Why tights?

let me explain. i had met him before in a club. he was so hot and very rude and knew it. but he turned me on something rotten. we kind of tentatively agreed to meet the following weekend at another, smaller club. when i dressed i was thinking about what i would let him see, how it would feel, ease of movement for dancing.
i settled on a black mini, corset and pretty top with fishnets, tights of course, i didn't want to look too slutty just enough.
we met, danced and snogged. nothing heavy just enough for me to really need want him. just enough to know that we weren't suited but would have great sex.
he walked me to my car. it was drizzling but i had a long coat on. when we found it he pushed me against the door and forced his knee between my legs. i went with the flow, curious to see what he did. he swooped in to kiss me, infuriatingly slowly. i tried to speed him up but he was having non of it. his hand ran down my back and up my skirt. i was dripping and he grinned when his fingers found me. slut. i smiled.
i gasped as he pulled the gusset of my tights and ripped a hole in them. ill get you new ones. his fingers slipped over my clit and toyed with the lips. then he pulled away, licked my juices off his hand and kissed me good night.
it was hot. the tights a winner.