Mmmmm, curves! There is something appealing about seeing the top half of tights clad legs, isn't there?
Now, many pages back I spoke about how back in the 80s and 90s you'd often see women in shops wearing a dress/skirt and tights, and often going shoeless behind the counter. It's a thing of the past now, sadly, as most women wear trousers and closed toe shoes - damn health and safety. However, this lack of behind the counter stocking feet reminded of a memory from when I was 11. It was at a local corner shop, and I'd been dispatched to pick up something or another. There was an Indian lady sat behind the counter, early 30s I'd say, and from a distance I could see that she'd ditched her shoes under the counter. Her feet looked delightfully greyish white, and with anticipation growing I moved closer and yes, she was in stocking feet!
I froze momentarily, wondering how to proceed; if I got too close she might put her shoes back on, if I stayed away I might not see her feet. I opted to keep a medium distance, not too close but close enough to savour her feet. They were quite long, and remained still throughout; she was on the phone for the duration of my visit, so wasn't really noticing me noticing her feet. I looked at products I had no intention of buying, all the while sneaking peeks at her feet. They looked so smooth, especially her heels which tucked out from under her trousers. I pretended to drop my money and do my shoes up as well, all as an excuse to get to eye level with her stocking feet. She was still wrapped up in her phone call so I took my time in looking at them, just savouring the view. Eventually I had to pay, as I needed to get back with whatever I was buying. I practically skipped out of the shop, that lovely tingling feeling going through my body as I'd just seen stocking feet close up. It would be another three years before I began actively seeking out stocking feet behind the counter, but this was a decent starting off point!
The second best thing about this? I was on holiday at my aunt's house, so I knew that I'd not see the woman again and as such I could get away with staring at her feet without consequence.
The very best thing about this? Just a day or two earlier I'd had my first nylon tickling/massaging experience with my aunt's feet (see page 4 of this thread for details), and was already on a hormone high! This experience just added to what had already been a great few days...!
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
