Road Trip to Love

When Robert, a German 52y privateer, got back into his Porsche at the lonely rest stop in northern Bavaria after refueling at night, a thrilling fright ran through him

"…then it suddenly jumped out at him, his trigger point, the insurmountable eye-catcher: the wafer-thin yarn on a woman's leg that made everything in his thoughts and actions snap back to factory state, all at once claiming his entire attention, on which his eyes had to linger for an unbelievably intense moment, not despite the initial shock, but rather because of the positive surprise! The fine woven material on the curved knee and the surface of the perfectly shaped thigh above it, where it shimmered seductively dark – it teased his connoisseur's gaze. Not opaque, he registered immediately, but rather 20den, slightly shiny, black. It all happened in a tenth of a second in his very private head cinema. As if the legs of Kim Basinger had stepped off the screen. Then the question that had to be asked immediately afterwards: hold-up stockings or perhaps (gladly!) pantyhose after all? And meanwhile, the simultaneous confusion of being completely paralyzed for a brief time irritated him, he got heart flutters and was unable to realize the only relevant fact: There is a complete stranger young woman sitting in my car! His absolute dream with stockinged endless legs revealed itself to him…"

Julia, a young beauty breaking out of her hopeless life, seizes the opportunity and they both head down to their shared happiness all the 1300 miles way to Sicily in one go. A road movie at its best! Ny Nyloni at its best!