I make my way away from the crowded party to readjust myself. My beautiful vintage white nylons have started to fall down despite being firmly attached to my suspender belt. My stockings are completely wrinkled up and I am truly annoyed when I discover I have completely forgotten to pack my white cotton gloves to compose myself with, and my long nails will destroy them in an instant. Luckily for me, I find you standing lurking in the shadows and ask for your firm hands to assist me. You roll those delicate beautiful stockings up, and cant help being excited by the nylon texture under your f... Show more