The outcome was a woman dressed only with a lonely little cover held only by two minute threads tightly pulled across the top of her hips and disappearing between the gap between her gyrating buttocks. XXX The dress was very feminine and fitted tightly around her curving waist before covering both bust and shoulders in a formal manner. As she strode confidently from one end of the stage to the other, I passed the a remark that her legs were lovely and brown only to be told fairly contemptuously by my accompanying friends that “it was because she was wearing stockings.” Now if I have one fantasy to this day it is the sight of a woman in stockings and suspenders.
