 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 14.05. at 05:45:31 >>>Renee was the youngest daughter of the people who lived in the house behind ours. They were really pretty cool (Her mom and dad fled the holocaust in Poland.) One brother a year older than me (big redheaded guy, heart o'gold), another a year or two younger. Renee's about four years younger than I am, and for our whole childhood, she was the-pain-in-the-ass-younger-sister. But when I was fourteen or so, I started noticing how she looked in a bathing suit...>>>Well, winter came, and my already-obsessing mind was helpless before Renee. ALWAYS in tights, she had lovely legs, delicate feet, and a generally splendid body overall. Yeah, I know, she was young, but so was I, OK? I still remember the tights she wore! There was a pair in dark green (she was a former girl scout), another in navy, and another in burgundy. She also would wear these yellow ones that had sort of a rib-knit texture, except for the panty part and the soles of the feet (I, er, caught a glimpse once...).>>>'Round about this time Renee's mom had to start working late shifts at her job. My mom offered to let Renee stay with us rather than at home alone, and everyone was happy. Especially me! We'd play Mille Bornes or something at the kitchen table. UNDER the table, other games were going on...>>>The first time I touched her tights-clad feet is engraved upon my memory. She was in her forest-green tights, under jeans, and she sort of brushed the sole of her left foot over my instep. I gasped! She said that she didn't mean to kick me, but I assured her that I was allright. Allright? I was swooning...>>>Another time (we were at her house this time, R. was in her navy tights,) I was swinging my foot around, trying to make contact, and Renee GRABBED my foot between hers, and held it! I was aroused and terrified (her mom was RIGHT BEHIND her!), and pulled my foot away! She said "Put your foot back! I WANT you to put your foot there! I shushed her, and I don't think her mom got wise. Naturally, I put my foot back where it was, which makes me the kinda guy who held feet before he'd ever held hands...>>>Another time I was at her house working on a school project (they had a typewriter,) when Renee came down to see me. She was in a short forest-green felt skirt, matching tights, and a white blouse (school uniform, I think.) She started chatting with me, while charmingly, clumsily, vamping me. At first, it was just the odd kick (she was sitting next to me on this bench. Her folks actually had a redwood patio set in their living room! Long Island, let me tell ya...), but soon got bolder. At one point, she put her legs around my waist (from the side-her you-know-what was against my right hip), making my heart race. I stammered something like: "Renee? Why don't you just sit in my lap?", and she did, chuckling. She didn't smooth her skirt under her, either. I had her tights-covered BUTT on my trembling thigh! I wanted to scoot her closer to the danger zone, but we both started to feel a little wierd (yeah, and mom was home,) so we cooled it.>>>The best thing about my experience with Renee is that I think I made a tights-fetishist out of her! She'd always comment when ballet was on TV, or even wrestling. She quite obviously liked the way tights felt, and the effect that they had on me, and she may have even wondered aloud what I'd look like in them (that might have been part of a fantasy from that era. I'd often "replay" events with Renee with, y'know, different endings...). But I distinctly remember her checking out guys in ballet. She's out there somewhere guys!-Depon Answers to this message:
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