i knock on the door and you open, standing aside for me to enter.
…were sitting 2 seats away from me. She was with someone, of course… but I hope he knew how lucky he was.
Perfect shape to her legs, very sexy calves, and from where I was seated, her black stockings looked as smooth as silk, extending gracefully from under her short black skirt. yes – i probably stared a bit too much, but I did my best to hide it.
When she crossed her legs towards me, her arch seductively lifted from her black heel, the beautiful maternal darker and thicker down there,,, begging to be attended to. I did my best to determine stockings or hose, her skirt had lifted quite high at one point, but my efforts were inconclusive. … though based on the event and the outfit in general, I would put my money on stockings for sure!
In the end, I watched them leave, wondering what he had in store for her (or her for him) for the rest of the evening. Loved that idea of him removing her jacket, lifting her skirt, and thoroughly enjoying whatever was underneath.
When James returned, he seemed preoccupied. A number of the others suggested he was still dealing with the loss of a family member. I knew different. He was simply paranoid that someone (mainly Me) has discovered his little secret. He did seem especially funny towards me –assessing my reaction to him, looking at me after he made a joke, etc. I tried my best to act normally but knowing what I did about how he fantasized about me made it hard.
There he was trying his best not to look directly at me and I was trying hard to catch him checking me out. Not sure why,,, maybe I wanted to let him know it was okay,,, or maybe I just needed to know he still wanted me.
A week passed and things began to return to normal. I came to the conclusion that he was waiting for the inevitable, and the more time that passed, the less likely it was that anything was going to happen.
I on the other had was still making my way through his collection of fantasies and was finding myself more and more attracted to him, even lusting for him to act out some of his fantasies with me.
His continued avoidance of me had me trying harder and harder to get his attention. Sure, I guess what I was doing could have been called teasing but I was looking for some sort of reaction, anything, to prove as a confirmation that he truly felt the way his stories suggested he did. I wanted to know if he was just full of talk or would he back it up with action (….hours and hours of action)
Unfortunately my various low-cut blouses and even skirt outfits didn’t seem to get much of a reaction from him. As yet another week passed I had become almost obsessed with seducing him.
I was wearing my fuck-me panties to work on a regular basis now, (which made me even more crazy and hot). I found myself in the bathroom at least twice each day, bringing myself to climax while picturing one of the various scenarios in which his dick slid in and out of my yearning pussy.
I became very aware of how immersed in the situation I had become when I was nearly caught at my desk with my hand up my skirt, recalling how James fucked me in the ass while I ate out the summer intern.
I resolved to stop my sexual obsession for the good of my career. But like any other addiction, they are hard to break… I found myself back in the bathroom stall with my hand in my pussy before the day had ended. I was addicted.
I convinced myself the only cure was the real thing. I planned out an elaborate scheme to ensure I would get the opportunity to have him, finally. It wasn’t overly complicated but it was bold and straight forward. I didn’t have the patience for anything else.
A week later I headed home just after lunch to showered and dressed for the evening’s activities.
Black stockings and garter belt framed by a very sexy lace g-string. A matching bra pushed my breasts up and out of the white blouse with a few too many buttons undone. My pinstriped jacket and skirt added a seductive layer to what lay underneath, as did the 3 “ black heels that I had bought the night before. I was dressed as close as I possibly could to what he had described in one of my most favorite stories. If he didn’t take me like this, he wasn’t the true author of those fantasies.
I arrived back at the office at 4:45. Being a Friday, most of the staff was heading out the door. I did get a few looks form some of the co-workers, (returning to work more made up and well dressed than earlier in eth day) but I paid little attention and made my way to my desk.
Picking up the files I had set aside, I made my way to his office.
‘Ready to go?” I asked
I watched his eyes dart up and down as his brain tried to recall what I had been wearing that morning. As soon as he noticed what he was doing, his eyes quickly lowered back to his work. “Yep, just one minute”
His reaction was encouraging for me. I could feel I was going to have him.
We set up in the board room – tucked away towards the back of the office, so we wouldn’t be disturbed.
“Thanks again for meeting me to discuss this project. You’re sure your wife wont mind you being late on a Friday night?”
“No, she is with the kids at her parents place tonight so…”
“Great, lets get started”
I began reviewing the project I had little interest in. I was quick to get up and begin moving around, using the white board, sitting on the table, bending over to pick up markers that had ‘accidentally’ fallen to the floor.
He would have to of been dead to not notice my skirt riding up my legs. At one point I bent over directly in front of him, feeling the cool air on the back of my thighs, I waited, hoping he would reach out and touch me, making this silly game I was playing unnecessary, but he behaved himself, as I expected he would. Nevertheless, I was enjoying the journey, knowing I would eventually win out.
At 7, I suggested we order some dinner and by 7:30 we were taking a break. Sitting on the same side of the board table, I turned my chair to face him and crossed my legs, making sure my skirt had ridden high enough to expose the top of my stocking. I watched him struggle as he tried to focus on my face. He wanted so desperately to look down.
I could tell it was time to begin my final approach. I directed the conversation as I had planned. Discussing the outfit of one rather fashion-dense older women that worked down the hall.
As planned, I was able to bring the conversation back to my outfit and commented on my shoes. “I think they look great but they kill my feet.”
I clearly offered him the opportunity to look at my legs. Looking down myself, I repositioned my legs to model my shoes and was noticed the skin of my upper thigh peek out form under my skirt, the full top of my stocking and garter clasp now in full view.
I could feel my crotch tingle as I slid my heel off and begun rubbing my foot.
“Right in here – it aches, your so lucky you don’t have to wear heels.” I continued.
My attention still focusing on my foot, massaging it, my legs beginning to part as I adjusted in my chair. I suspected he could now see clearly up my skirt to my panties.
My head lowered so he couldn’t see my eyes, I strained to look towards his crotch, the bugle was obvious as his torso remained motionless.
Not wanting to startle him, I slowly sat back up and stretched my back.
“God, I would pay to get a good foot massage right now”. I finally looked directly at his face. His eyes glazed, his expression was priceless.
I waited, half expecting him to pounce on me and half expecting he would run for the door. Instead he just sat there. When a polite smile crossed his face it became clear to me – I would have to initiate things.
“James, I hate to ask. It is a bit inappropriate, and feel free to say no but… would you be willing to…” I moved my stocking foot towards him.
“Ummm. I’m really not sure I should”
It was obvious he wanted to. It was as if he was testing me to see what I was going to say.
I didn’t give him time to continue “…’cause it would really mean a lot if you would just help me out. Just this one time. “
He reluctantly started shaking his head so I continued
“And I know you’re probably thinking it’s like, you know, maybe a bit inappropriate,,, but I promise this will stay between me and you. No one else will ever know”
I extended my stocking leg out and placed my right foot on top of his thigh. I watched as he stared at it, his reaction suggesting he could not believe what was happening.
“Just a bit. I sooo need a little foot massage right now.” I smiled at him, my smile screaming that I wanted him to touch me.
This time there was no response. He sat quietly staring at my foot, my toes wiggling seductively on his leg.
He was close. I could tell.
“Just a little bit – just for a minute.” I gave him the finally nudge he needed.
His hands slowly extended and his fingers wrapped around my warm foot. I let out a slight moan, completely unintentionally, which seem to encourage him. Slowly his thumbs began to massage my sole. His fingers holding my foot tightly as if he was determined not to let me leave.
I watched him enjoy my feet. I had never even considered a man having a foot fetish until reading his stories. And looking back, it is quite possible his stories had created a similar, opposing fetish within me.
The bulge in his pants had grown steadily so I decided it was time to move the evening forward. I let my foot drop to the floor and removed my left shoe.
He watched me as I positioned my left foot on his lap and smiled.
“This one too?” he asked.
“Of course, we have to be fair now” I smiled back.
This time I slid forward in my chair and lifted my right foot back up and placed it between his legs, resting against his now very hard cock.
At first his hands slowed. I expected he was simply overwhelmed so I started slowly, rubbing him from side to side. I watched his focus switch between my two feet – the one he was attending to and the other that was attending to him!
For a long while he simple stared down and the pair of stocking clad feet he was playing with. I was amazed at his passiveness – he didn’t seem at all interested in accelerating things or scaring me off. So I happily let him take his time.
It didn’t take long before I was becoming anxious for more. My foot rubbing his cock was now firmly pleasuring his entire length. A small wet spot had formed through his pants and I was doing my best to encourage it to grow in size.
I got the feeling he could tell I was wanting more and he finally looked up at me. I was waiting for him with a seductive smile. My hand slid across my chest and gently pushed my blouse open to expose my bra and cleavage.
“Don’t stop” was all I said.
My eyes closed as my head dropped back. I wanted to give him the ability to look at me and do as he pleased without feeling like he was being watched.
He was finally past the point of needing encouragement.
In fact, I was slightly surprised to feel him finally take the lead as he lifted my foot up towards his face, gently rubbing my toes against his lips. I could feel his breath as he inhaled in my scent. His lips gently touched each of my toes before kissing their down the middle of my sole.
A smile crossed my face as I knew this was exactly what he had wanted, what he had dreamed about. Knowing I was making his fantasy a reality was an incredible turn on for me. I felt my body take control of itself, my right hand now massaging my breast as my left had slid up between my legs, pulling my skirt up to begin rubbing my soaking wet panties.
I felt him slowly caress and kiss my stocking foot. Each toe was gently being placed in his mouth as his tongue explored the feel and taste of me. If I wasn’t already aroused, this was doing it. My fingers slipped around my panties and I felt my own skin. I had no idea if he was watching me or not but I hoped he was. I desperately wanted to perform for him while he licked my feet.
I was about to climax when I felt my leg lowering. Before I could lift my head to protest he spoke
What choice did I have. I continued pleasuring myself while waiting for what he had in store.
I felt my foot rest on his lap as the other felt him shift and lower his zipper.
“Yes – here we go” I thought to myself.
Within moments both my feet were sandwiching his shaft as he guided them up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
I could feel the strength in his hands as he held my ankles tightly. His breathing had changed, he was fully immersed in this now. I wanted desperately to see his face and watch as he pleasured himself with my feet.
Slowly my head came forward and the blood began to rush back to my head. As my eyes cleared I saw him staring at me intently. His eyes burning with passion as his hands continued to move faster and faster up and down his cock.
I tore my eyes from his to look down. Adding the image to the sensation I was feeling, my black stocking feet were devouring his long, hard cock on each stroke. The pre cum was flowing out of him and down on to my arches, though my feet were moving too quickly for me to see the details.
My pussy was on fire as my head spun. I was so aroused I wasn’t thinking straight, but I didn’t care. My mouth began to speak.
“I want you inside of me” I heard myself say.
He just continued to stare, jerking himself off with my feet.
His lack of response made me even hotter. I could feel myself losing control. “Please” I begged. “Please, please fuck me.”
I felt his hands grip me tightly as he stocked himself a few last times before quickly pushing my feet to the floor.
He stood quickly, not giving me any time to react. He took my hand and had me stand, turn and sit down on the edge of the table. I knew it was finally time. I laid myself back and opened my legs wide. I felt him forcefully pull my panties to the side before feeling the tip of his cock press against me.
“Oh god” I mumbled, half consciously. My eyes rolled back and closed, wanting to simple feel the experience.
He pressed himself in slowly, an inch, if that, before taking my legs and positioning them up in the air.
With my stocking legs spread wide open for him, I felt him slowly begin pressing inside of me. Inch by inch he sunk deeper and deeper into my sex. I stretched to accommodate him. Feeling him move deeper until his body pressed against mine. I let out a moan as he paused, fully inside me. He moved my legs, I felt his lips against my calf. His other hand stroking my leg up and down.
His body began to move. He was fucking me. Finally. The man that I had wanted for so long now was inside of me, pressing deep against me and pleasuring me as he enjoyed my stocking legs.
I could feel he was close, the build up after all had been intense. I looked up to see his tongue gently skidding up my stocking foot. It may have been the hottest thing I had ever seen.
I lowered my hand to my clit and began rubbing myself. It was going to be quick for me as well.
“I… Want you… to cum on my…. Stockings… “ I managed between thrusts.
I saw him nod in agreement, his face indicating it would not be long now.
I could feel myself at the brink of my own climax bit was determined to wait for him.
Luckily for me I didn’t have to wait long. I felt my legs lowering and him pulling away from me. I did my best to help by turning on the table and positioning my legs for what was coming.
I lifted my head to watch. My fingers now frantically rubbing myself past the point of no return. Just as my orgasm began, I saw the thick streams of white cum fall against the black material of my stockings. Stream after stream coated me, though I did not see as my head had fallen back when my own body continued to shudder in ecstasy.
It was several moments before I lifted my head to look at him. His cock had softened slightly as it gently rubbed the cum into my stocking leg.
I smiled at him. “Did you enjoy that?”
“I did, yes.”
“Good” I responded. “I had a feeling you would.”
“You know…” he started. I looked up to see a smile crossing his face.
“…accessing files on a computer leaves a time stamp. As does your access to the alarm code for the office. Looks like you stayed quite late that night you took my personal files, you must have enjoyed what you read…”
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>>> written by a female friend of mine
I figured I would submit this experience as I had no idea that erotic stories were so prevalent on the web. Then I was talking with you and with your blog…
I am a female in my late 20s. I consider myself to be attractive. I eat very well and run or work out daily. I have an office job that is typical. A normal life
My adventure begun when a coworker was on vacation. James seemed like a nice enough guy. He was married with a kid. Good looking, well built. The kind of guy I would probably makeout with if drunk at a Christmas party – if he weren’t married of course
As it turned out, he had an Aunt pass away and was granted 3 days leave to travel for the memorial. It was a very busy time of year within our organization, but as another coworker put it, “you cant control when old people will die”.
The 2nd day he was away, the full blown crisis hit and a rather significant financial report became corrupt. We came to the consensus that the original must be on James’ computer. Thinking nothing of it, I made my way to his work area to begin my search for the original and was surprised to find the PC protected by a password. I wasn’t aware of any others in the office with passwords but given the responsibilities James had, I guessed it seemed appropriate.
The password delayed things further but within an hour we had tracked him down and I called him.
It seemed strange that he was so reluctant to provide me his password, instead trying for at least 15 minutes to repair the corrupted file while on the phone. Eventually, he begun to understand his original was the only option and I sensed he knew not providing the password would raise more questions. Finally, I gave him my word I wouldn’t ‘screw up his PC’ and it would be just me that would retrieve it. He finally spelt out the obscure series of numbers and letter I needed and I was looking at his well organized desktop.
By this point I found it amusing. He was now more than willing to help direct me quickly and efficiently to the appropriate folder. I found the file and he requested numerous times for me to properly ‘lock’ his machine before leaving it. I did and with that, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Unfortunately for him, my curiosity had been peaked.
Despite being an attractive, young female, I’m not an idiot. I know the things that boys do on computers and could only assume James didn’t want anyone to know what he had been up to. Then again, maybe it was something else.
Looking back, if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have cared. In fact, if it had been some of the men in the office I would have tried my best to forget about it. But with James… curiosity was getting the better of me. What was he hiding?
I waited until 5 when nearly everyone had left. I made my way back to his desk and sat down in his chair. The soft leather cradled me as I felt a spark of excitement building deep down. I was intrigued by what I might find or learn about him. He was married, maybe he was having an affair. Maybe it was just porn. but then what type?… what smut did he like looking at… what did a guy like James get off to?
I looked around. The office was quiet. I could feel my heart racing. I knew this was very wrong, on many levels, but I had to know.
It took me a few tries to remember his password exactly but I’m blessed with a memory for that sort of thing, despite it complexity.
Again, I found myself staring at his neatly organized desktop. The first several minutes turned up nothing. In fact, it made him seem rather boring. His My Documents folder was practically empty as was his internet browsing history and recent documents. Maybe a bit too clean? He was definitely nervous to allow me access so there must be something. I started to get creative.
A search for the typical sexual related words and file sizes turned up nothing. Then a search for files modified with the last few days seemed to reveal more.
A series of zipped folders with passwords were tucked away in an obscure directory. “Got him!” – I thought to myself.
A quick copy and past to the network and I was back at the comfort of my own desk, searching out password recovery programs.
I’m am often amazed at the ease at which one can bypass a password. Apparently James was not as knowledgeable. He should have known better!
I knew what I was expecting, or rather, ‘hoping’ to find And at this point I can be honest with myself and say why… I had a bit of a thing for him. He was a good looking man. Athletic. Attractive. But given his marital situation (and not being a home wrecker) I would never have acted on my desires. That is, until I began to read a document titled with my name…
A range of emotions pass through me as my eyes darted through the document. Initially I felt sickened and furious, but I was aware of a strange feeling… my reaction was not really ‘me’. It was what I thought I should feel. IN reality, I was flattered, even a little excited.
I read on and learnt of an apparent ‘fictional’ character that just happened to share my exact name and physical attributes. This woman teased and taunted a married office worked named Jim. She would purposely bend over and flash her stocking tops at him, secretly wanting him to fuck her after everyone else had gone home. Skipping down a number of pages, the content became very explicit. I was a little shocked, yet incredibly interested to see myself portrayed in such a way. I couldn’t turn away.
40 minutes and several files later, I found a story which featured me begging Jim for my job after he found me looking at porn. The irony made me laugh out loud. I looked around but I was now the only one left in the office.
I continued reading to learn that I was willing to do “anything” to keep my job and subsequently knelt down in front of him and begun sucking his self-proclaimed “mammoth dick”.
It wasn’t so much his portraying me a slut or idiot that frustrated me, rather that he was having these types of fantasies while I stayed at arms length given his marital status. Not that I was willing to do everything he had thought of, there were days I would have loved to sucked him off in the bathroom, mammoth dick or not. But he was married,,, and I had always seen that as a definite no-fly zone.
I continued to scan through document after document. Various coworkers – named and described in detail – performed a variety of explicit sexual activities. A few trends became quickly evident. 1) I seemed to be a main character (having been with nearly every other young woman in the office as well as the coffee shop barista across the street) and 2) James had an apparent fetish for stockings.
I did wear skirts about ½ the time but I never wore stockings. I didn’t know any women that actually did wear them to work, especially in this office.
I noticed my work outfits were described in surprisingly accurate detail… except for the underwear that I donned underneath. Where I wore simple cotton panties and nylons, James seemed to think (or wish) I adorned garter belts, stockings and sheer and lace g-strings. Not that I didn’t possess more exciting lingerie, but again, I didn’t tend to wear them to work.
Im not quite sure when my “anger” towards James and the situation dissipated but it was nearly 7pm when I found myself rather “in” to a particular story where the roles had been reversed. James had Christine (the receptionist) and me standing above him, in full control and sexually tormenting him with our stocking clad legs and feet. I had been reading for a few hours now and I noticed I was getting excited more and more often.
Looking back, it seemed to happen subconsciously – a quick look around to ensure I was still alone and I slipped my hand down my pants and felt the moisture that had mounted since beginning the story. I continued, glued to the story, gently touching myself as I read on.
Christine and I would take turns kissing each other and rubbing our feet against James’ face. I felt the waves of excitement tingle through my clit as I began rubbing it harder. Putting a physical sensation to the words of the story describing how I lowered my throbbing pussy down on to his face.
By the time I reached the actual fucking in the story my finger was sliding in and out of my now very-wet slit.
He chose to fuck me first (which seemed most common) while I went down on a very passive Christine.
I slid my finger deep into my pussy and closed my eyes for a moment, picturing the situation as he described it. My legs began to tingle as my climax neared. It was surprising to me as it often took actual sex to get me off. I struggled with logical reason, knowing I should stop yet being incapable of pulling my finger from my now soaking vagina. I pushed it as deep as I could and held it, imagining him puling my hips tight to his as he orgasmed inside me.
I nearly fell off my chair as I came – I instantly became aware I had left out a rather loud moan during my trance and tried desperately to recover. Slowly my senses came back to me and I looked back at the screen – my name jumping out at me from the glowing text.
Still clouded from my climax, I began to assess my options but stopped myself as I realized the obvious. I first needed to copy the stories and leave absolutely no trace that I had seen or read them.
15 minutes later, the entire collection was stored on a USB drive and I was locking the office door on my way home
That night was an exhausting one. I lost count of how many times I came while reading about my apparently unquenchable need to fuck. I had masturbated to the thought of fucking and being fucked by other women… to being tied down and dominated and flogged, to being fucked in the ass, the tits, the feet, and along the top of my stocking tops. Topics that at any other time would have made me very uncomfortable, for some reason now I was purposely picturing in my own head and used to the scenes to reach climax.
It was sometime after 3AM when I finally passed out, vibrators spread around me on my bed and my laptop thrown aside. I drifted off to sleep as I imagined him on top of me, fucking me hard as I was held down.
To be cont…
you move back slightly onto the bed, extending your leg straight out, your pretty, pedicured toes pointed straight out in front of you, completing the shape of your perfect, long legs
it’s clear to me what you want. I begin to make my way up kissing, licking, worshiping you
holding your left leg in my hands, kissing my way along your calf and shin, gently rubbing my lips along your knee, moving closer, your right foot drops into my lap and feels the bulge in my pants
I pause, feeling your foot against me. my head, spinning. I close my eyes and melt into the sensation.
but you have other ideas. your legs begin to part, I feel your hand on my head, gently encouraging me onward. I open my eyes and I am rewarding with an unobstructed view all the way up your skirt. A thin layer of black sheer material leaves little to my imagination. my eyes fixed on you, my lips continue to climb your stocking legs.
I move further until your calf begins to slide down my back, you take this opportunity to wrap your leg around me, pulling me deeper between your legs.
you slide forward slightly, your dress rides up you legs even higher leaving only your hips covered. my hands express my lustful desires as they grip and massage the bare skin just above your thighs
your hands wrapped through my hair, pulling my head forward and back, directing my mouth to your enjoyment. my lips are against the bare skin of your upper thighs, I can feel the warmth radiate from your sex, as if it were begging me to attend to it
you slide forward, your legs now wide open before me, you hands on my head, firmly holding me less than an inch from your panties i am breathing deeply, taking your scent in,
my mind a rush of lust and desire, I awaiting your direction, hoping it will be one of service…
your words are a blur but I understand their direction… I extend my tongue, you move my head slightly closer until I make contact. i gently move up and down, tasting your wetness, pressing myself through the thin material in an attempt to satisfy you
but without warning you push me back. my stomach twists as you snap your stocking legs shut – to be so close and have it ripped from me…
i look up at you – your smile is both playful and reassuring… it tells me I will have every opportunity to service you and to not worry, yet reminds me you are firmly in control. The next words from your mouth reiterate that point “take out your cock”
I do as you instruct. The precum has soaked through my pants leaving a large wet mark. You smile in approval as you watch me struggle to pull my pants around thee fully erect shaft.
And there I find myself, on my knees before 2 beautiful stocking legs… my cock cradled in my left hand as i stroke it slowly,,, my eyes watching in wonder as you again begin to spread your legs,,, this time moving your hand between your thighs, your fingers gently rubbing your clit, the moisture beginning to saturate your panties and cause your finger to glisten
I begin to become restless. My desires becoming more than I can control. you clearly sense my wants and decide to entertain me… your fingers part with your crotch as your index fingers ‘calls’ me towards it.
I eagerly return between your legs and you reward my attentiveness with your finger. I take it into my mouth and suck your juices from it, rolling my tongue around and around, savoring your taste
you slip your finger in and out of my mouth several times before using it trail a line up and along your silky smooth thighs to the edge of your panties. Slowly, you take grip and slide them to the side,
your sex, glistening with your excitement is presented to me. I look up at you for permission, it is granted. I drop down and place my tongue against you….
and That is when the real fun begins.
I will email you the room number.
you will be outside, in your car, gently stroking inside of your thighs, awaiting my message.
you take a moment, one last look at yourself in the rear-view mirror, one last deep breath, before you extend one leg, then the other out the vehicle door.
the clicking of your heels across the marble floor. the front desk staff watch as you proceed directly to the elevator. you Are noticeable after all. beautiful long legs encased in black stockings extend from the bottom of your trench coat, you command the eyes and desires of every man in the lobby. but what’s new.
your ride up the elevator is shared with another young couple. He is clearly checking you out. She seems to be as well. they exit on the 3rd floor, he takes one last glace back at your legs while the door closes.. you continue up towards me.
now down the hall. the room numbers ascending. each step bringing you closer and closer. your heart pounding, the excitement in your stomach extends down between your legs… it drives you forward to the room.
you arrive to find the door ajar. One last hesitation… your last change to walk away. but you feel your arm gently push the door open instead.
the room is darker than the hallway. only a bit of the midday sun shines through the drawn curtains.
you instantly see my figure. i am on my knees in front of the king size bed, waiting for you.
all at once your nervousness dissipates. I am yours, you are in control. what had been excited anticipation has almost instantly turned to lustful desire and curiosity… you want to experience my self-professed infatuation with your stocking legs
I look directly at you to see a knowing smile cross your face. You wait until my eyes meet yours, until I am clearly paying attention, before undoing your jacket and letting it slip off your shoulders.
I am presented with the image of your beautiful body encased in a tight fitting black dress. black stockings and black heels complete the outfit
you watch my eyes make their way down fro m your eyes, down your neck, your breasts and hips, to your legs where they remain fixated.
“do you like?” you ask playfully.
“yes” my voice is shaky as I answer you.
you feel your position over me strengthen. A flood of sensual images floods your brain as you see flashes of all the possibilities and debauchery that the next several hours may include.
You feel the tingle between your legs but remind yourself to play your part. you will draw it out, as much as you may want it, you know I want it even more.
with that, you begin to walk towards me. stopping directly beside me. my face turned down to look directly at your legs.
“tell me what you like” you continue.
“I…ummmm” i stammer.
i reach out to gently touch your stocking calf.
you consider pulling back and slapping my hand away, correcting me for touching without asking, but the soft touch of my hand excited you
there you stand,,, in the hotel room, both my hands now massaging your left calf. you are well aware this is the first step down a very slippery slope. you should not be there, dressed as you are, allowing me to touch you… yet amidst all these thoughts, you feel your eyes close and body relax, enjoying the sensation of my exploring hands.
My mind has all but shut off. I feel the hardness of my cock press against my pants as I take liberty to expand my exploration of your stocking legs. down to your ankles, up, just below the top if your skirt. I know you are wearing stockings for me, I want nothing more than to slide my hands up your skirt and feel for myself, yet I want to prolong the inevitable unwrapping and enjoy every moment of it.
I continue like this for some time until I again regain my senses. I look up at you, hoping for a look of approval but see you with your eyes closed, your hands cupping your breasts through your dress gently massaging them. I am encouraged on.
I draw back slightly. lower myself down and gently press my lips against the sheer black material covering the top of your right foot. A deep inhale of the aroma and I am left to fight every urge to reach for my cock. I am in heaven at your feet and I do my best to kiss each and every inch of stocking covered skin.
i move to the other foot and repeat every detail. tracing the border of heel and stocking, I am meticulous with my worship of your foot.
you feel me begin to make my way up towards your left ankle and you stop me.
“you missed some” you remark, matter-of-factly
I pull back to look at you, fearful I have done something to disappoint you.
you take the opportunity to move between me and the bed.
you lower yourself to a seated position and proceed to seductively cross your legs, my adoring, almost intoxicated gaze just inches away.
your legs crossed, your left heel now gently hovers a few inches from my face.
“you missed the bottoms” you say with a lustful smile. ”take off my heels and finish properly”
as if in a trance state, I slowly reach for your heel and begin to slip it off.
you look on, both excited and entertained by the effect this whole process has on me.
you flex your foot to assist me and feel the cool air come in contact with your skin.
as you fully expect, I waste no time in moving towards you to inhale the fresh odor, my nose pressing between your stocking toes as you wiggle them against my face.
I begin to loose any self consciousness and give in to my desires. my tongue has extended and you feel the warmth of it exploring the bottom of your foot with a flurry of deep breaths, kisses and licks I devour the experience I have waited all this time for. you look on with satisfaction, knowing how much I desire to both experience and please you.
when satisfied, you push my head back, uncross and recross your legs, this time much slower and with even more of a show, then direct me to ” now do the other one”
and with that, I am off to enjoy some amazing dreams. hope you sleep well, too!
to be continued…
Interested to know if anyone has ever purchased stockings/ panties from someone? I’m not really the type to do so, but I recently saw an ad on CL and I figured I would take a closer look. To be honest, I am intrigued. She’ll wear them to our meeting, strip them off in the bathroom and give them to me right then and there.
If you can get over the money exchange part (which really is surprisingly quite reasonable), it’s rather exciting to think about being out in public and spotting a young woman in stockings, striking up a conversation with her, then having her excuse herself, only to return to hand you her stockings. …you watch her bare legs walk away and you’re left with her warm leg coverings in your hand.
Again, not really the type to do this sort of thing (think most of us leg/stocking lovers are a little less bold), but why not…