I have been posting on other sites, but none are stocking focused.  I know, right?  What is wrong with all these other people.

So – if you have intersted in reading more of my work, please leave me a somewhat real sounding comment or drop me a note – stockingstories –  over at gmail

thanks everyone.

Or perhaps its the fact that with the warmer early fall days, some of these women may actually opt for stockings over nylons.  Cooler, easier, sexier – why not?  Silly women.

Ah, to find a woman in stockings, have her lift her dress up around her waist, slide her hand down her panties as I watched.   I would gladly drop to my knees,  kiss and caress every inch of her legs on my way up to her wetness.   Yes, for me, stockings are the ultimate turn on.

So here I am, back to it.  I intend to finish a few works I have been playing with.  maybe discuss some of the movies I have been enjoying.  and if the opportunity should present itself, direct some of my photography efforts to the admiration and appreciation of stocking clad legs and feet.

If you have been here in the past, thanks for stopping by.  Im sure you have been a few times since and noticed the site was not changing.   Please, if I may ask a favor:  pester me.  I do get and read the comments.  Encourage me and get me committing my time to this very enjoyable endeavorer.

and for those that have asked about purchasing my work – I will get back to you as I get going here.  My plan, to create photosets customized for the stories and combine the two in a e-book format.  Do what you love, right?

until next post…

I pictured her standing before me, stroking those longs, stocking legs while I looked on. She must have known the effect she had on me when she wore those stockings and heels. Just the way she would cross and uncross her legs at her desk, directly across from me – and today she seemed to be especially fidgety.

I stretched back, ample room in this particular stalls. The bathroom was recently renovated and posh to say the least. Although not my preference, the firm had decided that a single, coed bathroom was more “trendy”. I hated the lack of privacy but on the other hand, ironically, the soft lights and rich colors of the decor set the perfect mood for enjoying some ‘personal’ time.

I had just gotten into a grove when I heard the bathroom door open.

I slowed for a moment, my ears straining to asses the situation.

Click, click, click. The unmistakable sound of a woman’s heels on the slate floor.
Fuck – I thought to myself.

The clicking grew louder and louder as the mystery woman approached my personal hideaway.

Normally people see the one stall in use and courteously move to the other area. Normally, that is. Unfortunately today, this individual walked into the stall next to mine and closed and locked the door shut.

Why anyone would use the stall adjacent to another in use, I will never understand but at that point, I was sexually frustrated and getting more pissed off by the second.

I sat motionless, waiting. But there was no sound from beside me.

For the love of God – I screamed in my head. Either go or don’t but do something. I sat still for another few moments. Still nothing

I was starting to soften up and I knew the ball wrenching pain of needing to relieve myself and not going through with it.

Some shuffling next door gave me the opportunity to lean forward and peek at the shoes next to me. The familiar black heels and stockings came into view and my heart began to race – it was her.

I slowly, and silently sat up – attempting not to make any noise at all.

Did she know it was me in here? What if she had put it all together – the days she wore that outfit I would head off to the bathroom an unusual number of times.

No – I tried to calm myself down. I was being ridiculous. She, like everyone else, needed to use the bathroom. But then why was it so quiet? What if she did know? Would she tell anyone else? What would happen if they found out I was relieving myself at work?

I debated on my best course of action but decided to wait her out. If questioned, I would say i had an upset stomach – no more justification needed. Sure…

I sat back. My now limp dick sitting against my pants. I waited for another few moments – still no noise. Was she ok? I leaned forward again to look.

“Do you need something, Mark?” he voice broke the silence.

I immediately sat up – my heart beating through my ears.

“umm – no – im sorry?”

“Where you going to ask me something?” she spoke again.

“No. No – just making sure you’re okay over there. It was just a little quiet.”

She said nothing.

Silence again filled the room. I was caught and I needed to escape. Quickly working through my options, I decided flushing and leaving was all I had, and then, like a dream, a stocking clad ankle and foot slid just under the stall divider.

“Do me a favor?” she started.

I stared at the beautiful ankle for a moment, unsure if I had become delirious from the situation and was now hallucinating. I didn’t respond.

“Can you reach my ankle?” she finished.

“Umm – yeah – i think.” Was all I was able to manage.

“Could you scratch the outside of it for me?”

My heart rate instantly quickened – “Ummm. yeah, sure – “

I reached down – pausing just above her foot before my fingers touched the soft material.

I lightly moved my finger back and forth against the top of her foot. “Here?”

“Mmmm Yes Thanks – that’s exactly the spot.”

I gave it another couple scratches and pulled away.

“Oh- just a little more – – keep going. that was great.”

I reached back and continued, telling myself there was no way this was actually happening.

“A little lower, too.”

i moved down – now more to the center of her foot.

“Yeah, and just a little lower” – i continued down until I was at the edge of her shoe.

“yes, almost there, just a little bit lower. That itch is driving me crazy”

“I um…” I couldn’t go any lower, that is unless she wanted me to…

“Just pull my shoe off a bit”

My head spun with excitement as I turned slightly, repositioning myself so i had a better angle. I moved my hand to the back of her foot and gently pulled down on her heel. She flexed her foot, allowing he shoe to slip off and then hang, dangling off her toes. I instantly felt the warmth of her foot and noticed the unmistakable smell of nylon and leather.

I scratched the top of her foot, just below where i had left off. She flexed her toes, the shoe dropped to the floor with a click – her whole foot was now exposed – her toes wiggled and stretched, enjoying the cool air and freedom. The red polish of her toenails was vibrant through the dark material.

I continued lower – and lower until i was just above her toes.

“How is that?” i asked.

“fantastic. you have great hands”.

I took her comment as meaning she was satisfied and I reluctantly began to sit up – never taking my eyes off the beautiful foot staring back at me.

“I don’t mean to impose…” she started

“No problem” – i interrupted, eager for her to ask for anything else.

“…would you mind pulling the end of my stocking down just a little. My toes feel like they are cramping” – She gave her toes a seductive wiggle.

“Of course” – I reached down and gently gripped the end of her stockings – her toes continued to wiggle, teasing me as I tried to be gently with the delicate thin material. She continued to wiggle so I played back, giving all five digits a light squeeze as I gripped her stocking. She stopped moving and I pulled the stocking down a few inches and gently brought it back, resting it in its new position. Her toes wiggled in approval.

“Thanks so much “

I was entranced with her foot now – fully turned on I reached out to massage her toes without invitation.

“Hows that” I asked.

“mmmm – that’s great!”

I continued. What started as just her toes gradually became the arch and ball of her foot.

The whole time she said nothing. I thought I heard the odd moan as i moved to a new position but my head was foggy and I couldn’t be sure.

I slowly worked my way up and back down her foot – not wanting to overstay my welcome but wanting to enjoy every bit of her foot.

I felt her move slightly and not wanting to ruin the mood should I have done anything too inappropriate, I pulled away.

“Wow – that was great.” She sighed.

“Thanks” – I looked down at her foot. I would have given anything to continue servicing her.

“I can only imagine how good you are with two hands.” she added.

Was that an invitation or just a statement? Given my state of mind, I wasn’t prepared to lose my chance. I took it as a invitation and slipped off the toilet and kneeled beside her foot.

Taking her stocking foot with both hands, i started to lovingly stroke and massage it.

“oh god yes” – she strained to extend her leg under the partition as far as possible. Her foot turned slightly to face me more directly. Her position brought her left foot toward me, it was now resting just under the stall divider as well.

I worked my way up her ankle and then back down to the ends of her toes, giving each one ample attention before moving on.

Overwhelmed by the situation, partly from my euphoric state and partly from the physical necessity to reach climax, I raised her foot as high as I could to massage the bottom. Her leg was just touching the underside of the stall partition. I knew she couldn’t see my head so I leaned over until my nose was only an inch from her toes. Taking a deep breath, I took in the smell of her gorgeous feet. A part of me felt uncomfortable about taking advantage of her like this but I so desperately needed to smell her. The scent was instantly addicting. I found I couldn’t breath deep enough. I couldn’t get enough of the wonderful aroma.

My dick aching, my head spinning, it became too much and I lowered my mouth to her foot, brushing her toes against my lips. The silky smooth texture of her stockings slid effortlessly across my lips. Her toes moving back and forth under my nose, I tried my best to control my exhale but could feel the warmth of my breath against her.

She didn’t protest. In fact, I was certain I had heard another soft moan from her. The encouragement pushed me on to become more bold until her foot was moving across my nose and chin, checks and mouth.

Fully engrossed in the situation, my left hand fell away from her foot and headed straight for my throbbing dick.

She sensed my movement and i felt her pull her leg down. A shot of fear went though me – she’s done? Had I scared her off? Maybe she though I was going to press my dick against her – not that I didn’t think about it.

I watched her stocking foot drop to the floor and I sat in silence as she repositioned herself so both feet were under the divider.

“Use one hand on each foot”. Was all she said.

A little frustrated, I let go of my dick and did as she asked. I picked up the other foot and slid her shoe off. I raised it up to take advantage of the fresh, potent smell. I rubbed her warm toes against my nose, attempting to imprint the smell on my face to enjoy later.

I moved back and forth between her feet for at least 5 minutes until my dick was crying for attention.

Gently placing her right foot on the floor, my hand again found my dick while I lowered my mouth to her foot. I pulled her big toe into my mouth and didn’t move any further. I had hoped she would understand and take the tradeoff of hands for my mouth. I got my answer as I felt her stretch towards me. My tongue, waiting patiently, made contact – gently touching and rolling over her toe in my mouth.

Slowly, I made my way down the line – gently loving each digit with my mouth and tongue.

Enjoying myself tremendously, I was steadily becoming aware of the uncomfortable position my body had contorted into. I gave the middle toe I was working on one last kiss and sat back, attempted to reposition myself. Moving quick so as to not ruin the mood, I planted my elbows on the floor and stretched my legs out behind me. The new position gave me unrestricted access to the bottoms of her feet. I nuzzled my nose in between her arches – playfully rubbing my face against her soles until she informed me that she had something else in mind.

“Close you eyes and roll onto your back.”

As much as I was enjoying my new vantage point, I was intrigued and did as she requested. Closing my eyes, I rolled over on my back.

Having a good idea what she was planning, I slowly slid my body toward her- my head now positioned just under her side of the divider.

I didn’t have to wait long. Her feet pressed against my face – one foot directly over my eyes, the other began moving up and down my face and neck. It was absolutely wonderful. I laid still as she moved her feet around my face. A few times she parted my lips with her toes and dipped them in to my mouth and I gladly sucked on them until she pulled away and continued massaging me.

I felt her feet slide down to my neck and then fall off to the side of me. I didn’t dare open my eyes until I felt her moving above me. Sneaking a peek through a cracked eyelid, everything was blurred as I adjusted to the bring light shining down from above.

My vision restored slightly to see her standing above me and turning around. Her skirt was up around her waist exposing her stockings and garter belt. I strained to see more, amazed she had been wearing stocking under that sexy outfit the entire time.

My vision continued to clear as she began to lower herself towards me, her black panties pulled to the side of her shaved pussy. My eyes continued to gain focus only to have body pressed against my face, my mouth now against her very wet slit. She wasted little time and started moving back and forth against my face. My nose and chin massaging her most private areas as she gripped my hair and held my head in the perfect position

Instinctively my tongue pressed into her and began licking, doing all it could to help her get off.

She was very wet and my face was instantly covered in her. The smell of nylon had been dramatically overtaken by her scent as her juices covered my face.

She lifted up a few times to reposition herself on me. I strained to catch a glimpse of her stocking clad legs and bare upper things, noticing her stockings had thick bands of lace where they met her garter belt.

Until that moment, my hands had remained on my side of the divider, but as she became less inhibited, I too needed and wanted to experience more.

Sliding my hand up, I rubbed and massaged her ass as my tongue slipped in and out of her. She moaned in delight from the additional stimulation. I ran my hands down her backside and up across her thighs. I made my way up and down her stocking legs a few more times before settling in on the lacey tops at her thighs. Using her as leverage, I pulled her body down towards me and pressed my tongue deep inside her.

“Oh yes” she cried in approval

Again feeling my own needs grow, I was forced to drop one hand back down to my cock. She instantly felt the lack of attention and began to move.

“I’ll do that” – she said as she stood up and turned around, now facing my feet. “Slide forward a bit more.”

I gripped the divider wall and slid further into her stall. She backed up and again lowered her self down on me – this time, with her asshole lining up directly with my mouth.

“Keep sucking” – she said as I felt her reach forward and under the divider

I nearly lost control as her hand wrapped tightly around me. She slowly made her way down the shaft, reaching the bottom she gave it a good squeeze. “Mmmm God” I mumbled, my tongue licking her tight asshole.

She moved very slowly – she could tell i was close. “Just a little bit more” – she said – her pelvis was grinding against my face at an increasing speed. Well lubricated from her juices and my saliva, she was now traveling the length of my face with each stroke.

“Okay – god… yes – Yes” she said finally.

She gripped my dick and began stroking it feverishly. Within 2 hard strokes I was spewing cum into the air. Her pussy tightened as she also reached climax. Her thighs quickly tensing and quivering as she momentarily lost control of her body. She continued to stroke me throughout her own orgasm. It was nearly painful as she squeezed and stroked me well past my finale.

Gradually her grip loosened and pace slowed, as did the pace of her grinding against my face. She eventually came to a stop – still holding my dick in her hand. Her pussy lifted off my face slightly. She remained there – motionless for a few moments. Her sex glistening above my face, the strong odor filling the toilet stall. Finally, slowly, she stood, leaving me lying on the floor. Again it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light. As they did i saw her sliding her shoes on and brushing her skirt back down.

She reached over and opened the door and stepped over me to leave. A little taken back I moved quickly to stuff my dick back into my pants before someone else entered. Her heels clicked against eth floor as she made her way to the sinks. “Wasn’t that better than jacking off?” she said as the water started to flow.

I responded with a “Yes” but doubted she could hear it over the running water. I listened to her finish and head towards the door without another word said. With my stall door still closed I took a minute to regain my composure. I cleaned my cum off the divider wall – probably a good thing the divider was there as it looked like it shoot out with some force – and made my way to the sink myself.

I carefully patted my face dry, having no intention of removing too much of her aroma, and made my way back to my desk where I glanced over at her. She was on the phone. I looked down, her legs crossed, one shoe dangling off her toes.

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 (or I) has discovered his little secret.  He did seem especially funny towards me –assessing my reaction to him.  I tried my best to act normally but knowing what I did about how he fantasized about me made it hard.

He did his best not to look my way and I was trying hard to catch him checking me out.

A week passed and things began to return to normal.  I came to the conclusion that he was waiting 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 one 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 it)

Unfortunately 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 wear panties to work on a regular basis, (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 burning cunt.

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 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 heading home just after lunch to showered and dressed for the night’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 pin striped 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 that 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 would 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 the game I was playing unnecessary, but  he behaved himself, as I had expended he would.  Never the less, 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 surprised to see the skin of my upper thigh peek out form under my skirt, the full top of my stocking and garter clasp now is full view.

I would 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 down 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.  In stead 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 probably thinking its like, you know, maybe a bit inappropriate but I promise this will stay between me and you”

I extended my stocking leg out and placed my right foot on top of his thigh.   I watched as he stared at it as if not believing it was happening.

“Just a bit, I sooo need a little foot massage right now.”  I smiled at him, making my desires clear.

This time there was no response.  He sat quietly staring at my foot, my toes wiggling seductively on his leg.

“Just a little bit – just for a minute.”  I gave him the finally nudge he needed.

His hands slowly extended and his cool finders 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 not determined not to let me leave.

I watched him enjoy my body.  I hadn’t ever even considered a man having a foot fetish until reading his stories.  But it was 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 massage 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 cause it to grow in size.

He could tell I was wanting more and he finally look 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 breathed in my scent.  His lips gently touched each of my toes before kissing 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 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

Don’t stop.

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 0 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 head 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 eth 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 in the air, I felt him slowly begin pressing inside of me.  Inch by inch he sunk deeper and deeper into my cunt.  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.  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 eth 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 James pulling away from me.  I did my best to help by turning on the table and positioning my legs for him.

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 tick streams of white cum fall against eth black material of my stockings.  Stream after stream coated me, though my head had fallen back as my own body continued to shudder in ecstasy.

It was several moments before I lifted my head to look at him.  His cock has softened slightly as was running the cum into my stocking.

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 writing, you must have enjoyed what you read.”

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