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My Summer In Pantyhose - Chapter 16 free porn video
Chapter 16
Jamie arrived at the Fabric Barn shortly after nine on Friday morning. He
knocked on the glass door as his grandmother drove away. Only Margaret and
Lucelle had keys. The overhang didn't give much protection, and he
wondered what he would do on rainy days. No one came to the door so Jamie
leaned against the doorframe to wait. As yesterday, he was wearing jean
shorts, hose, and his sandals. As he looked at his legs, he noticed the
sheen from the morning sunlight striking his suntan hose. He wondered what
sort of remarks Kelli would make today, especially since his shorts had
the embroidered flowers on the back pockets. His other shorts were in the
wash.
"Hi Jamie," said Margaret. "Are you ready for another day on the job?"
"I think so."
"Been waiting long?" Margaret turned the lock and opened the door. "I
guess Lucelle isn't in yet."
"I thought she lived here."
Margaret laughed. "Oh, not quite. She runs errands on Fridays."
They walked back to the office to check in. He barely knew her, but Jamie
felt comfortable with Margaret. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yes." Margaret raised her eyebrows.
"Well, I don't want to cause Kelli to get fired or anything but she was
teasing me a lot yesterday." Jamie immediately wanted to retract his
statement. "I sound like a wuss," he thought.
"I don't think she means any harm. She'll stop after a while. Do you want
me to say something to her?"
"No, I guess I need to be more toughskinned."
Margaret smiled. "I figured you would be used to a little teasing. Most
boys don't wear pantyhose you know."
"Yeah. I'll try to ignore her. Well, I guess I'll get busy in the
stockroom."
"Ok. We'll call you if we need you."
Jamie got busy unpacking boxes. He soon lapsed into autopilot and started
daydreaming about his favorite subject. A month ago, the idea of going
anywhere with Megan wasn't even something he would dream about but
tomorrow she was going to be his "date" to a barbeque. He did not
particularly relish seeing the host's daughters again, but with Megan as
his guest, nothing else seemed to matter anymore.
"Hey Jamie," called Kelli. "Like the shorts. Those flowers are so cute."
Jamie had been kneeling on the floor, leaning over an open box. He stood
up to face his nemisis. "Hi Kelli. Do you need me up front?"
"Not yet," she answered as she approached him. Kelli was wearing a black
dress that stopped just short of her knees with a white belt around her
waist. She rounded out her look with black tights, court shoes, and her
signature crimson lipstick. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't
goofing off back here. Are those your sister's shorts or yours?"
"Mine. My mother bought them."
Kelli clicked her tongue. "Does your mommy buy all your clothes for you?"
"Technically yes, since I don't have any of my own money."
Kelli looked at his legs and feet. "Is that a lighter shade you're wearing
today?"
"Yeah. I really need to get back to work if you don't need anything."
Kelli faked a hurt expression. "Well, if you're going to be like that I'll
leave you to it." Kelli turned to leave. "I'll be back if we need you,
boyette."
Jamie rolled his eyes. "That girl needs a hobby," he thought.
He returned to unpacking the boxes and tried to resume the pleasant
daydreams that Kelli had rudely interrupted, but the sting from her jibes
would not subside. "What did I do to her?" he asked himself. "You would
think she would be open to alternative fashions."
"Hey Jamie."
Jamie recognized Tabitha's soft voice. "Morning." He immediately noticed
her short, beige skirt that hugged her hips and thighs.
"Lucelle wants us to restock the crafting stuff."
"What do we need? I'm sure it's back here somewhere."
"I don't know yet. We have to clean it up first. It's a bit of a mess."
Jamie followed her to the front of the store. Like any teenage boy, he
found himself staring at her swiveling behind.
The store was not very busy. Margaret was chatting with a customer while
she cut her fabric. Kelli was manning the register. A teenager with maroon
hair and a black blouse and skirt paired with red and black striped tights
and ratty sneakers was talking to Kelli. The two aisles of crafting
supplies were indeed a mess with items obviously misplaced or laying on
the floor.
"What happened?" asked Jamie.
"Three women with six kids came in to get supplies for a church camp. I'll
take these two, you take the others. Once we get everything sorted out we
can figure out what we need."
"Ok." Jamie sighed. The only thing worse than cleaning up a mess was
cleaning up a mess that someone else created. As he worked to restore
order to some piles of felt, he noticed Kelli's friend looking in his
direction with a wide grin across her face. Kelli was whispering something
in her ear. "Great," Jamie thought, "now I have two Kellis to contend
with."
Kelli's friend approached and stopped beside him. "Excuse me sir," she
said with a fake air of seriousness. "Do you shave or wax your legs?"
Jamie noticed Kelli at the register with her hand over her mouth. Kelli's
friend was gazing at his legs as if she had never before seen the
appendages. "Shave. Do you need help with anything in the store?"
"Well, yes, she continued. I need to buy a birthday gift for my brother.
Do you think pantyhose are a good choice? And do they come in king size?"
"We don't sell clothes here, just the material to make them."
"Can I help you?" asked Tabitha.
"No, I've seen what I wanted to see." Kelli's friend strolled back to the
register.
"Thanks," said Jamie.
"You're welcome." Tabitha kneeled on the floor next to him. "Don't let
Kelli get under your skin," she whispered. "I think your legs look
fabulous." She winked at him as she stood up then returned to the other
aisle.
It took Jamie over a half-hour to restore order to the aisle. As with his
work in the stockroom, he had allowed his mind to drift as he worked. As
he was replacing a box of pea-sized orange beads on a shelf, Tabitha
surprised him from behind. "All done?" she asked.
Jamie lurched and dropped the plastic box which split in two when it
struck the floor. Little orange beads exploded across the floor in every
direction. Fortunately, Jamie had the presence of mind not to exclame what
he was thinking.
"Oops," said Tabitha. "I guess not."
"I'm sorry," said Jamie. "You surprised me."
"No worry. It happens to everyone."
Jamie dropped to his knees and started picking up the beads one at a time
and putting them in his cupped hand. The beads had spread all around
Tabitha's wedge sandals. Jamie found it hard to not stop and stare at her
pink, polished toenails inside her tan nylons. Her toe seam was visible
just below the top of her toes.
Tabitha giggled. "I think you'll need something to put those in. I'll see
what I can find."
"Thanks," Jamie said. He looked up at her and realized that if her legs
had been spread a bit more, he would be able to see directly up her skirt.
Tabitha moved away, stepping gingerly to avoid sliding on the beads.
"What happened Jamie?"
Jamie recognized Kelli's mocking voice. "I dropped a box of beads," he
replied without looking up. His palm was quickly filling so he pulled up
the bottom edge of his shirt and dumped the beads from his hand into the
makeshift pouch. As he straightened up to survey the extent of the beads,
he heard giggling and noticed Kelli standing at the end of the aisle.
"I didn't do it on purpose," Jamie said. "Tabitha startled me."
"Oh I heard what happened. Do you know everyone can see the panty of your
pantyhose?" Kelli giggled some more. "I see you like to pull them up high
and tight."
Jamie realized that with his shirt pulled up to hold the beads, he was
indeed exposing the top of his pantyhose. Not much he could do about it
now unless he wanted to pick up all the beads again. "Could you help me?"
"Oh, I have to get back to the register. Lucelle doesn't like to leave it
unattended." Kelli smirked as she walked away to the register.
Jamie sighed. It seemed that no matter what he did that girl found a
reason to laugh at him. "Didn't all girls pull up their hose," he
wondered. He would have to ask his mom or Megan. The women on the covers
of pantyhose packages always had their hose pulled up. Jamie continued to
pick up the beads and pile them into his makeshift pouch.
"Oh my goodness," said Lucelle.
Jamie looked up see Lucelle with Tabitha behind her. Tabitha carried a
plastic box.
"Sorry," said Jamie. "It was an accident."
"Oh that's ok," said Lucelle. "Just be more careful in the future. You
really should be wearing a camisole if you're going to be exposing the
panty of your pantyhose to everyone," she added. "Modesty is an important
virtue."
Jamie felt his cheeks flush. He was not sure what a camisole was but it
did not sound good. Tabitha had her hand over her mouth. He imagined Kelli
must be doubled over. Lucelle smiled at Jamie then moved toward the front
of the store where he heard her talking to Kelli about the sales that
morning. Tabitha carefully stepped through the morass of beads and placed
the box on the floor near Jamie. "Let me help you," she offered as she
kneeled on the floor.
Jamie thanked her as he transfered the beads in his shirt to the box. "Is
Lucelle mad at me?"
"Oh no. It was an accident. These boxes are cheap."
"No, I mean about, you know, pulling my shirt up."
Tabitha giggled. "Oh, that. Well, it was kind of funny to see you with
your shirt pulled up exposing your panty to everyone." Tabitha leaned
closer to him. Jamie could smell her sweet smelling perfume. "That's not
something a girl would do," she whispered. "Lucelle isn't used to boys. At
least you weren't showing your bare tummy. That would have probably been
worse."
"I'll keep that in mind for the future."
Jamie and Tabitha spent the next hour restocking the crafting supplies,
going back and forth from the front of the store to the stock room.
Tabitha asked Jamie a lot of questions about school. She made him feel at
ease and he was glad to be working with her instead of Kelli.
At one point while they were in the stockroom, Tabitha ventured a more
personal question. "So, I'm sorry if this is too personal, but why did you
start wearing pantyhose?"
With other people, Jamie would have tried to duck the question but
Tabitha's kindness put him so at ease that he felt she deserved some
honesty. "I'm not sure what first made me try them. I guess I liked how
they looked on my mother and other women so one day when I was eleven and
home alone, I tried on a pair of my mom's hose. I liked how they felt. I
wore them whenever I had the opportunity after that."
"So you've been wearing them all the time since you were eleven?"
"No, just when I was home alone. I didn't start wearing them openly until
recently. My mother caught me on the last day of school."
Tabitha covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my. I can't imagine how that
would play out. Was she mad?"
"I thought it was all over. But she wasn't really mad about me wearing
pantyhose. She was mad at me for hiding something from her and wearing her
clothes."
"You've got a really cool mother. Most people would freak out."
"She gave me two choices. I guess she wanted to see how serious I was. She
said I would be grounded or I would wear hose 24/7 for the rest of the
summer."
"So you picked option two."
Jamie nodded.
"What happens when the summer is over?"
"I don't know. She said I can decide then if I want to continue wearing
them."
"So, you would wear them to school?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought about it much. It might not matter
though. So many people already know I'm wearing."
"Hmm. Well, I think they look good on you. You should keep wearing them.
It's a bold fashion statement."
"Thanks." Jamie stared at the floor for a few moments of awkward silence.
"Well, we better get back to work. I don't think Lucelle tolerates
idleness."
After finishing the work on the crafting section, Jamie reshelved the
bolts of fabric in the bins behind the cutting area. He worked without
incident until his grandmother arrived. He waved to her then headed back
to the office to clock out. Lucelle was sitting at her desk looking
through some catalogs.
"Well, Jamie. You've been very helpful this week. We'll see you Monday
morning, bright and early."
"That's the plan."
"Good, good." Lucelle was thoughtful for a moment. "Is your grandmother
out front?"
"Yes, she's waiting for me."
"Tell her to come back here for a minute."
"Okay." Jamie wondered what this could be about. Why didn't Lucelle just
come out front and talk to her? He found his grandmother talking to
Tabitha at the cash register.
"Are you all ready to go?" his grandmother asked.
"Lucelle wants to talk to you in the back office."
Jamie watched his grandmother amble to the back of the store.
"What's that all about?" asked Tabitha. "Lucelle said that you're doing a
great job."
"I don't know. She told me to be back on Monday. Maybe she has to tell my
grandmother something personal. They are friends."
"Why do you have to stay with your grandmother?"
Jamie leaned toward Tabitha to whisper. "I don't think my mother fully
trusts me anymore."
"That sucks."
"It's not so bad really. My grandmother gives me lots of cookies. You
wouldn't believe how many books I've read this summer."
"My grandmother would put me to work."
"She doesn't seem to have much for me to do. A lawn service does the yard
work."
"Lucky you. So do you have big plans for the weekend?"
Jamie cheered at the thought of Saturday night. "I'm going to a barbeque
with Megan. You'll meet her at school next year."
"Oh, is she your girlfriend?"
"I don't know. I think so."
Tabitha laughed.
Lucelle and Jamie's grandmother came out to the front of the store and
everyone said their goodbyes.
"What did Lucelle want?" asked Jamie as they drove back to his
grandmother's house.
"Well, she told me you're doing well but that you need to be more modest."
"I was just trying to pick up the beads."
"I know but Lucelle's a stickler for these kinds of things. She runs a
tight ship."
"I told her I was sorry."
"I wouldn't worry about it."
* * * * *
Melissa and Carla were staring at a text file on Melissa's computer. "My
sister is so stupid," explained Melissa. "She wrote down all her passwords
and left them in her desk."
Carla laughed, agreeing with Melissa about Megan's obtuseness, as she
wondered what new hiding place she should find for her passwords.
"So what do you think?" asked Melissa.
"Oh Melissa. This is so wicked. You're not going too far are you?"
"I probably haven't gone far enough. If this doesn't get rid of that
simpering sissy then nothing will."
"And think how stupid Megan's going to look."
"I know. The princess will be doing damage control like forever."
The two girls giggled.
"So what's the plan?"
"She's supposed to go out with him on Saturday."
"On a date?"
"Well, not really. They're going with his mommy to some backyard cook out.
He needs princess Megan to hold his hand."
"How typical."
"I know. Isn't it pathetic. The wuss can't even take her on a proper date.
Anyway, about the time she gets home, I'm going to send out the email."
"You've got this all planned."
"The most hilarious part is that she won't even know about it until her
friends start responding."
The girls giggled.
"Do you want to sleep over tomorrow night and be here when I press the
button?"
"Oh yeah. I wouldn't miss it."
* * * * *
Under a bright, hot, afternoon sun, Kim and Megan were playing volleyball
at the city park in one of three sand pits along the tennis courts. The
two girls were dressed similarly in tight running shorts and sports bra
tops. This was more than a casual game, and each girl was sweating from
the heat and effort. Volleyball was Megan's passion.
Megan grunted as she spiked the ball into the sand at Kim's feet. Both
girls leaned forward, panting as they held their legs.
"I'm bushed," said Kim.
Megan nodded and followed Kim. They slipped on flipflops at the edge of
the sand and walked to a picnic table in the shade of an old oak tree
where the girls had left their water jugs.
"Either you're getting better or I'm getting worse," commented Kim.
"Wait until I get back from camp."
"You'll have to start playing with guys." Kim giggled. "Maybe Jamie would
play with you."
"I don't think he likes volleyball."
"His loss. Probably for the best though. He'd just get a lot of sand in
his pantyhose."
Megan smiled. "Kim, why are you so mean to him?"
"Are they checking us out?"
"Who?"
Kim pointed at the basketball courts where two young men, both shirtless,
were looking in Kim and Megan's direction.
"Is that Josh and Kyle?" asked Kim.
"I think so," said Megan.
Kim stood up and waved. The boys waved back and started walking across the
park toward the girls.
"What are you doing?"
"Inviting them over silly. I can't believe we didn't notice them before."
As if by instinct, both girls quickly fluffed their hair which hung as
limply as before.
"Why did you tell them to come over?"
"They were checking us out stupid. Are you going to miss an opportunity
like this? The more time you spend with Jamie, the more soft your brain
gets."
Megan rolled her eyes.
"Hey girls," Josh called.
They exchanged pleasantries as the boys took seats on the opposite side of
the table.
"Were you watching us play?" asked Kim.
"For a while," answered Josh. "You two play better than a lot of guys."
Josh smiled at Megan who felt her cheeks blush.
"You want to play basketball with us?" asked Kyle. "Two-on-two."
"I don't think it would be much of a challenge," answered Megan.
"Not against us. With us," said Josh, directing his answer to Megan. "You
play with me and Kim can play with Kyle."
"You're on," said Kim.
"Well, okay," said Megan.
"Should we do shirts and skins," said Kyle.
"You wish," answered Kim.
The four teens strolled to the basketball courts where they spent the next
hour playing basketball, although it was more of an extended flirting
session than a game. At one point, based on Kim's suggestion, the girls
sat on the boy's shoulders and took turns dunking the ball.
After the game, the boys followed the girls back to the picnic table. "You
two want to go out with us tomorrow night?" asked Josh. "Maybe catch a
movie and something to eat."
"Of course," answered Kim.
"Actually I can't," countered Megan. "I already have plans. Sorry."
Kim stared at Megan in shock. "Just a minute," she told the boys. Kim
grabbed Megan by the shoulder and drug her toward the volleyball courts.
"What's wrong with you?" said Kim.
"I'm going to a cook-out with Jamie tomorrow night."
Kim rolled her eyes. "Tell him something came up and you can't go now."
"I can't do that. I promised him."
"Look at them Megan. Those guys are so hot. And they want to go out with
us."
"I'm sorry Kim. I can't. You can go out with them."
"Don't you get it? You're going to turn down Josh to go out with that
pantyhose-wearing wuss?"
"Stop it Kim. I'm not going to stand up Jamie."
"Are you going out with Jamie tonight too?"
"No."
Kim smiled. "Perfect." Before Megan could respond, she hurried back to the
boys. "Can we go out tonight?"
"Tonight it is," Josh answered. "We'll pick you up seven."
The boys headed back toward the basketball courts leaving a beaming Kim
and a dumbfounded Megan.
to be continued
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