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Tina (FFM, rom, asian, 1st-bi, tights)
by Tightsplus (tightsplus@yahoo.com)

***

Tina is an Asian dance student at a well-known West 
Coast University. One day she sets off to shop for some 
tights and invites Mike to come along.

***

Chapter 1: Shopping


"Hey, Mike, do you want to go shopping with me?" The 
question came from Tina, a freshman girl who lived in 
the same student housing as me at a famous University on 
the West Coast.

I was a grad student but had gotten to know Tina during 
her first days on campus when she had stopped me to ask 
directions to registration. We often chatted together 
and discovered many interests in common. She was from 
the Philippines, but of Chinese descent with some 
Spanish priest's blood somewhere in her lineage. It was 
perhaps that little bit of Spanish blood that gave her 
quite good sized breasts for an Asian woman. 

Once or twice already we had had some serious late-into-
the-night type discussions as college students are apt 
to do. Once it was about economic development in the 
Philippines (I told you it was serious), and once about 
her earlier ambition to be a ballet dancer and how she 
had made the painful decision to go to College instead. 
I can't remember all the other long drawn out 
discussions we had but soon we become good friends. I 
was attracted by her youthful exuberance and good looks, 
and I think she liked an older confidant. 

That Saturday afternoon, when she asked me the question, 
I had just finished a major bit of work and was taking a 
break in front of the housing complex, basking in the 
late October sun. Tina had just come around the corner 
on her bike when she spotted me. A bike ride to the 
shops with Tina would be the perfect break. 

As we rode on our way, I asked her where she wanted to 
go shopping. She said she wanted to buy some tights for 
the winter and was heading to a dance supply shop on 
University Avenue. 

In the dance shop, Tina went around her business looking 
for tights. In the meantime, I stood by the check-out 
counter and took in the activity. There were a couple of 
mannequins in the shop window showing off, I suppose, 
the latest fashions in leotards and tights. The clerk, a 
blonde woman of about 30 years, was helping a young 
girl, accompanied by her mother, try on ballet shoes. 
Against one wall there were a couple of changing rooms 
and a full-length mirror. 

A young woman was standing in front of the mirror 
(another student from the University I guessed) and was 
checking out how she looked in a long-sleeved black 
leotard and pink tights. On the door of the changing 
cabins was a crudely-drawn picture of a woman's torso 
wearing panties and a text which said: "please keep on 
your panties when trying on the tights." I thought about 
that for a moment. Did that mean that girls didn't wear 
panties under their tights? Somehow the thought was 
quite arousing. 

My reverie was interrupted by Tina saying to me: "Mike, 
come and help me select some colors." She was looking 
into a catalogue which had pictures of different models 
of tights and little patches of color to help select. 
She was pointing to a Danskin tight and asked me which 
colors I liked. 

I helped her select a burgundy color, a navy blue and a 
black. I also suggested pink but she said she already 
loads of pink tights left over from her dancing days. As 
I was helping her select the colors I noticed some of 
the other styles: stirrup tights, fishnets, professional 
weight tights with seams. We went to aisle where the 
tights were neatly stacked up and I helped Tina select 
the tights of the right color and size for her. 

Standing close to Tina and surrounded by all those 
tights and other dance wear, I was getting thoroughly 
aroused and was getting quite a noticeable erection 
which I tried my best to hide. We paid for the tights 
and left the store. We didn't say a thing as we biked 
back to the housing complex, but after we had parked our 
bikes, Tina reached up and gave me a quick kiss on the 
check, said "Mike, that was fun, thanks for coming 
along," and run up the stairs to her room. 

That night I had a vivid dream of Tina in the changing 
room of a ballet studio. She was standing dressed only 
in a pair of pink tights. Another girl, also Asian and 
also just wearing pink tights, was standing behind her 
and helping her fix her hair into a bun for dancing. The 
erect nipples of the other girl's naked breasts would 
occasionally brush up against Tina's back. Tina was 
getting obviously aroused by the attention and when she 
turned around I could see that her nipples too were 
erect. As she turned around her nipples brushed against 
those of the other Asian girl. Tina put her arms around 
her, and stroked her back. She reached down and held the 
girls buns - encased in pink tights - as the girl did 
the same to her. 

Slowly they kissed with Tina's tongue darting into the 
other girl's mouth and one of her hands coming around to 
the front and slipping down to stroke the girl's cunt 
through her tights. Before long they were lying on the 
floor in a 69 position with Tina on top and kissing the 
girl's clit through her tights. 

Meanwhile the other girl was busy with Tina and soon 
both girls were moaning with pleasure. The crotches of 
their tights were soaking wet and plastered to their 
cunts liked a second skin. Tina slipped one hand under 
the elastic waist of the girl's tights and gave her clit 
a series of strokes which brought the girl close to 
cumming. Meanwhile her own clit was being gently 
stimulated by the other girl's lapping of the tongue...

At that point I woke up with a start and needless to say 
I didn't fall back to sleep without first masturbating.

I didn't see Tina for a couple of weeks after that - I 
had to make some trips for my research - but one day I 
was standing in line at the post office when I heard 
Tina's voice behind me say "Hi, Mike, where have you 
been?" I explained and she then asked me if I wanted to 
come over to her place later on as she had something she 
wanted to show me. We agreed that I would go to her room 
just after dinner. As she walked away, I noticed she was 
wearing short shorts over black tights - were they the 
ones I helped her buy? - and what looked like a black 
leotard which showed off her breasts to perfection. 
Damm! I was getting aroused again and wondered what the 
evening would bring. 

At about 8 that evening I knocked on her door and she 
let me in. I was glad to see that her roommate was out 
and that she was alone. I looked at her half of the room 
and smiled to myself: everything was neat and tidy, 
unlike the other side of the room which was a mess of 
books, clothes and leftover snacks strewn all over the 
place. 

"Oh, Mike I'm so glad you came. Mary (her roommate) is 
out at the Irish bar with her boy-friend, so we can have 
some quite time on our own." 

We settled down, she sitting at the head of her bed 
resting her back against the pillow, with her legs 
pulled up to her chest, me at the foot of the bed, 
keeping a certain distance between us. After all, apart 
from that one quick kiss, we were not on touching terms. 
She had kicked off her shoes, but apart from that she 
was still wearing the same outfit as earlier in the day. 
We chatted away some and I was about to ask her what she 
wanted to show me, when she up a photo album that was 
lying on her desk next to the bed. 

"Look. My mom sent me the album of my photos when I was 
a ballet student. I noticed how interested you were in 
all the outfits when we were at the shop the other day 
and thought you might be interested to see some of my 
photos." 

Had I been so obvious in the shop? We moved closer 
together and she opened the album at the beginning. 
There must have been about 50 pages. The first were of 
photos of her when she was maybe 5 or 6 wearing pink 
tights and pink leotards. The following pages had 
pictures of her at stage of her development into as a 
ballerina and of course as a girl and young woman. She 
pointed out special pictures of performances she had 
been in, and of teachers and friends posing with her. 

My favorite was of her one leg standing 'en-pointe' with 
the other leg pointing straight up and being held by one 
arm. She must have been about 16 at the time. I also 
liked the photos of her wearing an almost transparent 
unitard and standing in a line of girls on stage. 

"There was a lot of controversy over those outfits," she 
said. I could see why. There was also some nice ones of 
her warming up in leg-warmers. And a few of her wearing 
in fishnet tights. I was amazed at how supple Tina had 
been and joked that I bet she could not hold one leg 
above her head now. "You want to bet?" 

And sure enough she jumped up took off her shorts and 
stood in front of me in her blacks tights and leotard. 
And very gracefully took the heel of one foot in her 
hand and slowly lifted it over her head.

"Now, Mike, I've got to catch up on some of my reading. 
You can stay if you want and look some more at the 
album." 

So she got back to her position at the head of the bed 
(without, I was pleased to see, bothering to put her 
shorts back on)and I took the foot of the bed with her 
album which I proceeded to study carefully. I was 
immersed in the album when I noticed that Tina had 
stretched her legs out and her feet were practically on 
my lap. Without asking, I put one hand out and began 
giving her a massage. First her feet and then her ankles 
and calves. "Don't stop. That feels so good." 

Encouraged, I knelt between her feet and used both hands 
to massage her legs, right up to her thighs. I loved the 
feel of her legs still clad in her black tights. Tina 
put her book down and was leaning back with her eyes 
closed enjoying the massage. She had spread her legs a 
little and I could see that Tina at any rate didn't wear 
any panties under her tights and leotard. Slowly but 
surely I massaged higher and higher up her legs and as I 
squeezed the flesh of her inner thigh the back of my 
hand brushed against her leotard covering her pussy. As 
I did so, she let out a small moan. 

My trembling hands beat a little retreat, but soon they 
were back at the top of her thighs and again brushing 
against her leotard. "Mike this massage is feeling so 
good. Would you mind doing my back? Look the other way 
and I'll slip out of this leotard." When she gave me the 
all clear, I turned around and saw that she was lying 
face down. Her back was bare, ad all she had on were her 
black tights. This time I started at the top, with her 
shoulders, and worked my way down. 

Before long my hands were straying over the top of her 
tights and then kneading her buns. Through her tights, I 
could see the crack of her bum and the lips of her spot 
and I could see that she was moist with desire. My lips 
and tongue replaced my hands as I gently sucked and 
licked her through her tights. When I turned her over, 
rolled down her tights and started kissing her clit, she 
shuddered. I inserted a finger inside her and continued 
to work on her clit until I felt the throbbing of her 
cumming on my finger inside her. 

Just then there was a knock on the door and Mary's 
voice: "Hey, guys I'm back can I come in?" I made my way 
back to my room - happy but frustrated - and clinging to 
Tina's black tights that I had picked up as we had 
quickly tidied up before letting Mary in. That night I 
slept with her tights next to my pillow and enjoyed 
Tina's smell. 


Chapter 2: In Part Two Tina is the narrator.


When I woke the next morning, my pussy was still flush 
from Mike touching, licking and kissing me. It was the 
first orgasm I'd had in such a long time, too long a 
time. Lying in bed, I thought of the last time I'd had 
one: I was filling the bath with water and I got in 
while the tub was still practically empty. Don't ask me 
where I got the idea from, but I slid onto my back, 
raised and opened my knees and positioned myself so that 
the stream of water from the tap fell onto my clitoris. 

I thought too of Mike. He was someone I could get really 
fond of. Apart from enjoying his company, he seemed like 
a really sensitive guy: someone who was more interested 
in giving me a good orgasm than in just shoving himself 
into me quickly and being done with it. I felt a warm 
glow of gratitude and wondered how I could repay him. 

When my roommate, Mary, woke up and started rummaging 
around, I wrapped a towel around my waist and scurried 
off to the showers. I guess the fresh water must have 
wakened me up to reality and I laughed at myself: what 
did I know of Mike and his fantasies? Mike probably 
wasn't even that interested in me. He was clearly a real 
intellectual type - doing research into Microbiology 
wasn't it? As he had said during one of our chats, he 
didn't have a girlfriend because he was too busy with 
his research. I was in a different league and probably 
only got accepted into the University because they 
needed some good dancers for their ballet program which 
they were trying to get off the ground. 

When I got back to my room after my shower, Mary said: 
"Your Prince in Shining Armour just called and said he 
had something to drop off for you. I told him that we 
leave our door unlocked so he could drop it off any time 
he wanted." I blushed and protested: "He is not my 
Knight in Shining Armour. He's just a friend." 

It was going to be a busy day. I had classes the whole 
day, with a ballet class at 11. It looked chilly outside 
so I wore jeans and a sweater over my tights and 
leotard. I shoved my ballet slippers and an extra pair 
of stirrup tights in my book bag and grabbed and rushed 
off to my first class. All thoughts of Mike and the last 
evening's "massage" were banished as I concentrated on 
the lectures. By the time my dance class came around at 
11 I was ready for a break. As I slipped out of my 
sweater and jeans, I thought of Mike again. 

I looked at myself in the mirrors of the dance studio: I 
did have great legs, breasts which if anything were a 
bit too large for a ballet dancer, and a face from which 
shone alert eyes and which was said to be beautiful: a 
mix of Chinese and a little Spanish, typical of the 
aristocracy of Manila from which I came. The teacher 
walked into the studio. She was a French woman called 
Valerie. About 35 years old with a lean taut body. 

"It's cold today, so I want you all to wear an extra 
layer." She was wearing pink leg warmers over her 
tights. I took my extra pair of black stirrup tights out 
of my book bag and wore them over my pink tights and 
black leotard. Some of the other girls were wearing leg 
warmers like the teacher. I slipped into my ballet 
shoes.

As I danced, my thoughts kept wandering and I imagined I 
was dancing for Mike. I wondered about his fantasies. A 
lot of guys seem attracted by us Asian women. And he was 
so cute at the dance wear shop. It was obvious that he 
was a little embarrassed in such a feminine environment, 
but he also seemed more than a little interested in all 
those tights and leotards, leg warmers and other stuff. 

It made me think of the time when I was 14 years old. I 
had come home early from my ballet classes. I thought I 
was alone but as I climbed the stairs, I heard some 
noise in my room. I was afraid of whom it might be so I 
very quietly finished climbing the stairs and peered 
into the room. The door was not quite closed. 

My heart jumped: there was my brother (16 at the time) 
standing in front of my full length mirror wearing 
nothing else except for a pair of my pink ballet tights. 
His member stood fully erect and was clearly visible 
though the pink material. One hand was stroking it. I 
stared more fascinated than indignant. I hadn't seen my 
brother naked since we took baths together years ago. 
And why was he wearing my tights? What was I to do? 
Barge in? No, I was too embarrassed for that. Beat a 
retreat downstairs? No, I was too fascinated by the 
scene in front of me. 

So I just stayed and watched until he moaned and shot a 
load of cum into my tights and collapsed onto my bed. I 
hadn't thought of that scene with my brother for a long 
time, but thinking about it made me fantasize about Mike 
wearing a pair of my pink tights and me running my 
finger nails up and down his erect member which strained 
under the tight material. And then kissing it and 
running my tongue where my nails had been...

My fantasizing was disturbed as I had one leg up on the 
barre and the dance teacher put her hand on my leg, gave 
my thigh a gentle squeeze and said: "you seem in a 
different world today, but you're dancing beautifully." 
The squeeze sent a tingle through me, a little erotic 
thrill. My teacher's hand was so close to where Mike had 
brought me so much pleasure last evening. I was shocked 
that another woman's touch could affect me so much. 

When I got back to my room, I saw a pair of black tights 
neatly folded on my bed. There was little note folded on 
top of them "Dear Tina, I didn't mean to run off with 
your tights last night - and I'm sorry to miss you but 
I'm leaving for a week of research in Boston..." 


Chapter 3: In part three, the story is continued by 
Valerie the French ballet teacher.


When I touched Tina's leg as it was stretched on the 
bar, and squeezed very gently her thigh, I sensed a 
response. You have to understand that as a dance teacher 
I am often touching my students to correct a position, 
to help them with their balance, or sometimes just to 
give them a little pat of encouragement. And of course 
that's usually all there is to it. Sometimes, a student 
will develop a crush on me - an older woman of authority 
- and, yes I admit it, with those students I sometimes 
allow my touches to linger a little longer than 
necessary or to be in more intimate places than would be 
required. I confess that I enjoyed the thrill of power 
over these young women, with their girlish crushes. 

My touches during class would both increase my sense of 
control and suggest to them that yes their affections 
were noticed and appreciated. But don't get the wrong 
idea or let your fantasies run wild: basically I 
remained strictly professional and I never allowed 
myself to have a sexual relationship with any of my 
students. Well, hardly ever. Back in France, where 
relationships between teachers and students were not 
frowned on in the same way as they are in this country, 
it is true that I had taken advantage of more than one 
young girl's crush on me. 

Once even, and you may find this shocking, the mother of 
one girl had more or less encouraged me. I think the 
mother wanted to make sure that her daughter's first 
experience would be with someone who would take care to 
give her daughter an experience she would look back on 
the rest of her life with pleasure. As she put it: "my 
daughter has a crush on you. I don't know how you feel 
about her. But if you want to sleep with her, I won't 
say no. I just say be gentle with her." 

But I am straying from my story. I was surprised by 
Tina's response, and maybe I was deluding myself, 
because I was quite sure that Tina was not one of the 
young women in my class who had a crush on me. Too bad 
because I felt very attracted to her: she was certainly 
the most beautiful woman in the class besides being the 
best dancer. 

But perhaps she had a boyfriend and just wasn't 
interested in women. I resolved to find out. Next day's 
class was in the late afternoon. During class, I did not 
have time to give any special attention to Tina until 
just the end of the class because a couple of the other 
students required more than the usual help with their 
positions. But at the end of the class, I had all the 
students lined up at the barre for the cool-down period. 
Tina's right leg was extended on the barre and she was 
leaning forward reaching out with her fingers just 
beyond her toes. 

I admired her gracefulness and the line of back, and the 
way her leotard was stretched over her rear. As I often 
do to help a student stretch, I put one hand on her back 
and one hand on her front but this time I made sure my 
hand on front was just slightly overlapping the bottom 
half of her right breast. Her breast felt so soft yet so 
firm and I was very tempted to leave my hand there 
longer. But next I had all my students raise themselves 
from the barre and stretch up, still leaving their right 
legs on the barre. As she did so, Tina looked at me. 

Her beautiful Oriental eyes said everything: "You 
touched my breast, you did it on purpose. I am shocked 
but thrilled." That was all the encouragement I needed. 
I placed my hand on her right leg and felt the muscles 
of her inner thigh stretched in extension over the 
barre. I briefly massaged her thigh and moved my hand 
until it was close to where her tights disappeared under 
her leotard. 

I was so tempted to allow my hand to follow the tights 
under the crotch of her leotard, but I resisted the 
temptation and turned to dismiss the class: "OK that's 
all for today. Be sure to dress warmly as it is cold out 
there. Tina, I want you to stay on after class please." 
As I said this, I noticed one of the girls look 
enviously at Tina. No doubt she wished that she was the 
one asked to stay behind. The students thanked me for 
the class and went into the changing room, leaving me 
alone with Tina.

"Tina, you are doing very well but there are a couple of 
movements I want you to practice. We have to give up 
this room now, but I live nearby. Can you come to my 
place now? You can stay on for dinner afterwards."


Chapter 4: in which Tina is the narrator. 


When we arrived at Valerie's place, I was a bit uneasy 
because I felt the sexual tension between us. Where 
would this lead? I thought of Mike. What would he think? 
What did I think of these new feelings that Valerie was 
arousing in me? 

And what did I think of Valerie? 

She had the taut well toned body of a ballerina and a 
face which spelt a strength of character, someone who 
knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. Did she 
want me?

"Tina, we will practice in here. Stand in front of this 
full length mirror. What I want you to practice is your 
pied-a-la-main. First your left leg." I used the back of 
a chair for balance and with the heel of my left foot in 
my hand, extended by leg vertically up until it was over 
my head. In this position, the lips of my pussy were 
spread open wide and my clitoris rubbed against the 
material of my tights. If it weren't for my leotard, my 
open pussy would be clearly visible through my pink 
tights. Valerie stood behind me, looking over my 
shoulder at my reflection in the mirror, but not 
touching me. "Very good, Tina, now your right leg." 

With my right leg, I was almost as good as with my left, 
but not quite.

Valerie, still standing behind me, helped me achieve a 
more vertical position, and then put her hand on my 
thigh and felt the stretched tendon which connected my 
leg to my crotch. "This tendon needs work, Tina." As she 
touched me there so close to my wide open pussy, I felt 
a flood of desire. Her hand felt so good. I wished she 
would slip it under my leotard and touch me through my 
tights. I felt myself getting moist and sure enough I 
was embarrassed to see tell-tale signs of wetness. 

"Tina, put your leg down. I want you so to stretch your 
arms over your head. You are also a little tense here."

At that she put her hands under my armpits, touching the 
side of my breasts. As usual I was not wearing a bra. I 
felt myself completely vulnerable and at the mercy of 
Valerie. My pussy was soaking my tights with its 
wetness, my nipples were erect under my leotard. Valerie 
moved her hands to cradle my breasts and finger my 
nipples through the material of my leotard. I lowered my 
arms and put my hands over hers to keep them on my 
breasts. But Valerie held one of my hands in hers and 
led me by the hand to her bedroom. Powerless to resist I 
followed her. 

In her bedroom, she stood before me, and reached behind 
me to free my hair from the net which ballet dancers use 
to hold their hair in a tight bun. As my long black hair 
fell free, she ran her fingers through it, told me how 
beautiful I was and kissed me. My lips opened and our 
tongues met.

She pushed the shoulders of my leotard down and I freed 
my arms. Then she began rolling my leotard own until my 
breasts were fully exposed. She paused undressing me to 
feel my breasts with her hands and soon her lips were 
around my nipples which she flicked with the tip of her 
tongue. She continued rolling my leotard down until I 
could step out of it. Now I was naked in front of her, 
except for my pink tights. 

As Valerie knelt down to help me step out of my leotard, 
her face was at the same level as the crotch of my 
tights. My glistening wet pussy must have been clearly 
visible to her through the pink material. She led me to 
her bed and lay me on my back. She used her arms to 
slightly lift and open my legs wide. My pussy lips were 
wide open and the material of my tights tickled my 
clitoris. Valerie looked for a moment at this scene and 
then gently began kissing my pussy and especially my 
clit through my tights.

I bucked my hips up and down desperate for some release. 
She lowered my tights and her lips, tongue and fingers 
soon brought me to a much needed climax. I drew Valerie 
to me and held her. What a sight we must have been: she 
still clothed with her jeans over her ballet outfit, me 
completely nude embracing her. But soon I was helping 
her out of her clothes and her our naked breasts were 
touching and our legs were intertwined. 

I felt the heat rise from between her legs and reached 
down to feel her wetness. As I did so, she groaned with 
pleasure and I lowered my head to allow my tongue to 
take over from my hand.... Afterwards, we lay in bliss 
in each other's arms under her blankets. In the warmth 
and security of her cuddling arms, she asked if I had 
any boyfriend. 

I told her about Mike. How sensitive he was, how I 
really liked him, about the massage and orgasm he had 
given me, but also about how little I knew about his 
feelings, about his likes and desires. I told her about 
our visit to the dance wear shop and of my fantasy of 
his wearing my tights. Valerie said:

"Perhaps that is his fantasy also. Let's see. I have an 
idea."


Chapter 5: in which Mike continues the story.


My week of research in Boston was actually quite 
interesting but I longed to get back to the West coast 
to see Tina again. I had to discipline myself not to 
think of her all the time. As it was, I found myself 
staring lecherously at every woman with long black hair 
and an Asian look, especially if she was dressed in a 
short skirt or shorts with tights. 

When I got back to the West coast, I found a note from 
Tina slipped under my door:

"Dear Mike, please give me a call when you get in... 
kisses, Tina" Needless to say I called her right away 
and Tina asked me: "Mike, I'm sorry I can't see tonight 
but my ballet teacher needs some help on a project and I 
need a ride to her place in the mountains. Could you 
possibly drive me tomorrow morning? Yes? good then I'll 
come by your place early tomorrow. And Mike... I've 
missed you" The next morning, Tina came over early, gave 
me a quick kiss on the check and we set off for the 
mountains to a place near Lake Tahoe. 

As we drove, Tina explained: "My teacher, Valerie, is 
choreographing a new ballet. When she needs to be 
creative she likes to get away to a place she rents in 
the mountains. She went up a couple of days ago already 
but then called me to see if I could meet join her there 
to give her a hand on the project. She has some idea she 
wants to try out with me. I'll get a ride back to the 
University with her." I won't bore the reader with a 
detailed account of all the things we talked about as we 
drove up into the mountains. Suffice it to say that the 
time passed quickly and I enjoyed stroking Tina's thighs 
as I drove.

It turned out to be a three hour drive and the last hour 
it snowed. By the time we got to Valerie's place the car 
was covered in snow and we were lucky to make it without 
too much trouble.

Valerie was much relieved to see us and after giving us 
a quick coffee, put me to work digging her car out of 
the snow. By the time I was finished I was soaked 
through with sweat and melted snow. When I got back into 
the house (where Tina and Valerie had sensibly said 
while I was outside), I was drenched, and Valerie led me 
through her bedroom to her bathroom and let me use her 
shower. Just as I was stepping into the shower and 
turning on the water, Tina knocked on the bathroom, 
entered and picked up all my clothes:

"I'll get these died off for you. In the meantime. I'll 
put out some dry clothes for you on Valerie's bed."

I warmed myself in the shower and thought of Tina and 
Valerie: two beautiful women staying in this remote 
house in the mountains. I wondered where Tina would be 
sleeping, probably on the couch in the living room. 
Valerie was certainly very attractive. I continued my 
reveries as I showered....

I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. 

The room was full of steam so I cracked open the door. 
With the door cracked open I could just hear Valerie 
talking, but I couldn't make out Tina's replies. "I say, 
Tina, you told me what a nice sensitive guy Mike was, 
but you didn't tell me how handsome he was." Tina 
mumbled something which I couldn't make out. Valerie 
continued: "I bet he is going to look really good in 
your tights." Again, I didn't hear Tina's reply, but 
what was that all about my looking good in her tights? I 
was trying to figure it out as I finished dying myself 
and stepped into the bedroom. 

The door to the living area was open, so I quickly 
closed it and looked around for the clothes which Tina 
said she would leave for me. They were neatly folded on 
the bed. On top was a turtleneck. I picked it up. It was 
a black, made out of a luxurious silky stretch material, 
probably Lycra. As I examined the turtleneck I was taken 
back by the snaps on the tail and front. It looked like 
the turtleneck was a bodysuit. 

But I was most surprised of all by what was under the 
bodysuit: two pairs of tights: a black pair with feet 
and a pink pair with stirrups. I couldn't believe my 
eyes. Was Tina expecting me to wear her tights? As if in 
answer to my unspoken question, Tina called through the 
door: "Mike, did you find the clothes I left for you on 
the bed?" I was too shocked to reply other than to call 
back "yes." 

Shocked as I was, I didn't really have any choice in the 
matter, and to be honest, I was also intrigued. So, I 
first put on the black tights with feet. As I put my 
feet in first, the tights didn't feel like anything too 
special but as I worked them up over my knees and up to 
my hips, I appreciated the way they encased and held my 
legs and hips, and yes, my erection. 

My erection was a bit of a problem: it was clearly 
visible through the tights. I hoped I was going to 
embarrass myself in front of Tina and her teacher 
Valerie. Next I pulled on the bodysuit and snapped the 
crotch between my legs. Like the tights, I loved the 
feel of the bodysuit clinging to me. Fortunately it also 
did a god job covering but not entirely hiding my 
throbbing erection. Next I put on the pink tights with 
stirrups. I liked the way the stirrup fit under the arch 
of my foot and I loved the way the second pair of tights 
increased the pressure on my legs. 

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was pleased to 
see that in fact I looked quite good, even sexy in a 
slick sort of way. The pink of the stirrup tights was 
muted by the black tights underneath. The bulge in my 
crotch was well covered by the bodysuit and two pairs of 
tights. My appearance was quite respectful even if 
somewhat unconventional. So it was with more confidence 
than I would initially have imagined that I stepped out 
into Valerie's living room. 

Tina and Valerie were spread out on the couch and deep 
into some conversation. Tina was the first to notice me: 
"Oh Valerie, look at Mike. Doesn't he look good? Mike, 
I'm sorry I didn't have any pants your size but I'm glad 
that my tights and bodysuit fit you so well. Don't they 
feel good? " I assured her that they did. Valerie said: 
"Mike, now that you are more comfortable, come sit next 
me and let me get to know you" I sat between her and 
Tina on the couch.


Chapter 6: in which Tina is the narrator again.


When I saw Mike walk out of the bedroom wearing my 
tights, I knew right then that I had to have him. 
Standing in front of Valerie and me, he remained very 
masculine but looked somehow vulnerable. His legs, his 
thighs, his body were encased in my tights and bodysuit 
and I knew he had to be mine! When he sat between 
Valerie and me on the couch, I quickly slipped one hand 
under his arm next to his warm armpit and squeezed his 
strong bicep muscle and put my other hand on his thigh 
and began softly stroking it. 

Meanwhile Mike and Valerie chatted away. Valerie was 
asking him about his research and she told him about her 
teaching work and her prior life in France. Soon I 
noticed that she placed one of her arms on the back of 
the couch so her hand was touching Mike's neck and 
started fondling it. Her other hand made its way to his 
thigh so that while I was working on one, she was 
working on the other. 

She continued talking: "In French, we have an expression 
'etre bien dans sa peau' which means be comfortable in 
one's skin. I like to think of my job as a dance teacher 
as helping my students be comfortable in their tights, 
in other words with their bodies. It is of course easier 
when I can start working with people when they are young 
children. 

By the time they are adults, they already have so many 
complexes about their bodies. Especially men are very 
shy to join a dance class, to wear tights and display 
their bodies. It is a great pity because they should 
have nothing to be ashamed about, and besides doesn't it 
feel good to wearing tights?" As if to make her point, 
Valerie moved her hand up Mike's leg to his crotch. Mike 
sighed, spread his legs and closed his eyes as Valerie 
slipped her hand under Mike's outer layer of tights and 
under the bodysuit covering his erection. 

Now only the under layer of tights was between her 
grasping hand and Mike's erection. She glanced up at me 
and smiled. She nodded her head as an unspoken signal 
that Mike was now ready for us. We lowered Mike onto the 
carpet on the floor. Valerie sat with his head resting 
on her cross legs. With her hands she began to play with 
Mike's erect nipples which were clearly visible through 
the black Lycra material of his body suit. 

Meanwhile I stationed myself between his open legs and 
for the first time put a tentative hand onto his 
erection. I leaned forward and gently kissed him. First 
on his lips and then, to claim it as mine, his erection. 
I lowered the outer layer of tights - the pink stirrup 
tights - and took them off Mike. Next I unsnapped the 
crotch of his body suit and so his only the under layer 
of black tights covered his cock which strained against 
the nylon/Lycra material. I helped it find a comfortable 
position pointing straight up and stroked it with the 
tips of my fingers. 

Meanwhile Valerie pulled Mike's arms above his head and 
held them securely with one hand while continuing to 
work his erect nipples with the other. Truly Mike was 
mine. The thought filled me with warmth and tenderness 
and I felt a wetness between my legs. I knew that my 
stroking his cock would be driving him wild - I 
especially attended to all the interesting ridges around 
its tip. Again I lowered my lips to his cock and ran my 
tongue up and down it wetting his tights. Valerie 
stroked my hair.

I looked up at her. We smiled and changed places. I 
kissed Mike deeply on the lips while Valerie undressed 
and lowered Mike's tights to around his thighs. Valerie 
got ready to straddle Mike. I took his cock in one hand 
and guided it into Valerie as she lowered herself onto 
Mike. She was already moist and Mike slid into her 
without too much trouble. She leaned forward slightly 
and then started rubbing herself against Mike. 

"Look Tina" she whispered, "how I rub my clitoris 
against Mike's body." We kissed deeply and she then 
concentrated on the interplay of Mike's cock deep inside 
her and clitoris rubbing against him. I held Mike's head 
in my arms and stroked his beautiful face. His eyes were 
open. I kissed him again. Without needing to talk his 
eyes expressed his love for me and his wonder at the 
feelings that Valerie and I were awakening in him. My 
eyes no doubt told him that I loved him and he was mine 
but that I was happy to share him with my teacher 
Valerie. Valerie moaned and moaned again, "I'm going to 
come." Mike closed his eyes as he felt the spasms and 
throbbing of Valerie's orgasm....

It was my turn. We left Mike lying on his back on the 
floor, his body suit unsnapped, his tights lowered and 
his erect cock glistening with Valerie's wetness. 
Valerie helped me out of my clothes. We hugged our naked 
bodies together and kissed deeply. When I took Mike into 
my mouth I loved the taste of Valerie. As I was sucking 
Mike, Valerie kissed the lips of my vagina and nibbled 
on my clitoris. I was well and truly wet by the time 
Valerie guided Mike into me. Like her before me, I was 
straddling Mike. 

Valerie helped me find the best angle to rub my clitoris 
against Mike and reached between us to make sure that my 
clit was against his body. Meanwhile I was pumping 
myself up and down on his cock. When Valerie was 
satisfied with my position she positioned her face next 
to Mike's. "Mike, you are doing well. Stay still and let 
Tina do all the moving. That will help keep you from 
coming until Tina is ready for you." 

I savored every feeling of having Mike at last inside me 
and took my time to come. When I was ready, my hips took 
on a life off their own and jerked me back and forth in 
rapid movements as I reached my orgasm. Valerie said 
"now, Mike" and as my vagina contracted in pulses around 
Mike's cock I felt his spasms. I collapsed onto him. 

Afterwards, I pulled Mike's tights back up and resnapped 
the crotch of his body-suit. I put on the pink stirrup 
tights and the sweater I had been wearing. The two of 
snuggled together on the couch while Valerie sat at the 
other end of couch and look at us with a satisfied air.

Always the teacher, she couldn't help but ask: "so what 
have we learned today? First I think that Tina has 
learned how much fun it can be when the woman takes the 
more active role. Secondly Mike has learned that it is 
ok for the man to be led by the woman and even be the 
more vulnerable one. And Mike has discovered that he 
feels comfortable wearing Tina's tights and bodysuit. 
And Mike and Tina have learned that even when deeply in 
love with each other they can still have pleasure in 
sharing themselves with a third person."

Outside the snow was falling heavily. It looked like 
Mike would have to stay overnight. As if reading my 
thoughts Valerie said. "Sometimes the best way to learn 
a lesson is to repeat it..."

END

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