The most sexually exciting time of my life began during an otherwise routine Monday lunch hour. I needed to replenish my pantyhose stock, so I went to my favorite upscale department store to get a few pairs. I had enough black and off-black, but I needed, and prefer, a few pairs of skin tones like coffee and suntan. As a thirty-six year old, professional woman of Puerto Rican and Italian descent, they complement my light brown skin perfectly. I wear either pantyhose or stockings daily, and believe that they’re the proper leg attire in professional settings. I hate to see today’s young women going to work bare legged all the time, even during the cold, wintry months. How inappropriate, silly, and so not sexy! Pink legs are not attractive! Anyway, I’ve been wearing only ultra sheer nylons for years, because I love the flattering look and subtle skin tones, but mostly because I just adore the smooth, light and silky feeling of 100% nylon covering my legs and feet all day long. I don’t usually admit such things, but I often get aroused in my office at work. While conducting business on the phone, I begin to have sensual daydreams. I then kick off my heels and teasingly caress my nylon-covered legs and feet under my desk. Sometimes my hand goes between my legs, but I catch myself before going too far.

I went up to the hosiery section, which was empty except for the saleslady and me. We smiled cordially for a second, and I was immediately surprised by her beauty. A thirty something woman, probably from India, she had perfectly smooth, brown skin, long black hair, and large, dreamy, doe-shaped eyes that sparkled as she smiled. She offered to help me, and I told her what I was looking for. She smiled again and said in the cutest accent that she wears the same type of pantyhose. She said she discovered a new line of Berkshires that have rich tones and are very silky to the touch. She took a sample and placed it over my hand. She was right. The color and sheerness were impeccable. I saw that her lapel tag read Sophie, so I thanked her, introduced myself as Pamela, and told her I’d take six pairs split between suntan and coffee. I showed her the nasty run that had just developed on my right leg, and needed to change into another pair right away. I was about to ask her for the nearest ladies room to change, but she offered to have me change in the stock room instead, and gave me a complimentary pair to wear right away. Our eyes locked, and an unmistakable attraction between us occurred. My heart beat rapidly, as I remembered that I’m happily married with two young boys. Yet, I felt this burning desire to hold this woman in my arms, kiss her, and make love to her wearing nothing but our pantyhose. I’d never been with another woman, but Sophie awakened sexual desires I never knew existed.

She was a little taller than me, with a beautifully slim figure. She wore a brownish-grey mini skirt suit, with smoky grey, ultra sheer pantyhose and black, sling back heels. The girl was fine by anyone’s standards! She paged another salesperson to watch the area, then motioned for me to follow her. My eyes were glued to her lovely legs and perky ass as she smoothly strutted. She opened an unmarked door to a small room stacked with cartons of hosiery. A large leather couch was in the back, partially hidden behind the cartons and loose packages of pantyhose and stockings. She locked the door, led me to the couch, and told me that she was the only one with a key, so I would be safe changing there. I thanked her with a wide smile, lifted my skirt, and rolled off my damaged nylons. She walked back towards the door, apparently allowing me some privacy. I slid my new pantyhose on, admiring the look and feel of her selection. As I pulled up the panty, I noticed that they were crotch-less. Sophie gave me a pair of naughty pantyhose, and I loved it! I then felt a pair of eyes on me, and looked up to see her standing right in front of me. Our eyes locked once again, when she suddenly threw her arms around my neck and kissed me fully on my lips. Her tongue met my own, and her kiss was so soft and sweet. We moaned in unison from our probing tongues and hands caressing each other’s nylon covered thighs and asses. I was so hot for this woman!

After several minutes of deeply romantic kissing and hugging, we separated our lips as she gushed, “Oh Pamela, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me. I mean, I’m married with a little girl, and I’ve never even thought of kissing another woman before. But, you’re so sexy and beautiful, and I couldn’t resist your legs in those sexy nylons. I want to feel them sliding against my own, but I don’t mean to scare you away.” I put a finger to her lovely lips and replied, “Don’t worry, Sophie. You’ve done nothing wrong. I’m married with children as well, and I’ve never been with another woman either. I was attracted to you when you first approached me outside, and I’d love to have our legs entwined.” Then, totally out of character, I couldn’t believe that I blurted, “I want to make love to you, Sophie, in our pantyhose, of course.” Surprised by my frankness and honesty, Sophie beamed and kissed me again. Ooh, I loved tasting her sweet tongue.

We quickly undressed each other down to our pantyhose (Sophie wore crotch-less also, and her beautiful black bush was so enticing), leaving a pile on the floor. We then stood face-to-face, embraced and fell back together on the couch, with our tongues passionately dancing together amid a room full of fine hosiery. The scene was so hot and I was so horny! Being in the arms of another woman felt so new, and yet, so natural, that I didn’t feel like I was cheating on my husband. After all, I wasn’t with another man. Our kisses were magical, and Sophie’s hands caressing my nylons were nothing short of hypnotic. With her now lying on top of me, I spread my legs as she nestled between them. Our bodies matched perfectly, with her soft breasts and warm stomach pressed against mine. Then, a truly wonderful experience changed me forever.

Shivers ran down my spine from our pantyhose sliding together. It was the most sensual experience I’d ever felt in my life, and I slowly caressed the silken nylon covering Sophie’s lovely legs with my arched stocking feet. We smiled and kissed again, this time with fierce passion. I closed my eyes, reveling in the euphoria of sweet kisses and hot, nylon leg sex. Electric shocks of pleasure then raced through me as our flaming wet, pussies met. My ass cheeks immediately tightened, and I crossed my legs tightly around her thighs. I was delirious with lust as our hips danced rhythmically, causing our charged love canals to grind together. We became like two wild animals with our feminine lust unleashed. Panting heavily between kisses, I opened my eyes to see Sophie fucking me missionary style with her wonderful pussy. It was so devilishly awesome to see two pairs of beautifully sheer, nylon-covered legs entwined. Now locked in a furious bump and grind, I felt the unmistakable rumblings of an earth-shaking orgasm rapidly building, and I dug my nails into her firm ass cheeks. We broke our hot kisses and groaned aloud in ecstasy, as our now sweaty bodies rolled in unison. Sophie grabbed me by the shoulders, and buried her face between my welcoming breasts as her entire body stiffened and vibrated over me. My eyes rolled back and my toes curled as an awesome orgasm swept us away in a sea of sexual nirvana. I just couldn’t stop cumming, nor did I want to. I squeezed every ounce of energy I had left to grind my pussy lips against Sophie’s, causing her to yelp while jerking uncontrollably. We remained in a tight embrace, kissing and teasingly running our stocking feet along each other’s pantyhose-covered treasures. Still breathing deeply, Sophie said, “Wow! That was so beautiful, Pamela. I’ve never felt like this with my husband, and he’s a great lover.” With tears in my eyes from the intense orgasm I’d just experienced, I replied, “Honey, this has been the most wonderful lunch hour ever! Now I know why I love wearing nylons so much. My poor husband would never understand. Now, kiss me Baby, before we get back to work.” She flashed that beautiful smile, then we kissed and caressed like two people in love.

We finally realized the time, and quickly rose from the couch and got dressed. While combing our hair and freshening up our makeup, we decided our future together as secret lesbian lovers.

Well, Sophie and I are still happily with our husbands and families, but we make sure to meet several times a month at a nice, quaint hotel close to our respective jobs. We spend our lunch hour, and some early evenings, making torrid lesbian love while wearing nothing but the most sensually sheer pantyhose we can buy. Sophie is even willing to try stockings and garters come this spring. She’s never worn them before, and I can’t wait to see her wearing coffee-tone stockings with reinforced heels and toes covering her pretty, dainty feet; held in place by a taut garter belt. Who would have thought that a small stock room in the women’s hosiery section would be where I rediscovered my female sexuality? I have gained more than I could have ever imagined; a beautiful female lover who shares my love of sheer nylons. Thank heaven for women and pantyhose!

This is a story from a very close family friend. She's still enjoying the end of the story.