As soon as we undressed I felt exposed and vulnerable. I went to grab a sheet, needing some sort of cover. But as I grabbed in the dark, my hand felt something unfamiliar. A netting. Wire like at first, then soft and silky. Suddenly now familiar, my hand slid in the opening of the hose, and down to the end, covering my entire arm. 

He saw me gain obvious excitement. My arm in the leg of his girlfriends fish net stocking. He hesitated, then with locked wide open eyes, pulled the stretched fish net up over my bicep, over my shoulder, and the across my face. Kissing me through the widening holes.