It is a whisper — a soft and dulcet scream, when the nylon of two women’s pantyhose vie as their owners glare.
Each pair, testing the other. Whose hose are stronger, sexier, and better made for the legs that wear them.
The gentle, teasing slide of one nylon-covered leg against another is always a prelude, however.
To the grabbing of hair, locking of legs, and rolling from one side of a room to another.
Or to a testing of the center that lies betwixt those competing calves, taunting thighs, and fighting feet.