Newton, Einstein, Carothers, Gant
         Submitted By Leon

It takes but a small amount of light to highlight a well turned calf encased in liquid-looking gossamer. The glisten from the fabricated corral reminds me that it is asking for attention. Attention that I am oh so willing to give. Staring is rude, it's said, but why else would a shapely gam chose to adorn itself in an artificial covering? Would you think me rude if I admire your diamond jewelry? Your hosiery is but another adornment, a choice made to catch my eye, to show off, to tantalize. It is always appreciated . . .

So who is the greatest inventor/scientist of all time? Let's explore that.

Newton first described gravity. The story goes it came from a conk on the head while lying under an apple tree observing nature. That's for the textbooks. I think he was watching the ladies of London as they walk along the streets. He noticed how a persons calf, when perched upon a lifted heel, strains against a force that is trying to reduce its work. I'm sure he followed, with his eyes, as mine do, the curve of their ankle and how it twists, ever so little, to help keep balance atop the narrow platform. This twist allows the straining muscle that outlines the lower leg to slightly protrude, forming a beckoning to all that will notice. Its position shows one-and-all its purpose, but first to notice was Sir Isaac Newton.

How would you like to be forever associated with the theory that leads to nuclear holocausts? Dear Albert had just that problem. But in his spare time he thought about time. Time is not a constant. Was AE the first to notice how time stands still as a pair of bare legs saunter by? Time is frozen or slows to a crawl as my eyes follow the ripple of flesh that runs up and down a leg that is moving along in front of me. I'm sure Mr. Einstein noticed that seconds are added to each observers life do to the happiness, the increase of hormones that come from observing the turn of a knee and ripple of a once hidden thigh. And time rushes on when I, or as Albert surely observed, catch a glimpse of delicious looking skin as a skirt rustles as knees are crossed. One can't look quickly enough. Add to that, a rare but possible event in AE's time, the sound of nylons as they cross. Ahhh . . .

That brings us to Carothers. The inventor of nylon! And he knew what he had right away. He pulled a glass rod from a beaker and a strand of nylon was born; shimmering and sensuous all in itself. He crossed the strands and saw their fragile and revealing textures. A short year latter came a fashion show with legs galore! No more rare silk; it's soft but not the sheen of beautiful nylon. And it's very expensive. Now all women can be encased in the seductive thread of glistening nylon. Once out of the bottle, so to speak, Wallace Hume Carothers knew the future of girl watching would never be the same.

The hex of nylon crossing over and around painted toes as they peak through the texture gives me a quickened pulse. I see the arch as it's supported by the fine threads. The shadowed area underside begs to be able to present its story. I yearn to see it and then follow the lines that are naturally in nylon on to the foundation of each beautiful leg. No heel doesn't improve with nylon, so easy now to caress with probing finders even the oft overlooked, rounded base. Oh, thank God for the delicate lines that nylon includes. They are so easy to follow up now, from her wonderful foundation. I've said what the curves of a calf can do so let's continue along the "back side". Caressing the back of a knee is so sensuous, but encase it in nylon - Oh-la-la. When fit well, the slightest movement changes the stretched cover and reveals different feels and looks with every move. I'd linger but I'm on a mission, so up we go!

This was, for years, the traditional point we'd find the line of cloth that covers the heavenly softness that calls me. To raise the hem any higher, and flirt with the possibility of revealing the lace tops that encircle the legs nylon encasement, would say, "I'm easy". No respectable person wants that repetition. To showcase is one thing, to give it away is quite another. Then comes 1959.

Pantyhose was introduced in 1959 by a quirky, disturbed chemist. It wasn't until1965 that it was paired (pun intended) with man's best friend; the mini- skirt! Now respectable legs, encased in the glossy allure of nylon, didn't end at an artificial stop. Now I can imagine myself, with my partner standing in front of me, while I begin the search with my fingers that which my mind has already outlined above. I can lay my head against the thin cloth that separates the world (as I sit and you stand) from your nylon covered, soft and tasty mound. I would trace the thin yet perceptible lines with my finger nails, tracing the small dip that causes all of the wonderful highlights, tension and smoothness that accents your natural tenderness. The skirt, though, gives little protection against my insistent hands. My finger tips slowly slip under the fabric that barely, yet with adequate modesty to the rest of the world, cover the prizes I know you have there. Here is where others part from my taste. The panty is a barrier, for sure, but such a thin one that I can still feel the outline of each encased treasure of flesh. I usually sneak into your stash of hosiery and put the tiniest hole; a perch waiting for my smallest finger tip or, when the occasion permits, a couple of teeth. But I won't use this small advantage so soon. While pressing my face against your skirt and holding and separating that magnificent bundle of flesh I can detect the scent of YOU increasing, even through the taught, protective, sparkling nylon encasement. By day all see you as the proper lady you are, but when nighttime falls and you present yourself to me, shroud in nylon from navel to toe tips, I give thanks to Allen Gant Senior, the inventor of pantyhose.

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