle on her silky foot as she slept peacefully. I took a pencil from my bookbag and dropped it on the floor, conveniently near Sasha's feet. As I bent down to pick the pencil off the floor, I softly slid the eraser across the front of her stockinged toes. She let out a quick yelp as I startled her from her sleep, at which point the entire class of around a dozen students stopped their work and looked up toward my direction. The school bell rang just then to signify a class change as I helped Sasha out of her chair and down the hall. I then helped her down the hall to her locker where she retrieved her things for the rest of her school day. I walked her to that class since I had lunch in the cafeteria then, and would not be counted as tardy.

As I walked her down the hall to her next class, I mustered all the courage I had in me and asked her to the senior prom later in the school year, which she agreed to. I dropped her off at her art class a few seconds later and turned to go back to the cafeteria. As I started away from the room, two things popped into my head: 1) I was so ecstatic that I was going to be taking her to her senior prom, but 2) I wondered why several students gave us strange looks as we walked down the hallway. Just then, I heard a scream coming from where I had just dropped Sasha off. I turned around right as she quickly padded from the classroom and ran up to me. I glanced down at her shoeless feet before we ran both ran down the hall in unison in search of her lost shoes. I must admit that it was a surreal yet perverse dream to witness her dirty up the soles of her stockings on the dusty concrete floor. We never did find her favorite pair of shoes, and I led her back to her locker to get her gym sneakers to prevent her bursting into tears. A few days after this happened, she thanked me for removing her phobia of walking barefoot in public as she drove me home from school. The night of the prom, she wore a one-piece silver sleeveless dress with sexy a pair of opaque white pantyhose on her legs. As she promised me back in December when she drove me home, she did not wear her shoes during the limo ride to and from the prom. She also excited me further as she danced a few songs in her stockinged feet.

Too bad she didn't get a run in her pantyhose.

To be honest with you PHR, I was only concerned with getting her shoes back at school. During the limo ride back from the prom, she did discover a slight run on the bottom of her hose where her toes meet the ball of her right foot and then held her foot up in the air to show me. The front of my pants bulged and I just about messed myself as I took her right foot in my hands and kissed her sole. I have two more stories, if you're interested, of Sasha and her twin sister both teasing me with their stockinged feet during the school year.

By all means, I'd love to hear more about your adventures.