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Authors name: Tightsplus (tightsplus@yahoo.com)
Story title : Ann - Part 2
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Ann - Part 2 (FFM, rom, 1st-bi, asian, tights)
by tightsplus (tightsplus@yahoo.com)
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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...
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