Chloe the Cellist's tights.

I was invited to a concert in York Way, London this Spring to see a lovely young orchestra playing hits from the cinema, I.E. Star Wars, Harry Potter etc. I was sitting in the front row and my attention was held at the lovely young cellist who was down in the programme as 22 year old Chloe. She sat with her cello between her legs and to my delight she was wearing sheer black tights as oppossed to the other female musicians who favoured awful 40 denier opaques. I could see from my vantage point that Chloe had been careless with pulling them up tight as I could quite clearly see the creases by her knee that told me that her tights were not pulled up tight above her waist. All through the performance all I could think about was how she had put them on. Did she shake them gently out of the packet and discard the little cardboard strip that came with them before sitting on the bed and rolling them down her legs one at a time before standing up and pulling them up tight over her hips and letting them come to rest around her waist? I was imagining all sorts of possibilities. All throughout the performance I kept asking myself why she was wearing sheer tights as oppossed to the others in their opaques? Was it an act of rebellion or did she wear them because she liked the silky feel of sheers against her lovely skin?
During the interval I was lucky enough to be introduced to her and found myself alone with her at the bar. She was flustered from her perfomance and nerves and I took the opportunity to quiz her on her tights which threw her. I asked her if she was wearing 10 denier tights and she flinched and admitted that she was and seemed to be impressed with my knowledge of tights. She was wearing Aristoc 10 denier high shines and I threw all my cards onto the table and asked if if could keep them. She quickly looked at me and asked me why I wanted them and I told her that I wanted something to remember her by and that her tights had made my cock stiff during the performance and that I wanted to pull them over my face and press her gusset onto my nose to inhale her fragrance as I wanked myself sensless imagining that I was rubbbing my cock up and down her nylon cover legs. She kept looking at me and seemed to be breathing hard as if she was in shock over what I had told her. I then went for broke and told her that I wanted to taste her cunt through her tights. She sort of half laughed and avoided eye contact before smiling and blushing at the smae time. I begged her for her tights before she walked off and she muttered an okay. She went into a trance for a few seconds before telling me to wait there. I was a bit dubious in case she called security or a member of staff as she left but she arrived back a few minutes later, bare legged with her lovely tights scrunched up in her right hand and pushed them into mine before rushing off without saying a word for the second half performance. I rushed into the Men's toilets and sniffed hard and could smell her gorgeous cunt on them and wanked hard sniffing those tights and imagined Chloe's lovely cunt seeping juice into them. OOOOOHHHHH!