We’d spent a fun day at the beach, walking around and talking. On the way home your car runs out of gas and we pull to the side of the road and get out. You say we’ll have to wait for someone to stop. We look around at the quiet solitude of the twighlight, the few early stars beginning to show and then look at each other. What color panties are you wearing?you ask my suggestively. I lean back against the car and very slowly raise the hem of my skirt, giving you an inch by inch view of whats underneath. First black stocking, then more black stocking, then still more stocking. You begin to wonder how high they could possibly go when you finally get a glimpse of the darker band that tops them.