MysteryWoman
11-13-2017, 10:08 AM
One of my great frustrations with modern life is that so many women have given up wearing hosiery. Last night I encountered a delightful exception at the most unlikely place, a symphony concert.
My wife and I had seats in a stage box, looking directly down on one side of the orchestra. One of the flute players was a very attractive GG, wearing a long black gown. Early in the performance I noticed that when she leaned forward to play, it revealed that the skirt had a slit on the left side that went up to about the top of the knee. First just the knee itself would appear, then a little bit of inner thigh, then a little more thigh, then some shin, and in the best cases, the full lower leg.
And she was wearing beautiful black hose that appeared to be of very high quality.
When she finished playing, she would sit back and very discreetly move the right side of the skirt back over her leg. Then the whole process would be repeated when she played again. This went on through the entire evening. It was as if she was repeatedly teasing me with her very shapely leg.
I was reminded of Cole Porter's song, Anything Goes, that starts out:
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes
What a great evening!
My wife and I had seats in a stage box, looking directly down on one side of the orchestra. One of the flute players was a very attractive GG, wearing a long black gown. Early in the performance I noticed that when she leaned forward to play, it revealed that the skirt had a slit on the left side that went up to about the top of the knee. First just the knee itself would appear, then a little bit of inner thigh, then a little more thigh, then some shin, and in the best cases, the full lower leg.
And she was wearing beautiful black hose that appeared to be of very high quality.
When she finished playing, she would sit back and very discreetly move the right side of the skirt back over her leg. Then the whole process would be repeated when she played again. This went on through the entire evening. It was as if she was repeatedly teasing me with her very shapely leg.
I was reminded of Cole Porter's song, Anything Goes, that starts out:
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes
What a great evening!