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Story submitted by tightsplus@yahoo.com. 

THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY.  IF YOU ARE
UNDER THE AGE OF 21 YOU SHOULD NOT READ FURTHER.


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
University 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 somewhere 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 exuberance 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 mirror (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 panties 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:
"Mike, come and help me select some colors".  She was
looking into a catalogue 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.  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 girl's
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
stimulated 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 time 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.  After all,
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 were 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
maybe 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 outfits" 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 supple Tina had
been and joked that I bet she could not 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." Encouraged, 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
squeezed 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 time 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.  Through her tights, I
could see the crack  of her bum and the lips of her
spot and I could see that she was moist with desire. 
My lips and toungue 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 until 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. 

Tina -Part Two 

In Part Two Tina is the narrator

When I woke the next morning, my pussy was still flush
from Mike touching, licking and kissing me.  It was
the first orgasm I'd had in such a long time, too long
a time.  Lying in bed, I thought of the last time I'd
had one: I was filling the bath with water and I got
in while the tub was still practically empty.  Don't
ask me where I got the idea from, but I slid onto my
back, raised and opened my knees and positioned myself
so that the stream of water from the tap fell onto my
clitoris.  
I thought too of Mike.  He was someone I could get
really fond of.  Apart from enjoying his company, he
seemed like a really sensitive guy: someone who was
more interested in giving me a good orgasm than in
just shoving himself into me quickly and being done
with it.  I felt a warm glow of gratitude and wondered
how I could repay him.  
When my roommate, Mary, woke up and started rummaging
around, I wrapped a towel around my waist and scurried
off to the showers. I guess the fresh water must have
wakened me up to reality and I laughed at myself: what
did I know of Mike and his fantasies?  Mike probably
wasn't even that interested in me.  He was clearly a
real intilectual type - doing research into
Microbiology wasn't it?  As he had said during one of
our chats, he dind't have a girlfriend because he was
too busy with his research.  I was in a different
league and probably only got accepted into the
University because they needed some good dancers for
their ballet program which they were trying to get off
the ground. 
When I got back to my room after my shower, Mary said:
"Your Prince in Shining Armour just called and said he
had something to drop off for you.  I told him that we
leave our door unlocked so he could drop it off any
time he wanted." I blushed and protested: "he is not
my Knight in Shining Armour.  He's just a friend." 
It was going to be a busy day.  I had classes the
whole day, with a ballet class at 11.  It looked
chilly outside so I wore jeans and a sweater over my
tights and leotard.  I shoved my ballet slippers and
an extra pair of stirrup tights in my book bag and
grabbed and rushed off to my first class.   All
thoughts of Mike and the last evening's "massage" were
banished as I concentrated on the lectures.  
By the time my dance class came around at 11 I was
ready for a break.  As I slipped out of my sweater and
jeans, I thought of Mike again.  I looked at myself in
the mirrors of the dance studio: I did have great
legs, breasts which if anything were a bit too large
for a ballet dancer, and a face from which shone alert
eyes and which was said to be beautiful: a mix of
Chinese and a little Spanish, typical of the
aristocracy of Manilla from which I came.  
The teacher walked into the studio.  She was a French
woman called Valerie.  About 35 years old with a lean
taut body.  "It's cold today, so I want you all to
wear an extra layer".  She herself was wearing pink
leg warmers over her tights. I took my extra pair of
black stirrup tights out of my book bag and wore them
over my pink tights and black leotard. Some of the
other girls were wearing leg warmers like the teacher.
 I slipped into my ballet shoes.
As I danced, my thoughts kept wandering and I imagined
I was dancing for Mike.  I wondered about his
fantasies.  A lot of guys seem attracted by us Asian
women. And he was so cute at the dance wear shop.  It
was obvious that he was a little embarrassed in such a
feminine environment, but he also seemed more than a
little interested in all those tights and leotards,
leg warmers and other stuff.  
It made me think of the time when I was 14 years old.
I had come home early from my ballet classes. I
thought I was alone but as I climbed the stairs, I
heard some noise in my room.  I was afraid of whom it
might be so I very quietly finished climbing the
stairs and peered into the room. The door was not
quite closed.  My heart jumped: there was my brother
(16 at the time) standing in front of my full length
mirror wearing nothing else except for a pair of my
pink ballet tights.  His member stood fully erect and
was clearly visible though the pink material.  One
hand was stroking it.  I stared more fascinated than
indignant. I hadn't seen my brother naked since we
took baths together years ago. And why was he wearing
my tights?  What was I to do? Barge in? No, I was too
embarrassed for that.  Beat a retreat downstairs? No,
I was too fascinated by the scene in front of me. So I
just stayed and watched until he moaned and shot a
load of cum into my tights and collapsed onto my bed. 
I hadn't thought of that scene with my brother for a
long time, but thinking about it made me fantasize
about Mike wearing a pair of my pink tights and me
running my finger nails up and down his erect member
which strained under the tight material.  And then
kissing it and running my tongue where my nails had
been.....
My fantasizing was disturbed as I had one leg up on
the barre and the dance teacher put her hand on my
leg, gave my thigh a gentle squeeze and said: "you
seem in a different world today, but you're dancing
beautifully".   The squeeze sent a  tingle through me,
a little erotic thrill.  My teacher's hand was so
close to where Mike had brought me so much pleasure
last evening. I was shocked that another woman's touch
could affect me so much. 
When I got back to my room, I saw a pair of black
tights neatly folded on my bed. There was little note
folded on top of them
 "Dear Tina, I didn't mean to run off with your tights
last night - and I'm sorry to miss you but I'm leaving
for a week of research in Boston..." 

Part Three

In part three, the story is continued by Valerie the
French ballet teacher.

When I touched Tina's leg as it was stretched on the
bar, and squeezed very gently her thigh, I sensed a
response.  You have to understand that as a dance
teacher I am often touching my students to correct a
position, to help them with their balance, or
sometimes just to give them a little pat of
encouragement.  And of course that's usually all there
is to it.  Sometimes, a student will develop a crush
on me - an older woman of authority - and, yes I admit
it, with those students I sometimes allow my touches
to linger a little longer than necessary or to be in
more intimate places than would be required.  I
confess that I enjoyed the thrill of power over these
young women, with their girlish  crushes.  My touches
during class would both increase my sense of control
and suggest to them that yes their affections were
noticed and appreciated.  But don't get the wrong idea
or let your fantasies run wild: basically I remained
strictly professional and I never allowed myself to
have a sexual relationship with any of my students. 
Well, hardly ever.  Back in France, where
relationships between teachers and students were not
frowned on in the same way as they are in this
country, it is true that I had taken advantage of more
than one young girl's crush on me.  Once even, and you
may find this shocking, the mother of one girl had
more or less encouraged me.  I think the mother wanted
to make sure that her daughter's first experience
would be with someone who would take care to give her
daughter an experience she would look back on the rest
of her life with pleasure. As she put it: "my daughter
has a crush on you. I don't know how you feel about
her.  But if you want to sleep with her, I won't say
no. I just say be gentle with her."  
But I am straying from my story.  I was surprised by
Tina's response, and maybe I was deluding myself,
because I was quite sure that Tina was not one of the
young women in my class who had a crush on me.   Too
bad because I felt very attracted to her: she was
certainly the most beautiful woman in the class
besides being the best dancer.  
But perhaps she had a boyfriend and just wasn't
interested in women.  I resolved to find out.
Next day's class was in the late afternoon.  During
class, I did not have time to give any special
attention to Tina until just the end of the class
because a couple of the other students required more
than the usual help with their positions.  But at the
end of the class, I had all the students lined up at
the barre for the cool-down period.  Tina's right leg
was extended on the barre and she was leaning forward
reaching out with her fingers just beyond her toes.  I
admired her gracefulness and the line of back, and the
way her leotard was stretched over her rear.   As I
often do to help a student stretch, I put one hand on
her back and one hand on her front but this time I
made sure my hand on front was just slightly
overlapping the bottom half of her right breast.  Her
breast felt so soft yet so firm and I was very tempted
to leave my hand there longer.  But next I had all my
students raise themselves from the barre and stretch
up, still leaving their right legs on the barre.  As
she did so, Tina looked at me. Her beautiful Oriental
eyes said everything: "you touched my breast, you did
it on purpose. I am shocked but thrilled."  That was
all the encouragement I needed.  I placed my hand on
her right leg and felt the muscles of her inner thigh
stretched in extension over the barre.  I briefly
massaged her thigh and moved my hand until it was
close to where her tights disappeared under her
leotard.  I was so tempted to allow my hand to follow
the tights under the crotch of her leotard,  but I
resisted the temptation and turned to dismiss the
class: "OK that's all for today.  Be sure to dress
warmly as it is cold out there.  Tina, I want you to
stay on after class please."  As I said this, I
noticed one of the girls look enviously at Tina.  No
doubt she wished that she was the one asked to stay
behind.  The students thanked me for the class and
went into the changing room, leaving me alone with
Tina.
"Tina, you are doing very well but there are a couple
of movements I want you to practise.  We have to give
up this room now, but I live nearby.  Can you come to
my place now?  You can stay stay on for dinner
afterwards."

Part Four - in which Tina is the narrator.  
  
When we arrived at Valerie's place, I was a bit uneasy
because I felt the sexual tension between us.  Where
would this lead?  I thought of Mike.  What would he
think?  What did I think of these new feelings that
Valerie was arousing in me?  
And what did I think of Valerie?  
She had the taut well toned body of a ballerina and a
face which spelt a strength of character, someone who
knew what she wanted and knew how to get it.  Did she
want me?
"Tina, we will practise in here. Stand in front of
this full length mirror.  What I want you to practise
is your pied-a-la-main. First your left leg." 
I used the back of a chair for balance and with the
heel of my left foot in my hand, extended by leg
vertically up until it was over my head.  In this
position, the lips of my pussy were spread open wide
and my clitoris rubbed against the material of my
tights.  If it weren't for my leotard, my open pussy
would be clearly visible through my pink tights. 
Valerie stood behind me, looking over my shoulder at
my reflection in the mirror, but not touching me.
"Very good, Tina, now your right leg".  
With my right leg, I was almost as good as with my
left, but not quite.
Valerie, still standing behind me, helped me achieve a
more vertical position, and then put her hand on my
thigh and felt the stretched tendon which connected my
leg to my crotch.  "This tendon needs work, Tina".  As
she touched me there so close to my wide open pussy, I
felt a flood of desire.  Her hand felt so good.  I
wished she would slip it under my leotard and touch me
through my tights.  I felt myself getting moist and
sure enough I was embarassed to see tell-tale signs of
wetness.  
"Tina, put your leg down.  I want you so to stretch
your arms over your head.   You are also a little
tense here."
At that she put her hands under my armpits, touching
the side of my breasts. As usual I was not wearing a
bra. I felt myself completely vulnerable and at the
mercy of Valerie.  My pussy was soaking my tights with
its wetness, my nipples were erect under my leotard.
Valerie moved her hands to cradle my breasts and
finger my nipples through the material of my leotard.
I lowered my arms and put my hands over hers to keep
them on my breasts.  But Valerie held one of my hands
in hers and led me by the hand to her bedroom. 
Powerless to resist I followed her.  
In her bedroom, she stood before me, and reached
behind me to free my hair from the net which ballet
dancers use to holdtheir hair in a tight bun.  As my
long black hair fell free, she ran her fingers through
it, told me how beautiful I was and kissed me. My lips
opened and our tongues met.
She pushed the shoulders of my leotard down and I
freed my arms.  Then she began rolling my leotard own
until my breasts were fully exposed.  She paused
undressing me to feel my breasts with her hands and
soon her lips were around my nipples which she flicked
with the tip of her toungue.  She continued rolling my
leotard down until I could step out of it.  Now I was
naked in front of her, except for my pink tights.  As
Valerie knelt down to help me step out of my leotard,
her face was at the same level as the crotch of my
tights.  My glistening wet pussy must have been
clearly visibe to her through the pink material. She
led me to her bed and lay me on my back.  She used her
arms to slightly lift and open my legs wide. My pussy
lips were wide open and the material of my tights
tickled my clitoris.  Valerie looked for a moment at
this scene and then gently began kissing my pussy and
especially my clit through my tights.
I bucked my hips up and down desperate for some
release.  She lowered my tights and her lips, tongue
and fingers soon brought me to a much needed climax.
I drew Valerie to me and held her.  What a sight we
must have been: she still clothed with her jeans over
her ballet outfit, me competely nude embrassing her.
But soon I was helping her out of her clothes and her
our naked breasts were touching and our legs were
intertwined.  I felt the heat rise from between her
legs and reached down to feel her wetness.  As I did
so, she groaned with pleasure and I lowered my head to
allow my tongue to take over from my hand....
Afterwards, we lay in bliss in each other's arms under
her blankets.  In the warmth and security of her
cuddling arms, she asked if I had any boyfriend. I
told her about Mike.  How sensitive he was, how I
really liked him, about the massage and orgasm he had
given me, but also about how little I knew about his
feelings, about his likes and desires. I told her
about our visit to the dance wear shop and of my
fantasy of his wearing my tights.  Valerie said:
"perhaps that is his fantasy also.  Let's see. I have
an idea"

Story to be continued ...
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