Here's the first of a series of pantyhose/foot fetish vignettes...

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You are in a Journey's End somewhere in America.She is your waitress at dinner. She's about 19 years old. Blonde...slim...very pretty. Probably was a cheerleader in her younger years but probably became high school class president. Now after her graduating she is waiting...waitressing. Her shift started over 8 hours ago. As she stood by to take your order you noticed her perfume. You could barely smell it. Sweet like candy floss....but slightly overpowered by the earthy smell of her hair. It's 90 degrees outside but you saw she was wearing hose of some kind. At first you thought she wasn't they were so colorless. She wore a low black heel. But she arrived to work that day in sneakers and then changed in the change room behind the bar. You chatted....became comfortable with her. She felt her feet sticking to the inside of her shoe even though she was wearing nylons. Her feet ached having been on them all day. You meet after her shift just to talk and chat. You decide to just go for coffee and talk. She is enchanting. She says she's going to go and exchange her heels for something more comfortable before you leave. She comes out of the dressing room with her sneakers on...her heels are in a plastic bag. She leaves to go to the bathroom leaving the plastic bag on a chair in front of you. Your heart pounds. As she dissappears into the bathroom you pull a shoe out of the bag. It is warm and damp. The insoles were stained grey. they were probably over a year old and worn by her every waitressing day. You bring the shoe within 6 or so inches from your face. And you can smell the sweet stink of leather and nylon and cotton candy. It's too much for you to bear. You shove your nose deep into the shoe for a brief yet soul-splitting moment. You inhale deeply almost choking. Your upper lip mashing into the dirty insole. Ehhhh Ehhhh shiver.....You quickly return the shoe to the bag as she comes out. She says in a voice that sounds more like shes 15 years old..."Okay I'm all ready!" The smell lingers on your upper lip. She has no idea that you now know exactly what the underside of her moist nylonned foot smells like and that you are smelling it on your upper lip as you speak to her at this very moment. She smiles and pauses and says:" What have you been doing?" "Just waiting for you." You say as your heart pounds. She smiles again.....as you leave for the coffee shop. The night has just begun.

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The night has just begun....

As you leave the air-conditioned restaurant you notice that its got to be over 90 degrees outside. The beautiful waif of petit pretty blonde next to you says in her teen-sounding voice: "Shit you didn't realize it was so hot out here, you should have changed my...oh never mind. Wait here a second." She runs back into the restaurant as you notice her in the doorway pulling off her sneakers and putting her low black pumps back on. Your heart pounds again seeing that she kept the flimsy pair of nude coloured nylons on. You guess that she didn't want to hold you up any longer and was willing to sweat in those hose rather than waste any more time. As she scurries back out, you catch another whiff of your lip. The sweet but vinegary smell has mellowed to a nutty tone now. As she runs up to you she apologizes:"Sorry...OK all set." As you walk you notice she has sprayed just a tiny bit of her perfume on. You realize that that slight cotton candy smell you noticed when you sniffed her insoles was more like a starwberry scented perfume. You talk and talk.....It seems you get along really well. She seems so interested in what you do and how you make a living. She seems so experienced for her apparently young years. After talking you realize she is really nineteen. And the reason you are together right now is because she is a very free spirit and open minded, even if her style is a little small town. You arrive at the coffee shop but it's closed. You look at each other nervously for a second and she says:" Actually, my apartment isn't too far from here. Why don't we just go there. We can kick off our shoes and relax." "Sure." you say......

The elevator in her building was broken so we had to walk up 10 stories. When you reach the top she exclaims: "My feet ache and I can't believe how hot it is." You look down at her legs and notice that the heat has made her nylons contract tightly against her skin, so much that you thought you were mistaken....maybe she did take them off. She says:"My place is air-conditioned."

As you enter the apartment she says:"Sorry the place is such a mess. Make yourself cozy while I neaten up a bit." Gazing around the bachelor apratment you can't believe your eyes. Strewn on the bed are 2 pairs of colored nylons. One turquoise and the other black. In the corner of the room is a laundry hamper with the legs from a pair of sheer white pantyhose hanging out from under the lid. The feet are noticibly dark grey from being worn. By the hamper were a pair of what looked like nurses leather shoes. On the other side of the room is a full length mirror. At the foot of the mirror is pair of ballet slippers and a pair of regular fuzzy slippers and rolled up and stuffed in the ballet shoes are a pair of blue nylons.She's a noticably messy housekeeper and seems more concerned about the dirty dishes in the sink than her belongings thown haphazardly all over.

"Would you like some tea?" "Sure." you said. She puts the kettle on and steps into the bathroom. Judging by the noises coming from the bathroom you sense that she is doing a quick cleaning."I'll just be a few minutes!" she said. Instanly you walk over to the laundry hamper and stare at the dirty white pantyhose hanging out of the hamper. You touch them. They are soft. You touch the feet. They are slightly damp. Your heart pounds.You sniff your fingers and you immediately notice that faint sour sweetness. You lift the lid. The sound of running water still rings from the bathroom. You looked at the crotch of the pantyhose but there's no cotton panel. Just sheer nylon. Judging by the stiffness of the crotch area, you realize that these were worn without panties. You pick them up and press the stiff yellowed nylon to your nose. You hold your breath. You don't know what to expect if you breathe now...these dirty nylons pressed against your face. You finally inhale deeply.....

Your nostrils swell with her dusty young body odor. A mixture of sweat, strawberries and vinegar. Ehhh Aaaa....mnmnmnm. You are so extremely hard now. Your head is spinning....

The sound of water stops and you quickly replace the lid and sit down. She opens the door. She still has not removed her black heels. She says:"There...." and sits on the other side of the sofa. You watch as she non-chalantly removes one shoe and says:"My feet ache so badly. I wish we didn't have to walk up here. That really did a number on my feet." You try not to stare at her sheer sheer nylonned foot as she points her sole at you. But you stare briefly at the sheer stretch of nylon between the ball of her foot and the base of her toes. Her eyes tell you to take her nylonned foot in your hands. She says suddenly:"Oh...they don't stink do they?" Embarrassed that they might, she pulls away. You quickly say non-chalantly:"Oh no I can't smell anything I have a really bad sinus cold anyway." You hold her foot and can defininitely smell her....very strongly.

You start to rub gently........