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Do you love videos, pictures, and stories of women in tights and/or pantyhose? If so, I think you're in for a treat that you'll really enjoy. Here, I can share my favorite tights/pantyhose media with you, someone who shares my fetish. If you need help using any of the media here, please consult the instructions in the sidebar. Thanks for visiting, and enjoy your stay!

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Synopsis:
"So is this your thing. You like pantyhose?" purrs the hot Lela Star as you view her hot legs in white, sheer crotch pantyhose under her short black dress. Following this in a cocktail dress and black sheer crotch pantyhose, Lela shows you her hot ass and snatch as she tugs hard at the waistband. Next, Lela is in grey rib-patterned tights as she shows you where to come. Finally, Lela shows off her hot body in a black bodysuit and sheer crotch black pantyhose as she lets you know you will never have her.


Attributes:
File Name: Playtime Video - PPV-1933 - Lela Star Porn Star Tease SSS & Naughty JOEIP.avi
Colors Represented: Nude, Black, Gray Rib-Patterned, Magenta, Burnt Umber
Types Represented: Pantyhose, Tights
Censorship: Not Censored
Language: English
Subtitles: No
File Size: 698 MB
Resolution: 640x480
Audio Channels: Stereo
Audio Bitrate: 128 Kbps
Video Bitrate: 1373 Kbps
Audio Sampling Rate: 48000 Hz
Video Codec: Xvid
Audio Codec: MPEG Audio Layer 3 (MP3)
Aspect Ratio: 4:3 (Fullscreen)
Length: 01:06:17 (66 minutes)
Framerate: 29.97 FPS (NTSC)

Synopsis:
Gorgeous 25 year-old Teanna Kai gives you every angle she can think of while meekly verbally teasing you, knowing just what to say to get you off, first in a dark red dress, open-toed slides and tan pantyhose that she's wearing without panties, then as a schoolgirl wearing shiny white control-top tights under her plaid skirt that she strips from down to just the tights, and finally, as she is ready for a night on the town, wearing her short, tight mini dress, black patent leather pumps and black control-top pantyhose.


Attributes:
File Name: Playtime Video - PPV-0682 - Teanna Kai Jerk Off Pantyhose.avi
Colors Represented: Tan, White, Black
Types Represented: Pantyhose, Tights
Censorship: Not Censored
Language: English
Subtitles: No
File Size: 701 MB
Resolution: 640x480
Audio Channels: Stereo
Audio Bitrate: 128 Kbps
Video Bitrate: 1464 Kbps
Audio Sampling Rate: 48000 Hz
Video Codec: Xvid
Audio Codec: MPEG Audio Layer 3 (MP3)
Aspect Ratio: 4:3 (Fullscreen)
Length: 01:01:11 (61 minutes)
Framerate: 29.97 FPS (NTSC)

Synopsis:
Sitting at her desk, gorgeous secretary Lexy phones her girlfriend and tells her about her boss's infatuation with her pantyhose. She wants to tease you so she sits on her desk, bending and spreading as her perfect ass and crotch in army green tights come into full view. She then comes downstairs and models nude pantyhose over black thong-lace panties which are under her denim skirt. Finally in her bedroom, wearing a red dress, black pumps and black pantyhose, she slowly strips with some light pussy play!


Attributes:
File Name: Playtime Video - PPV-0676 - Lexy TEEN Pantyhose.avi
Colors Represented: Army Green, Nude, Black
Types Represented: Tights, Pantyhose
Censorship: Not Censored
Language: English
Subtitles: No
File Size: 700 MB
Resolution: 640x480
Audio Channels: Stereo
Audio Bitrate: 128 Kbps
Video Bitrate: 1470 Kbps
Audio Sampling Rate: 48000 Hz
Video Codec: Xvid
Audio Codec: MPEG Audio Layer 3 (MP3)
Aspect Ratio: 4:3 (Fullscreen)
Length: 01:00:58 (60 minutes)
Framerate: 29.97 FPS (NTSC)

Here's a story that I've put together about a gamer girl and yourself playing games, which quickly changes because of your admiration of her yellow tights-covered feet, which she notes early on, takes advantage of in-game, and later lets you experience for yourself, which happens to be fun for her as well! With all the gamers out there who also love tights, hopefully you will enjoy this story! Even if you happen to not be a gamer, I'm sure you will still enjoy the story, as the love of tights is universal among all of us! Artwork once again by Nanakan & Karikuni.


Tights-Footed Gamer Girl
                               By Deuxsonic

          Once upon a time on a late evening, Gamer Girl and you are sitting on her couch playing a below-standard offline first-person shooter — just her and you. The match begins, and Gamer Girl is definitely into the game, leaning left and right as she licks her lips, even hopping just a bit whenever you two get into a confrontation with each other. “She’s actually kind of cute”, you think to yourself as the match ends with your victory, which happens to be by a wide margin. “Wow, I was so into it that I’m a little sweaty now” she says as she lifts up her yellow tights-enveloped legs in order to peel off her cute white ankle socks. “Her legs…” you catch yourself thinking — you can’t help but admire her overall appearance, as simple as it is — brown hair down to her butt and just a simple red dress, with soft yellow tights covering her legs and white ankle socks to top it off. Your eyes drift all along her body, but most importantly, her feet, which are now fully exposed. Your functions start to slow down, your gaze becomes dull. Those gorgeous, tights-embraced, slender feet are an intoxicating sight to see.

          “Hey, start the game, silly!” she abruptly yanks you from your trance with. You do as you’ve been instructed, and begin the match, but what a match it is — you are now playing terribly! Every few moments your concentrated stare and precise button pressing while focusing on the game becomes a messy blur of sloppy actions with your attention on her. It doesn’t matter though — anything for another glance at those lovely toes wrapped in nylon, dying to have a feel. Gamer Girl is quick to make the best of your laxity, and ends up with a crushing victory over you this time. “He~he~, take that!” she exclaims. She then pauses for a moment and lets a sly grin run over her face and orders you to start another match. She places her tights-covered feet back on the table as the match begins. However this time, she wiggles her toes every few minutes. This instantly grabs your attention, which she uses to get the better of you in-game. Suddenly, she shifts position, swinging her legs around and resting them on top of the couch. Incidentally, her perfectly smooth soles of yellow nylon are now only several inches from your face, and you cannot help but ogle at every inch of them. She flexes her tights-wrapped toes, which are as agile as you’d hoped, with the yellow tights enveloping her foot twist and turn with the motions. You notice that her yellow-gripped soles curve perfectly from top to bottom, with a magnificent arch to top it all off.

          “So you like my feet, huh?” A wave of sharp electricity hits your spine and works downward to settle in your stomach. You’ve been caught! You open your mouth to speak, but she interrupts. She does this by placing her soft, nylon-wrapped right sole over your face, and wiggling the other one in front of you. “Don’t be afraid, silly! Go ahead and feel them!” She then places both yellow tights-gripped soles firmly over your face and begins rubbing up and down. You feel her nylon-hugged feet run up your lips, over your nose, and across your eyes, literally smothering you. The scent is amazing, just what you’d expect from a pair of gorgeous tights- covered feet after a full day in socks and shoes. You can’t seem to exhale fast enough in order to take in more of her smell. A period of time that feels far too short passes, and she removes her feet from your face. She looks at you with a mixture of poorly-hidden pleasure and certainty. Still trying to recover from what was happening and trying to make sense of it, she says “take it out” in a seductive yet notably inexperienced way. You feel embarrassed, but you are not about to decline such an inviting offer. You stand up just enough to undo your pants, and then you slide them down. “Okay, now sit back down.” You do just that, and no sooner does your butt hit the floor than she leans over to you and kisses you warmly on the cheek in the most adorable fashion, while reaching down and grabbing her socks off of the floor.

          “Just relax~.” This effectively does just the opposite, but yet you say nothing. She begins by placing one ankle-sock over “you,” with one hand grasping firmly, and holding the second sock in her other hand, covers your nose with it. “Don’t stop smelling it, you silly foot-boy!” she whispers in your ear as she begins rubbing up and down on your sock covered penis, pushing her other sock over your nose harder and harder. She rests her soft lips on your neck while she works, and this work is quite impeccable. It seems like it is only a matter of seconds before her hands are working the come out of you. “Oh, are you going to…? Its okay, go ahead and come when you feel it~” she whispers as she begins going faster. Hearing her say that sends you to the point of no return. “Ah, I can feel it!” she says with excitement as her hand becomes warm with your liquid. “Good boy! Keep going! That’s it, let it all out in my sock!” she says lovingly. Endless waves of your seed are pouring into the spot where her tights-wrapped toes had been all day as the fragrance and sight of her yellow tights- enveloped sole engulfs your senses.

          “Oh my…” she says a few moments later as the heat from your bodies starts to dissipate. She lifts up the sock from your shaft, cradling it with both hands so the contents don’t spill out. “I wonder what it feels like?” she says as she places the come-soaked ankle sock on her right cheek. “Oh wow! It’s so warm! There’s so much here!” she says. She looks down at her tights-wrapped feet, seeming very interested in the feeling of her own nylon-embraced toes feels like. She snaps out of it, and glances up at your face. She then places a soft kiss on your lips. “That was fun!” she says with an adorable smile, as she gets up and walks to the sink. She looks very self-satisfied as she moves, returning what seems like a moment later. “My face and hands are all clean now. Would you do me a favor this time, my foot-boy? Give them a nice rub.” You both sit lengthwise on the couch, as she lifts her yellow- enveloped feet up and rests them on your chest. You begin your maneuvers at the balls of her yellow tights-covered feet, working your way up and then massaging her slender ankles. The tights have the most incredible feel to your fingertips. Soon you switch to her fairly high arches, at which point she relaxes her whole body in response to your magic touch. Now up to those nylon-wrapped toes, which are so fragile, yet strong. Giving each one its own well-deserved rub, the tights fabric responding to your technique, as you see her eyes slowly close for the night. You too decide it’s best take a rest. The sight of those perfect legs and feet in soft yellow tights and the fresh scent of milk and honey lotion sends you off to sleep.

Once again, I present an excellent story by my good friend and tights/pantyhose-themed author Frederick! This story is about an ordinary man who happens to have an insatiable fetish for tights-clad feet, and his girlfriend Linette, who has always hated wearing shoes and positively loves teasing him with her own tights-clad feet! Talk about the perfect pair! If you love feet wrapped in tights, this story is most definitely for you! If not, there's still plenty of tights action for you! Artwork once again by Nanakan & Karikuni.


Shoeless Linette
                              By Frederick

          Linette had absolutely hated to wear shoes ever since she was a young girl. She would find every excuse imaginable to not wear them, no matter when or where. As much as she loathed shoes on her feet, she loved a pair of new tights adorning her legs. It would make her feel special the way that the nylon hugged her legs, while at the same time making her the center of attention. Since the age of fourteen, she had built up an amazing collection of tights, representing every color and denier fathomable. I had the privilege of meeting the lovely Linette one Tuesday evening at school. We were both in our final semesters, she majoring in marketing and I in accounting. Business policy was a required class for all business students, regardless of major as they entered their final semester. The two of us were lumped into the same study group in the class' second session. She looked rather plain as she sat next to me in a muted red dress, black tights, and white tennis shoes. Often while the professor would bore the class with his seemingly endless lectures, Lynn would afford me the opportunity of letting me play with her ticklish tights-clad feet.

          One evening in February, she removed her black leather pumps one at a time during one class and brushed her feet against my hips as they found their way into my lap. Out of a mix of boredom and curiosity, I took her right foot, wrapped in thick black nylon in my hands, and began caressing it ever so gently. Then after softly snapping the nylon against the bottom of her foot, I carefully ran my fingers across her silky sole. Hardly anyone noticed her try not to laugh, since they were wrapped up in their own worlds. Some took the opportunity to catch up on their sleep, while others in the class kept themselves busy with a few hands of Internet poker. Linette and I, however, were busy fulfilling my foot fetish. The same students also failed to care as I bought her feet up to my lips as I kissed her toes and quickly ran my tongue over the toe seam of her black tights as that evening's class neared its conclusion. From then on, she would sit behind me in the class and tease me with her shoeless tights-covered feet every Tuesday night without fail.

          On Tuesday and Saturday sessions, we were slated to have chapter quizzes. The two of us would find an open table on the second floor study of the library, where we would study both the textbook material and just how ticklish we really were. While we still had to remain painfully quiet while in the library, at least we could remain in relative secrecy. Lynn would wear either jeans or sweatpants over her tights every Saturday, and either jeans or a skirt with her tights on Tuesdays. She would wear only professional- looking black, white, or dark blue tights on Tuesdays while on Saturday she covered the rest of the vibrant hues and pastels. Even though I liked the colors she wore during the week, I couldn't wait to see what colors she would have when we met on the weekends. Regardless of what she wore on either day, her habit was always to find an empty table on either end of the study where she would have a seat facing eastward and immediately remove her shoes and cross her legs on the tabletop. I would sit next to her at the square table and sometimes mimic her by removing my sneakers and propping my feet onto the table. We would then sit, taking turns tickling each other to satisfaction while getting a bit of studying in for class.

          Upon an April afternoon, I decided on a whim to take my fetish, and our friendship, one step further. The day began with my government finance class, followed by a trip home until dinnertime, after which I returned to campus for my usual Tuesday evening class. As usual, I went into the computer lab in order to check my e-mail before I left campus for the afternoon. I saw Linette in the front row, where I walked up to her and innocently asked what she was doing. She told me that the other two had skipped out on the report that we going to have to give in front of the class that evening and that she was going to be forced to write not only her quarter of the paper, but the other two sections, and also study for the quiz that evening, all within the next six hours. Ignoring Lynn's requests that I go home and leave her alone, I pleasantly surprised her by staying with her that entire afternoon to finish typing the report and studying for the quiz alongside her. At 1:30, after walking across the street to the student center to get lunch, she informed me that she had a class inside the computer lab at quarter to two, and asked me if I could finish typing the report before 3:00, when she would meet up with me once again. I naturally responded that I would, and went to an open computer in another part of the lab to finish the report. When I finished typing at around 2:30, I took a trip down the hallway to the student lounge, where I would study for that evening's quiz since I had nothing else to keep me occupied.

          It wasn't but ten minutes until Lynn found me in the lounge, and suggested that we go to the library to study together. After putting my books in my backpack, we were on our way across the street to the campus library. She decided that outside the student center on this sun-baked afternoon was a good place to study, but soon scrapped the idea and made our way next door to the library and up to the second floor. We retreated to the extreme southern partition of the library, where the lovely 5'1" Linette sat down and kicked off her tennis shoes before relaxing with her feet on the table as usual. Her wiggling toes underneath the blue tights still mesmerized me after all this time, despite witnessing it on many occasions in her presence. I decided to also remove my tennis shoes and place my feet up on the table, as she had taught me that removing your shoes in public was okay. Our feet met after a while, as we began playing footsies with one another. I put my feet back on the carpeted floor and reached over to hold her right ankle with my left hand while rubbing her sole with the fingertips of my right hand. Lynn let out a soft giggle as she continued to wiggle her toes hypnotically inside the tights. Slipping my feet back inside my tennis shoes, I stood up to head to the bathroom, and as I walked by Linette, I gave both of her soles a quick tickle, which only enlarged her grin.

          After ten minutes in the bathroom, I happily returned to see Linette's ticklish soles hadn't left their perch on the tabletop. However as I made a pass this time, I bent down to kiss her soles squarely on the arch, which she added to with a pawing motion of her toes. I got myself a big whiff of that great sweaty nylon aroma as I then slowly ran my nose up her foot until I reached her toes, at which point I licked her toes perpendicular to the seam. Giggling like the schoolgirl that she was, she complained that it tickled as she pulled her foot away from my face and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt as our lips met for the first time. I instantly knew that our friendship had reached the next level when our warm lips parted ways.

          Her toes still wiggling through the nylon, she invited me to sit back down and study with her. It was around 4:30 when she stood up and padded around on the thick carpet to stretch. As her shoes lay unguarded on the floor, I sneakily slid them across the carpet with my foot, moving them underneath my chair. I then turned my head to the left, to see if she had caught me, only to have the tip of my nose lightly brush against her left buttock. I had briefly considered running out of the library with her shoes and throwing them in my car trunk, but I didn't want to leave the poor girl shoeless at this time. Lynn returned to her seat and continued studying her notes while sweeping the floor with her tights-covered feet for her sneakers. Unable to find them at first, she asked me what had happened. I replied by reaching underneath my chair and showing her one of her sneakers. I then got up and tried running across the room with them, but only got a few steps away from the table before Lynn tackled me and we both crashed to the ground. She kissed and squeezed me until I was forced to relinquish her shoe, after which turning around to look for the other. While on her hands and knees, I sat up and reached out to tickle her soles, but she had stood up to step into her shoes by that time.

          We then went down to the computer lab on the ground floor of the library to finish up the report. After its completion, we continued on to the cafeteria for a dinner on the run before class. I decided to tell Lynn about my tremendous fetish one humid night in August when she was sleeping over my house. It was still early in the relationship, and we were still feeling each other out, but during the course of normal bedroom conversation, she asked me if I had any sexual fetishes and what they were. I decided then that this would be the best time to tell her. From then on, the preference that started for her as a young girl became the fulfillment of my wildest fantasies. Throughout the course of our romance, she would go shoeless in tights whenever it was possible for her in order to get me aroused. It began innocently enough with a trip to a job fair about an hour from where I called home. During the rush up the interstate that morning and the leisurely ride to the local mall for lunch afterwards, her feet were encased in a pair of black tights that never touched the inside of her black pumps during the duration of her time spent in my car. It was only when we arrived home late that afternoon that her feet returned to the warmth of her shoes. Even all of Linette's shoeplay in my vicinity could not mentally prepare me for what she accomplished one brisk Saturday afternoon in March. I had spent all morning helping my dad with yard work over on my grandfather's property, so I was ready to have some fun with my girl that afternoon.

          Boredom soon set in after driving aimlessly around southern New Jersey for most of the afternoon, when Linette suggested we go to the mall that we both loved. The reason we both loved to go there on Friday nights or on Saturday was due to it’s northern half being dead during that time, which provided her with some excellent opportunities to shoeplay or go without shoes altogether without many other prying eyes. Lynn had teased me that way on numerous occasions, so needless to say I was ready to get in on the action. Lynn wore a teal-colored t-shirt and a gray skirt with soft black tights under her tennis shoes on that particular day, and sure enough, we weren't walking through the mall long at all before her shoes came off. She quickly scanned the area to see if any others were around before descending onto a bench. She could hardly stop giggling as we walked arm in arm through the lower level of the cavernous and deserted section of mall. Finally taking a seat in a barely lit corner surrounded by empty stores, Linette put on a private show for me as she crossed her legs, skated along the smooth tile floor in her tights-covered feet, and allowed me to kiss the soles of her feet.

          What the self-proclaimed "queen of teasing" did next is something that I will always remember. She threw one of her shoes away! The exact same shoe she was wearing not even five minutes earlier was simply chucked into the trash. I began to question how she would get home without shoes, but Lynn just smiled her broad smile and led me up the stairs to the upper level of the mall. I stumbled up the stairs behind her as my eyes trained on her shapely rear end that was perfectly framed in those lovely tights. We then took a seat on a bench located at the head of the stairs, outside a department store that had been abandoned for quite some time. Lynn then afforded me the opportunity to tickle and caress her tights-covered feet, which of course I could not turn down. After leaving her other shoe underneath the bench, she grabbed my wrist and whisked me into a nearby service corridor that was also a shortcut out to the parking lot.

          Immediately after entering the corridor, Linette slammed me up against the concrete wall and proceeded to make out with me. The passion for her was immense as I thought of her sweaty nylon soles. I didn't care for the back of my head being smashed into the wall repeatedly by my passionate Latin lover, but when else was I going to have an experience such as this? The blows were somewhat softened by Lynn's right hand which was seemingly everywhere at once. At least twenty minutes had passed from the time we entered the service corridor to the time we finally reached the exit doors. Linette and I left the mall and her shoes behind and enjoyed a hearty laugh all the way out to the car as we began to recollect about our sophomoric stunt. In typical tease fashion, the tease queen openly decided that we should go to an electronics store a few miles away. I agreed, and off we went, with Linette's feet propped up on the dashboard. I excitedly wondered to myself how mall maintenance would react to finding a used tennis shoe underneath a bench and another one tossed in a nearby trash receptacle. Every time I stopped at a red light, I reached over to rub Lynn's left ankle and the top of her left foot. She softly cooed as my right palm ran across her.

          I purposely parked the car as far away from the store as possible. Before entering the store, I made up the phony excuse of wanting to find a certain computer game here, and that we would be going to another electronics store a stone's throw from my house if I couldn't find it here. Despite the store being packed with people on this busy suburban Saturday, only two young men noticed Linette being without footwear during our visit. It was roughly forty miles to home, half of which being rural highway, so I would get countless mouth-watering looks at her wiggling soles wrapped in black tights, just begging to be tickled and teased.

          That night, we immersed ourselves into some hot tights sex complete with all the foot teasing she could possibly deliver. Linette spent entire weeks at my house, only going home for the weekends, since she worked as a receptionist in the town next to mine, with home for her over a half-hour away. After what she did at the mall the previous Saturday, the "queen of teasing" began to purposely leave her shoes out in the car overnight, walking into the house after work without them. She would wear skirts to work most of the time, and I would stand in the kitchen and wait for her every night for a glimpse of those tickle-worthy nylon feet as she completed the short walk between the driveway and the back door. On occasion, she would also tell me that she would neglect to wear shoes around the office. As I massaged her tights-covered feet with both my hands and mouth, I would get even hornier, as I tasted all the sweat on her soles twisted with a hint of that unmistakable tights aroma. Sometimes, I wished that Linette would fail to wear shoes to work at all. It seemed like a moot point anyway, since she only wore shoes to and from the office, plus she would go shoeless for my enjoyment nearly anytime. She would eventually end up with every color in the rainbow running five pairs deep. Her favorite color by far was blue. She had pairs of every shade of blue imaginable. With so many hues, it was hard to pick a favorite — sky blue, navy blue, magenta, brown, eggplant, light green? It seemed at times that I would faint from all of the blood rushing to my head from these sexy decisions.

          Finally came one Friday night when she and I traveled with my friend Tony and his then -wife Luisa to Atlantic City. Lynn wore a black blouse with a blue skirt and black tights as Tony drove with us in the cramped back seat. We had left Tony and Luisa's apartment at 8:00 PM, and it didn't take long before Lynn had removed her shoes and put her feet in my lap. Other than the first few blocks as we left the apartment, my erection never subsided throughout the forty-five mile trip. I would have unquestionably married her that night if I was able to do so, as the foot teasing had reached a new high. The trip down would prove to be only a taste of what the "queen of teasing" had in store for that evening.

          Lynn reluctantly put her shoes back on as we arrived in the parking garage around 9:00 PM. We then walked through the casino and out onto the boardwalk on the cool late autumn evening, at which point Linette decided to go shoeless once again. It wasn’t exactly noteworthy, as it was just us four young adults spending a night on the town. By time we arrived back at the casino at a quarter to two, I was content to be jammed in the back seat with Lynn, who was shoeless for the rest of the evening. As we exited the city and passed a two-bit mall, Lynn thought this would be an excellent opportunity to give me a handjob. Linette's head was resting on my lap so that she could also give me a blowjob if she wanted to without anyone in the front seat noticing. When I came all over Lynn's fist a few miles up the highway, I thought that this was it for the evening’s excitement. Imagine my surprise when we got into bed at around three in the morning, and receiving a footjob with the same pair of tights that she had worn earlier, after which we finally fell asleep.