Chapter 1: Madame Julia

Madame Julia is Inspector Moreau’s Personal Assistant at the Gendarme offices in Paris where I am helping him investigate a group of female vigilantes. Calling themselves The Pantyhose Society after their signature leg-wear they have been kidnapping men and beating confessions out of them. Julia is about 27 years old although looks much older with her exquisite sophisticated looks. With extremely short close-cropped brown hair she has an attractive small face with a small sleek up-turned nose, a small sensual thick-lipped pouting lipstick glossed mouth and chubby cheeks with high cheekbones. Wearing stylish large framed square-shaped designer spectacles over small grey eyes beneath finely delineated eyebrows she had a sort of stylish sexy secretary look except that the way she looked at me was with a cold imperious manner as if I were somehow beneath her. Standing around 5’3 when in her customary heels she had a chunky sturdy upper body and a thrusting bust that somehow didn’t give the impression of being overweight.

The first time I saw her she was wearing a pair of designer jeans that clung tightly to a very large thick pair of thighs that looked firm. The way a thick slab pushed out the denim along the sides of her upper thighs had me convinced that it was muscle which greatly excited me. Even more mind-blowing were her calves. Even though I first saw them from the front I stared goggle-eyed at absolutely massive calves that raised up on relatively low heels, jutted out behind her relatively short chunky shin stretching out the denim in massive dense wings of flared muscle beautifully and feminine curved. When she began to turn, my lord my dick went stiff at the sight of just how far they jutted out behind the back of her shin. Even though they were covered in jeans that struggled to contain their sheer massiveness, I knew that they were simply the largest calves that I had ever seen on a woman and that included my mother in-law. As she walked away I was practically drooling at the outlandish shape of her calves like two inverted bottles of Mateus Rose with thick necks and a very large curved base. Her backside too was very ample yet seemed very firm. That was the first and only time I ever saw Julia wearing jeans or leggings because from then on she only wore smart business dress with skirts that came down to the knee below which were sheer tan-coloured tights that sheathed her short lower legs and massive calves.

Fortunately for me her office was on the top floor, the third, where the inspectors were. She never took the lift which made it a pleasure to follow behind watching those enormously wide, thick and rounded calves explode into massive hard balls of muscle. When I discreetly asked her about it, she did reveal that she was an amateur ballerina in her spare time. Today however as she left the office for her lunch-break, I followed on behind as she walked to the train station. Keeping a discrete distance I admired her sensational calves, trying not to get distracted or drawn closer by their sensual magnetism. No, I was not being a dirty pervert following a smart sophisticated-looking young woman around for I had seen her mark the date in her diary furtively glancing around unaware that I was watching. Julia has calves that I just want to reach out and touch to feel if they are as hard as they look. That wouldn’t be a clever thing to do when I was meant to be keeping a low profile to follow her. I resist the urge, keeping well back out of sight as she heads towards the platform. As she gets on a train I join an adjoining carriage keeping an eye on her. She alights at Pyramides station and I follow as she heads towards Place Vendôme trying to keep my cool and distance from the sexy calve show ahead. Reaching the square the rather snooty cold young woman turns and enters a shop. As I near it and see it’s contents through the windows I am horrified to see that it is a shop selling high-end lingerie. Not wanting to lose Julia I gather up my courage and enter trying not to look too embarrassed and trying to keep a low profile.

As soon as I enter a young woman welcomes me and presses a glass of champagne into my hand. Inside, the shop is quite spacious and brightly lit with trendy hi-tech displays. It is no less comfort to find the shop mainly full of rather sophisticated rich-looking women, the few men probably husbands or sugar-daddies. I spot Julia being warmly welcomed by the very buxom plump though elegant mature owner of the shop. From the interviews of the beaten men, I take a guess that this is Madame Virginie. I keep out of sight at the back as she welcomes everyone to her shop then announces the launch of a new pair of pantyhose.

“The Wolford Neon 30 denier. Glossy, semi-transparent pantyhose providing a camouflaging effect for the legs” she explained whilst holding up a very slinky highly-glossed tan-coloured pair of nylons that would certainly get my attention if worn by a woman. “They will give your legs the glamorous appearance they deserve, making the skin look smooth and flawless”. The buxom woman hitched up the hem of her smart skirt to reveal that she had a great pair of legs. “You see how good they will look on you” She said while moving her legs this way and that to the appreciation of the women. I certainly appreciated her legs which looked absolutely sensational in those sexy tights. “This is largely due to the discreet laminating effect, making the skin appear smooth and giving the leg a perfect appearance”. She hitched her skirt right up over her hips. I didn’t know where to look and felt guilty and flushed for looking. “They feature a comfortable soft sewn-on waistband with the Wolford logo”. My mouth went dry as her hands moved to her crotch which seemed as smooth and sexless as Action Man making me doubt that she wore anything beneath to disrupt that smooth profile. “And look at the sensual and perfect barely visible cotton gusset” She needlessly emphasised the area concerned. I nervously glanced to see if anyone was watching me staring at the smooth crotch of a plump mature woman holding her skirt up. Dropping the hem she inserted one arm into one leg of the tights stretching it to it’s full length. “So chic, yes?” she asked with gasps of “Oui” from the enraptured women. “I am sure that your partner will not baulk at the price to see you wearing these in the privacy of your boudoir, non?” She asked in a saucy tone with a wink that got some of the sugar-daddies very excited. Holding up one leg she indicated the toe. “Note the barely visible shadow toe reinforcement ideal for those extra rough conditions”. She gave a wink to her audience many of whom smiled knowingly. “Very resistant but without losing the elegance and softness and quality that you deserve”