"Come over to me now!" she said, pointing to a spot directly in front of her. I walked in short steps not to lose my balance from the towering heels in front of her. Her nylon legs were so beautiful I could hardly stand it. They were still crossed with her stocking tops still in full view and the high gloss and shiny stockings reflected light in the room and sparkled. Both of us wore the same nylons, the tops of her stockings matched mine with the thin green stripe at the top of each one. On one of her stockings I could see the writing of the brand label clearly against the jet-black shiny stocking top. "Hanes" in fancy script was stretched being pulled up and out of shape from the garter tab just above it...