Growing up, Chapter 5;
Ariel was no idiot! She knew something was wrong with the Lavish brand pantyhose. 18 years old and a freshman in college, she struggled to get through. College life was more expensive than she thought, and she ended up getting a waitressing job just to make ends meet. When lavish pantyhose hit the store shelves her mother jumped right on the band wagon with everyone else. Suddenly the person who only wore pantyhose to church became an everyday wearer of their products, and couldn’t sing enough praises about it. Trying to encourage her daughter to start wearing the same pantyhose had been her mission right after, and Ariel could not get away from the house soon enough to get into college. She had humored her mother buying the cheapest, worst quality pantyhose she could so she wouldn’t ride her constantly about it. But somehow her mother knew, and still kept pressing the issue until finally Ariel could leave home.
Now in college, working as a waitress pantyhose was a part of the dress code. Still determined not to wear Lavish products she continued with her cheap brands, and ignoring everyone elses encouragement to use Lavish pantyhose. Even when her roomates started pushing it, she still continued to refuse.
Friday nights were always a busy night at the diner. Ariel sat down in the break room, and kicked off her shoes to air out her feet, and stretch her toes. Tina another waitress walked in and sat down on the couch next to her and did the same. Sitting there staring at the TV enjoying the peace between rushes, they began to talk. At first it was about anything and everything, then it switched to boys, then just as Ariel knew it would the conversation switched to pantyhose. Scrunching up her face into a scowl, Ariel looked at Tina and snapped at her, telling her to drop it. That she was not, nor was she going to wear any kind of Lavish product so she could forget it. Looking back at Ariel with a look of shock, Tina stammered out that she was just going to agree with Ariel’s thoughts about Lavish, and that she too was not a user of their products. Suddenly embarrassed Ariel tried to apologize, but Tina would have nothing of it, that she to had a mother that just would not quit about Lavish pantyhose and she too was sick and tried of everyone trying to force it down her throat. Soon after the conversation started back up again, and things started to get back to normal between the 2 knowing that they shared a common interest. With the end of their break approaching Ariel bent over to put her shoes back on, and felt Tina’s leg brush against her skin as she did. Feeling an almost electric shock go through her system Ariel pulled back and looked at Tina. Seeing the same look on her face Ariel said “That was amazing, has anything like that ever happened to you before?” Shaking her head no, Tina moved her leg closer to Ariel and when it touched her again Ariel cood in excitement. Shaking it off Ariel put on her other shoe, and stood there trying to figure out what happened as Tina put her own shoes back on, and they returned to work.
After work, and still completely at a loss for what happened at work Ariel headed back to her dorm room. Arriving at her room she went in and stopped in her tracks as she looked around the room. She had known her roomates were slobs but this was rediculous! It was like they had a fashion show in the middle of the small living room, and had left everything just laying around. Not wanting to deal woth the mess, Ariel went to her room and took off her uniform. Knowing all her roomates were other girls Ariel proceeded to walk through the mess in her panties and a tee shirt.
Grabbing a snack Ariel sat down to eat and unwind watching some TV but for some reason her thoughts became distracted. No longer was she interested in the show that was playing, but more concerned with what the women and most of the male actors were wearing on their legs. Almost in a daze Ariel watched a woman strut across the screen in heels and hose, and in the back of her mind Ariel felt a desire to put her work hose back on. Smiling to herself, she knew that she would be more comfortable that way. Getting up from the couch Ariel put her plate in the kitchen and started for her room, but became distracted by a beautiful pair of suntan pantyhose laying across the couch right where she had been sitting. Shaking her head to clear it out, she cursed her roomates and picked them up to throw them across the room. But as she picked them up, she found herself staring at the glisening glossy fabric as it reflected the rooms light. Slowly getting lost in the shine Ariel didn’t even notice that the hose was pulsing as if it had a life of its own, beckoning and teasing her to slide it up her legs and feel it against her skin. Completely hypnotized by the pulsing reflections of the fabric Ariel slowly walked around the couch and sat back down, never taking her eyes or hands off the oh so wonderful feeling pantyhose. Continuing to stare at the hose Ariel could see visions of bliss and happiness. It all became clear, all she had to do was slide the pantyhose up her legs, and she too could feel its bliss and happiness. Still smiling as she reached for the waist band of her panties, the door opened snapping Ariel out of her trance. At once realizing what had happened, she dropped the pantyhose to the floor and felt a twinge of sadness flow through her body, she wanted to pick it back up, she wanted to hold it, she wanted to slide it up her legs sooooo badly.
As Ariel’s roomates burst through the door, Ariel slowly got up and started walking to her room. Seeing her the roomates said they were sorry for the mess, but wanted to know if Ariel had found anything interesting that she wanted to try as they started giggling. Turning and glaring at them Ariel didn’t reply, instead she continued on to her room where she tossed and turned all night fighting off her need to wear pantyhose.
Getting up Saturday morning, Ariel felt like crap. Knowing she had to pull a double shift at the diner didn’t help either. Walking through the living room to the kitchen Ariel could see that her roomates had cleaned up, which helped make her mood a bit better. However her eyes unconsiously searched the room for maybe a stray pair of pantyhose they may have forgotten. Finding nothing out of place, Ariel made coffee, and got ready for work, and after a short walk to the diner things started returning to normal and Ariel began to feel like herself. Starting her second shift Tina arrived and began her shift. Ariel couldn’t help but notice how Tina seemed distant, and seemed to avoid all contact with her. Throughout her shift, Tina said nothing, but seemed to have a strange smile on her face like she was somewhere else. When Ariel’s second break arrived she went back to the break room, and followed her same routine. Kicking off her shoes, she propped her feet up on a chair, and started watching the TV. However as the night before Ariels thoughts drifted from what she was watching to noticing more of what they were wearing. Without even realizing it Ariel started rubbing her hosed feet together, and drifting more and more into a trance. So deeply into a trance that she didn’t even notice when Tina walked in, or when she sat next to her and put one of her own hosed feet up against Ariel’s. Feeling the same wonderful electrical jolt as the night before Ariel snapped back to attention, and looked around. Seeing Tina sitting next to her, and rubbing her foot on her feet Ariel relaxed again and just sat there enjoying the sensations that coursed through her feet to her sex. Cooing out in pleasure Ariel asked Tina if this was something normal when women rubbed each others feet together wearing pantyhose. Tina just smiled and replied with “Only if atleast one of them is wearing Lavish pantyhose..”
Ariel was in shock, every part of her being wanted to pull away, but she couldn’t find the will power to do it. Tina continued on “Yesterday was the first time I had ever worn Lavish pantyhose. I wasn’t kidding when I said I didn’t like the company, but I got so tired of my mother nagging and nagging me about wearing it. Sooo I told her I would wear it once just to shut her up. It was really nice, I had never felt anything like it. In fact it made me feel kind of naughty in some ways. But after my shift yesterday when I removed them, I could not think of anything else in the world that I wanted more than to wear them again. In fact I really wanted to put them right back on. I fought the need, and finally fell asleep, but my god it was so strong when I got up that just seeing them laying on the floor made my need so bad I just had to put them on one more time. It was then I realized what exactly I had done. As I let go of the waistband it was almost as though the pantyhose came to life. I could feel it messaging my lower body, and it felt sooooo good. I tried to fight it Ariel, I really did, no matter how many times I have tried to take it off today, I just find myself putting it back on. It really is so wonderful, imagine what you are feeling right now all over your lower body, imagine the bliss you would feel, and imagine the rewards when you get other people to wear it!” Moaning, and enjoying all the sensations passing through her body Ariel only heard about half of everything Tina said, until she heard rewards for getting others to wear it. Snapping back Ariel pulled away from Tina, and struggled to put her shoes on to get out of the break room. Tina just sat there and smiled “You know it is too late for you now, I know you have felt the need.” Ariel glared at Tina and replied with “You don’t know anything about me!” and stormed out of the break room.
Finshing off her shift Ariel headed back to her dorm. The strange tingling sensations still coursing through her legs, her thoughts wandered through the events of the last day. Scared of the part inside herself that wanted to embrace this new experience, nervous that she would fall and become like everyone else, and strangely hoping that maybe one of her room mates left out a pair again so she could..... “No damn it” Ariel screamed out loud to no one. “I am not going to become a slave to pantyhose”. Picking up her pace to get home quicker Ariel tried to think of anything else she could.
Arriving at her dorm, Ariel threw open the door, and slammed it behind her. Scanning the room in front of her, she found herself disappointed when everything was in its place. Walking to her room she grabbed the door handle and stopped dead in her tracks. Something so soft and wonderful was in her hand, looking down her face lit up when she saw a pair of pantyhose dangling from the door handle. Pulling the glorious hose off the handle Ariel lifted it up and with both hands rubbed it eroticly across her skin. Feeling the wonderful fabric touch her skin sent shivers down her spine, and Ariel knew she had to try it on. Throwing open her bedroom door she started pulling her clothes off as fast as she could. Images from the TV, and images of Tina looking so happy flashed through her mind. She wanted this, no she needed this so bad. Standing there naked holding the pantyhose out in front of herself watching it quiver and pulse promising to give her bliss, Ariel smiled and started to bunch up the first leg. Sitting down to slide it over her foot she sat on her keys and the pain was so strong and severe that it snapped her back to reality. Gasping at what she had almost done, Ariel threw the pantyhose out the bedroom door before she could fall under its trance again and slammed the door.
Giggling started in the hallway, and her room mates asked her if she was ok. “I am fine” replied Ariel “Leave me alone!” Giggling turned into laughter as they moved away from the door, as one of them informed her they left her pantyhose outside the door for her. Cursing herself for being tricked and almost falling Ariel lay down on her bed, still naked and tried to go to sleep. Sleep however eluded her, no matter how much she tossed and turned, or tried to clear her mind, all thoughts kept returning to pantyhose, and no matter how hard Ariel tried to understand why this had happened, the answer could not be found. She had played it safe, she had not worn the cursed brand, and yet she still felt the ungodly pull to its beauty and touch. What could she do about it, what would stop this horrible desire to feel it against her skin, or was she already doomed and her fate sealed.