A newly discovered mature woman, clad in only sheer pantyhose and a lacy bra, plays out her secret desires. Her aged body, although aching with every graceful movement, only stirs her hypnotic fascination. Her fingertips teasingly dance, tracing the contours of her curved hips and slippery inner thighs. She caresses her silk-clad feet and the slightest squeeze causes her too-familiar arousal to swell within her. With each exhale, the fabric gently hugs her tender body, primed to receive her pleasure. She pulls one leg slowly toward her and the sheer fabric clings to her leg, draped like a lover. Her breathing speeds, senses heightened by the sensual touch of the hose. She pinches and pulls the hose, following every curve, every curve of her body, until she lets out a deep moan, followed by another. She reaches down and traces a line from her hip, spanning the length of her thigh, and towards her engorged sex. She inserts a finger into her pantyhose, massaging her clit through the silky fabric, while her other hand lifts the hose, revealing her wet, pink labia. Her hand falls back down, as she continues to finger herself with her hose-covered hand. The hose is malleable, giving way to every touch, to every moan, and to every spasm as she reaches her pinnacle. Mature, yet alluringly decadent, she continues her erotic dance. Her vision blurs, and in her mind’s eye, she sees all the fingers she once bared, all the men she once loved, all the time she once had. She squeezes her hose-clad pussy, as her orgasm shudders through her.