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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Ann - Part 2 (FFM, rom, 1st-bi, asian, tights) by tightsplus (tightsplus@yahoo.com) *** This story is intended for adults only. While not overly graphic, it refers to things that anyone less than 21 years old should not be reading. If you are turned off by ballet, Asian women or tights you should not read further. If you don't like Paris or France, please don't read this. In Chapter 1 we saw how Mike, an American living in Paris, started taking ballet lessons from Ann, a young and attractive Chinese woman, who was brought up by her conservative parents in Paris. In Chapters 2, 3 and 4 we read how Ann, as a student at the Lycee, was introduced to sex by an unscrupulous fellow student and one of his friends, and how Valerie, the head of the dance academy, introduced Ann to a private club just for women. At the club, Ann was taught about love making between women by an attractive Scandinavian woman who wore white fishnet tights. In Chapter 5, Ann and Mike start seeing each other outside of dance class. On an impulse, Ann visits her favorite luxury tights and bodysuit boutique where she buys a pair of pinstripe tights for Mike to wear under his business suits. Later she and Mike visit the boutique together. Sophie, the boutique manager, helps Ann select an incredibly sexy black lace tights and bodysuit combination and discovers just how arousing it can be for Mike when he tries on a pair of luxury tights himself. Ann watches attentively as Sophie helps Mike find relief. Ann has found in Mike a handsome and sensitive man, to whom she is deeply attracted. With Mike, she feels in control. Mike is happy to be led by the beautiful Chinese woman down a path of sensual and sexual discovery. Let's see where that path leads in Chapter 6. Chapter 5 Ann was pleased to see how well Mike was picking up the basics of ballet. He had a natural grace in his movement, his posture was excellent and he was improving his flexibility. He was incredibly handsome, with clear honest eyes; dark hair and a strong chin which by evening (when he came to ballet class) showed what a full beard he would have if he let it grow. Whenever she had to get close to Mike to correct a position, Ann loved Mike's strong masculine smell. She loved to feel his muscular thighs and his strong shoulders as she adjusted his pose. Mike's original reason for coming to class was to help him regain his flexibility and movement as he recovered from his accident. She hoped that he was enjoying the class enough so that he would stay on, now that he had recovered. Ann noticed with some amusement how Mike's presence in class had affected the young women in the class. One in particular, probably no more than 18 years old, seemed attracted to Mike in a shy kind of way. Her name was Alix. She was one of the best dancers in the class with the kind of long thin legs and elegant arms that would allow her to become professional as indeed she wished. When she was on Pointe, she looked like a stork bending back and forth gracefully. There was something quite sexy about the way she wore a pair of black stirrup tights over her regulation pink tights. She always rolled down the top couple of inches of the black tights around the top of her hips. The effect was to accentuate the length of her thin torso. Like most ballerinas, she used quite a bit of make-up, highlighting the fine bones of her face. For several months, Ann's contact with Mike was limited to the ballet classes. But one day, they ran into each other on the street near where Mike worked. Mike was going out for lunch, and politely asked Ann if she would like to join him. They were a striking couple as they walked up the Avenue de l'Op‚ra and entered the Caf‚ de la Paix: he, a handsome, clean- cut American businessman, in a formal dark business suit; she, a stunning Chinese beauty, wearing jeans and a sexy pink turtleneck sweater. People turned to look at them, but as they took a table they were only aware of each other. They ordered a large bottle of Badoit and pointed out their favorite foods on the menu to each other. Over lunch, Ann told about her life growing up in a Chinese family in Paris, and Mike about his life as a banker. All the time, Ann was dying to grab the lapels of his suit jacket and bury her face in Mike's shoulder. When they rose after the meal and headed back towards Mike's office, they walked side by side and Mike held Ann gently by the arm. Outside his office, she thanked him for lunch as she squeezed his arm. They agreed to have lunch together again soon. After their lunch together, Ann and Mike usually found themselves lingering on after the evening ballet classes. Ann always had a few administrative things to take care of and had to turn the lights out and lock the door. Mike would take his time changing, so that by the time Ann was ready to leave, they would walk out together. Apart from the club, which Valerie had introduced her to (see Chapter 4), Ann indulged herself in few luxuries. For one thing she didn't have a lot of money; for another her traditional Chinese upbringing was quite conservative. But there was one luxury, which she did enjoy: shopping for the latest fashions at a tights and bodysuit boutique on the Right Bank. The boutique always had all the latest Wolford styles. Wolford is probably the most innovative designer of leg and body-wear. Every season they come out with new styles and Ann loved to visit the boutique and occasionally buy something, as her budget would allow. She had gotten to know Sophie, the attractive manager of the boutique, quite well. One cold winter day after her lunch with Mike, Ann stopped in at the boutique and Sophie showed her the latest fashion arrivals. Whenever Ann seemed interested in a particular article, Sophie would take it out of its packaging and let Ann feel it. If it was tights, she put her hand into one leg so that she could get an idea of what they would look like. "Here is one of our best sellers," said Sophie. "A lot of business women have bought these pin-stripe tights." The pin stripes were dark and lighter shades of gray. The material was soft blend of nylon and Lycra, with a touch of wool. Like all Wolford tights, they were designed with a cotton gusset so that they could be worn comfortably without panties. Ann asked how much they were, and gulped when Sophie mentioned the price. Still, she asked for one pair, large size. "Large?" asked Sophie. "You usually take medium." "They're for a friend," replied Ann. "She must be a good friend. I'm sure she'll like them," said Sophie. Ann blushed. "In fact, it's 'he' not 'she'." He's in the ballet class I teach. He works for an International Bank, and I thought the tights would go well with his dark business suits." Still blushing, Ann paid for the tights, which Sophie had wrapped in a nice gift package. As she was leaving the store, Sophie said: "be sure to bring your friend in sometime. I'd like to know how he likes the tights and maybe we can find some other things for him." As was their custom, they gave each other a quick kiss on both checks. That evening, as Ann and Mike were leaving the ballet studio together, she to go home in the Chinese section near the Place d'Italie, and he to his apartment in the Marais, Ann handed Mike the gift package. "Mike, here is a little gift to thank you for lunch. I hope you like it." She pressed the package into his hands. Mike opened his gift when he got home to his apartment. Inside was a little note from Ann: "Dear Mike, thank you for the lovely lunch. I am pleased by the progress you've made in ballet. I hope that you will enjoy wearing these tights under your business suits so that your legs are always warm when you come to class during these cold winter days. Affectionately, Ann." Mike was touched to receive such a kind and, yes, personal, gift from Ann. The next morning, Mike wore the tights. They were very comfortable. The only problem was that the tight embrace and feel of the material made him get erect all the time. Plus, he was a little self-conscious that people at the office would notice he was wearing tights and think it strange. But of course they only showed below the cuff of his trousers and looked just like a pair of socks. About a week later, Ann and Mike had agreed to meet again during Mike's lunch break. They met at the Place Vend“me. This time, Ann did bury her face into Mike's shoulder as she put her arms around him. Mike took in the fragrance of her silken black hair. They ambled around the Place Vend“me and up the Rue St. Honor‚ happy in each other's company. "Oh! Look, Mike, there is the shop where I got you the tights." She pointed across the street to a boutique that an attractive woman seemed to be locking up for lunch. "And that's my friend Sophie." They crossed the street and Ann introduced Sophie and Mike. "So you are Ann's lucky man," said Sophie, "I hope you like the tights." "Sophie, I see you are closing for lunch, we'll come back some time when you are open. I'd like to show Mike your boutique." "Oh, I don't have any lunch plans. Come on in if you like." She opened the door for them. "I'll leave up the 'closed' sign so that we'll have some privacy." In fact, the inside of the boutique really was quite private. Although there were mannequins in the shop window wearing various styles of hosiery and bodysuits, there was a curtain behind them that prevented passer-bys from peering into the boutique itself. Like all men in a shop selling intimate articles of lingerie and hosiery, Mike felt awkward and out of place. He was hesitant to stare too openly at the articles on display. Sophie was sensitive to his shyness and to help him overcome it, she pulled out a great variety of different tights and bodysuits and put them in Mike's hands to feel, asking him his opinion. She pointed out all the finer points and would say what she herself liked most. For example: "I love the feel of these pantyhose against my skin." Or: "I like to wear these tights without panties. Don't you think, Mike, that tights look much sexier without panties? The same thing goes for bodysuits. I never wear a bra under a bodysuit." Slowly Mike relaxed and finally felt comfortable enough to ask about the black lace tights and bodysuit that one of the mannequins in the window was wearing. "That, Mike, is one of my favorites too. Here, let's let Ann try them on for us," said Sophie, as she pulled a pack of tights and bodysuit out of a drawer. "Ann will be stunning wearing them with her long black hair. Here, Ann, you know where the changing room is." While Ann was in the changing room, Sophie continued to chat with Mike and showed him some of her other styles. "Here is one of my favorites. It's an Italian tight, made by Oroblu, with nearly fifty percent cotton and lots of Lycra. It is very soft and luxurious, but also gives lots of support." Sophie said as she pulled an opaque black tight out of its package. "Here, feel this. I think you'll like them." Mike touched the material tentatively. Sophie boldly pointed to the crotch of the tights and said: "See how well made these tights are here. They use a special weave to give them extra durability. I think they would be perfect for you. Do you want to try them on?" At that moment, Ann came out of the changing room wearing the black lace tights and bodysuit. Mike sucked his breath in. She was so beautiful. Her breasts were firm mounds whose shape and nipples could just be seen through the lace material. The double layer of lace from the tights and bodysuit around her hips discreetly covered her. "Ah! Ann I knew you would look perfect! Turn around." As Ann turned, Sophie ran her hands down Ann's back and up her legs to her butt. "They fit perfectly." Turning to Mike, she said, "Your turn now to change." In the changing room, Mike undressed, leaving only his white shirt on. As he pulled on the black Oroblu tights, the tightness immediately gave him an erection, which fortunately the tights were able to contain and the white shirt was able to cover. When he emerged from the changing room, Ann and Sophie were looking over some articles laid out on the counter. They turned as Mike emerged. He felt self-conscious standing in front of the two women in the black tights and white business shirt. But he felt strangely more at ease when Sophie came over to him and led him to the middle of the room in front of a couch. She sat down and ran her hands over Mike's legs and tightly encased rear. The feel of her hands made Mike even harder. "Here, sit down on this couch and let's see if they are comfortable when you sit down," said Sophie. As he sat down on the couch next to Sophie, she spread his legs a little so she could run her hands up the inside of his thighs and with the other hand lifted his white shirt. "Oh look, Ann, he is all hard. I think he must like the feel of these soft tights. Let's see what happens if I rub a little a bit here. Yes, he seems to like it." Sophie rubbed the tips of her fingers against Mike's hardness, which was straining through the tights. "Ann, hold his hands out of the way while I work on him on little more." Ann sat on the other side of him and held Mike's hands above his head so that he couldn't protect himself from Sophie's attentions. As she did so, her breasts in their lace bodysuit pressed against his face. Meanwhile, Sophie continued to rub the tip of his erection with a quick motion of her hand back and forth. Ann stared into Mike's eyes as they glazed over in pleasure. When at last he arched his back in orgasm, she kissed him deeply on the mouth to cover his groan of pleasure. Sophie took one of Ann's hands and guided it to the stickiness, which seeped through the material of the tights. After the visit to Sophie's boutique, Ann felt very close and protective of Mike. She was so pleased that she could love and respect Mike, but at the same time control the pace of their relationship. Ann knew she and Mike were destined for each other, but she wanted to discover him slowly, enjoy him like a many course meal. To be continued... Comments welcome tightsplus@yahoo.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 17