You know what a man should never see? A woman, specifically a significant other, putting on tights. I wiggle, shimmy and dance to pull the tights over my soft legs eventually pulling the waist of the tights as high as they will go.
The waist of the tights are secured under my bra. I make every effort to prevent the waist of the tights from slowly rolling down my midsection exposing the softness tucked neatly inside.
The sheer nature of tights leave nothing to hide. Panties are frequently wadded up underneath and the squeezed shape of my body begs to be let loose.
It just shouldn’t be seen.