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Tina - Part One 

"Hey, Mike, do you want to go shopping with me?"
The question came from Tina, a freshman girl who lived
in the same student housing as me at a famous
Unversity on the West Coast.
I was a grad student but had gotten to know Tina
during her first days on campus when she had stopped
me to ask directions to registration.  We often
chatted together and discovered many interests in
common. She was from the Philippines, but of Chinese
descent with some Spanish priest's blood somewere in
her lineage. It was perhaps that little bit of Spanish
blood that gave her quite good sized breasts for an
Asian woman.  
Once or twice already we had had some serious
late-into-the-night type discussions as college
students are apt to do.  Once it was about economic
development in the Philipinnes (I told you it was
serious), and once about her earlier ambition to be a
ballet dancer and how she had made the painful
decision to go to College instead.  I can't remember
all the other long drawn out discussions we had but
soon we become good friends.  I was attracted by her
youthful exhuberance and good looks, and I think she
liked an older confidant. 

That Saturday afternoon, when she asked me the
question, I had just finished a major bit of work and
was taking a break in front of the housing complex,
basking in the late October sun. Tina had just come
around the corner on her bike when she spotted me.  A
bike ride to the shops with Tina would be the perfect
break. 

As we rode on our way,  I asked her where she wanted
to go shopping.  She said she wanted to buy some
tights for the winter and was heading to a dance
supply shop on University Avenue.  
 
In the dance shop, Tina went around her business
looking for tights.  In the meantime, I stood by the
check-out counter and took in the activity. There were
a couple of mannequins in the shop window showing off,
I suppose, the latest fashions in leotards and tights.
The clerk, a blonde woman of about 30 years, was
helping a young girl, accompanied by her mother, try
on ballet shoes.  Against one wall there were a couple
of changing rooms and a full-length mirror.  A young
woman was standing in front of the miror (another
student from the University I guessed) and was
checking out how she looked in a long-sleeved black
leotard and pink tights.  On the door of the changing
cabins was a crudely-drawn picture of a woman's torso
wearing painties and a text which said: "please keep
on your panties when trying on the tights".  I thought
about that for a moment.  Did that mean that girls
didn't wear panties under their tights?  Somehow the
thought was quite arousing.  
My reverie was interrupted by Tina saying to me:
"Steve, come and help me select some colors".  She was
looking into a catologue which had pictures of
different models of tights and little patches of color
to help select.  She was pointing to a Danskin tight
and asked me which colors  I liked.  I helped her
select a burgundy color, a navy blue and a black.  I
also suggested pink but she said she already loads of
pink tights left over from her dancing days.  As I was
helping her select the colors I noticed some of the
other styles: stirrup tights, fishnets, professional
weight tights with seams.  We went to aisle where the
tights were neatly stacked up and I helped Tina select
the tights of the right color and size for her. 
Standing close to Tina and surrounded by all those
tights and other dance wear, I was getting thoroughly
aroused and was getting quite a noticeable erection
which I tried my best to hide.  I asked her if she was
going to try the tights on.  
We paid for the tights and left the store.  We didn't
say a thing as we biked back to the housing complex,
but after we had parked our bikes, Tina reached up and
gave me a quick kiss on the check, said "Mike, that
was fun, thanks for coming along " and run up the
stairs to her room.  
That night I had a vivid dream of Tina in the changing
room of a ballet studio.  She was standing dressed
only in a pair of pink tights.  Another girl, also
Asian and also just wearing pink tights, was standing
behind her and helping her fix her hair into a bun for
dancing.  The erect nipples of the other girl's naked
breasts would occasionally brush up against Tina's
back.  Tina was getting obviously aroused by the
attention and when she turned around I could see that
her nipples too were erect.  As she turned around her
nipples brushed against those of the other Asian girl.
 Tina put her arms around her, and stroked her back. 
She reached down and held the girls buns - encased in
pink tights -  as the girl did the same to her. 
Slowly they kissed with Tina's tongue darting into the
other girl's mouth and one of her hands coming around
to the front and slipping down to stroke the girls
cunt through her tights.  Before long they were lying
on the floor in a 69 position with Tina on top and
kissing the girl's clit through her tights.  Meanwhile
the other girl was busy with Tina and soon both girls
were moaning with pleasure.  The crotches of their
tights were soaking wet and plastered to their cunts
liked a second skin.  Tina slipped one hand under the
elastic waist of the girl's tights and gave her clit a
series of strokes which brought the girl close to
cuming.  Meawhile her own clit was being gently
slimulated by the the other girl's lapping of the
tongue...
At that point I woke up with a start and needless to
say I didn't fall back to sleep without first
masturbating.
I didn't see Tina for a couple of weeks after that - I
had to make some trips for my research - but one day I
was standing in line at the post office when I heard
heard Tina's voice behind me say "Hi, Mike, where have
you been?"  I explained and she then asked me if I
wanted to come over to her place later on as she had
something she wanted to show me.  We agreed that I
would go to her room just after dinner.  As she walked
away, I noticed she was wearing short shorts over
black tights - were they the ones I helped her buy? -
and what looked like a black leotard which showed off
her breasts to perfection.  Damm! I was getting
aroused again and wondered what the evening would
bring.  
At about 8 that evening I knocked on her door and she
let me in.  I was glad to see that her roommate was
out and that she was alone.  I looked at her half of
the room and smiled to myself: everything was neat and
tidy, unlike the other side of the room which was a
mess of books, clothes and leftover snacks strewn all
over the place.  "Oh, Mike I'm so glad you came.  Mary
(her roommate) is out at the Irish bar with her
boy-friend, so we can have some quite tie on our own."
 We settled down, she sitting at the head of her bed
resting her back against the pillow, with her legs
pulled up to her chest, me at the foot of the bed,
keeping a certain distance between us.  Afterall,
apart from that one quick kiss, we were not on
touching terms.   She had kicked off her shoes, but
apart from that she was still wearing the same outfit
as earlier in the day.  We chatted away some and I was
about to ask her what she wanted to show me, when she
up a photo album that was lying on her desk next to
the bed. "Look.  My mom sent me the album of my photos
when I was a ballet student.  I noticed how interested
you were in all the outfits when we werre at the shop
the other day and thought you might be interested to
see some of my photos".  Had I been so obvious in the
shop?  We moved closer together and she opened the
album at the beginning.  There must have been about 50
pages. The first were of photos of her when she was
mabe 5 or 6 wearing pink tights and pink leotards. 
The following pages had pictures of her at stage of
her development into as a ballerina and of course as a
girl and young woman.  She pointed out special
pictures of performances she had been in, and of
teachers and friends posing with her.  My favorite was
of her one leg standing 'en-pointe' with the other leg
pointing straight up and being held by one arm.  She
must have been about 16 at the time.  I also liked the
photos of her wearing an almost transparent unitard
and standing in a line of girls on stage. "There was a
lot of controversy over those oufits" she said.  I
could see why.  There was also some nice ones of her
warming up in leg-warmers. And a few of her wearing in
fishnet tights.  I was amazed at how suppple Tina had
been and joked that I bet she could hold one leg above
her head now.  " You want to bet?"  And sure enough
she jumped up took off her shorts and stood in front
of me in her blacks tights and leotard. And very
gracefully took the heel of one foot in her hand and
slowly lifted it over her head.
"Now, Mike, I've got to catch up on some of my
reading.  You can stay if you want and look some more
at the album".  So she got back to her position at the
head of the bed (without, I was pleased to see,
bothering to put her shorts back on)and I took the
foot of the bed with her album which I proceeded to
study carefully.  I was immersed in the album when I
noticed that Tina had stretched her legs out and her
feet were practically on my lap. Without asking, I put
one hand out and began giving her a massage.  First
her feet and then her ankles and calfs. "Don't stop. 
That feels so good." Encourgaed, I knelt between her
feet and used both hands to massage her legs, right up
to her thighs.  I loved the feel of her legs still
clad in her black tights.  Tina put her book down and
was leaning back with her eyes closed enjoying the
massage.  She had spread her legs a little and I could
see that Tina at any rate didn't wear any panties
under her tights and leotard Slowly but surely I
massaged higher and higher up her legs and as I
squezzed the flesh of her inner thigh the back of my
hand brushed against her leotard covering her pussy. 
As I did so, she let out a small moan.  My trembling
hands beat a little retreat, but soon they were back
at the top of her thighs and again brushing against
her leotard.  "Mike this massage is feeling so good. 
Would you mind doing my back?  Look the other way and
I'll slip out of this leotard."  When she gave me the
all clear, I turned around and saw that she was lying
face down.  Her back was bare, ad all she had on were
her black tights.  This I started at the top, with her
shoulders, and worked my way down.  Before long my
hands were straying over the top of her tights and
then kneading her buns.  I could see the crack  of her
bum and the lips of her spot through her tights and I
could see that she was moist with desire.  My lips and
tougue replaced my hands as I gently sucked and licked
her through her tights.  When I turned her over,
rolled down her tights and started kissing her clit,
she shuddered. I inserted a finger inside her and
continued to work on her clit untill I felt the
throbbing of her cuming on my finger inside her. 
Just then there was a knock on the door and Mary's
voice: "Hey, guys I'm back can I come in?"  
I made my way back to my room - happy but frustrated -
and clinging to Tina's black tights that I had picked
up as we had quickly tidied up before letting Mary in.
That night I slept with her tights next to my pillow
and enjoyed Tina's smell. 

To be continued.  



 









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