You were always very caring, very curious, about what stockings I wore... for work, for play, out socialising and even just round the house. What colour, what denier, even what kind of top my hold-ups were... plain, or lacy. I'd guessed all guys fancied girls in naughtier than usual undies but if I had realised sooner you had an all-encompassing fetish for them then maybe I wouldn't have been so cautious, and just let you revel in them.

For that's what we're doing now, secreted away in a hotel room on one of your visits to the country. You said bring saucy undies, but were more exacting when it came to stockings. "Bring a whole range," you asked, no... almost demanded of me. "All sort of colours. I might like you to model them for me... "

Well, how could a girl refuse? I know, among the many things we'll do in London, sight-seeing and shopping, that we'll probably have a smooch, a snog, even sex... who cares if it's wrapped up in some extra naughtiness between us. It's that kind of friendship...