Distracting Worker

This is part two of a planned 3-part series. While there is an order, this and part 1 (Distracted Worker) can be read in any order. They are the same story, told from the differing perspectives of the two primary characters.

I notice you looking at me as I walk through the building. Or at least, you seem to be looking at me. People staring at me is not new, but you seem almost amateurish in trying to hide it. It takes a few times to suspect you are looking at my legs. Something else that is common when I wear pantyhose. At today's afternoon meeting, I strategically sit so my legs and skirt are facing you several times. That confirms my suspicion.

At first, I find it a bit cute. As the day continues after that meeting, I find myself growing aroused by the thought of you admiring me. You seem different than the others. I stay late after everyone leaves to distract myself and somehow end up at your desk, masturbating. It does not take as long as normal to get myself off. I sit there letting myself ooze through my pantyhose onto your chair when the idea comes to me. I go home and remove my pantyhose, laying them down to dry on the back of the couch. I grab a baggie and write a note before going to bed.

In the morning, I dress for visiting work sites. I once made the mistake of going in slacks and a blouse. It took two trips through a dry cleaner to get the outfit clean. But I want to tease you so I decide to wear pantyhose under my jeans. They make me feel sexy even when not plainly visible and it has a strangely excitable sensation down there. Arriving to work early, I drop the baggie at your desk and proceed through the day. I remove my shoes during the meeting you attend. Yep, you notice. Teasing you is turning me on. I can't leave clothing every day, so I take a photo at home to give you instead.

The next day has me in meetings and I dress to see if bare legs would elicit a glance, but never get the chance to find out. You notice my legs the next day though. Others notice my ass in the pencil skirt, but you are my focus. I force a trivial meeting just to see you. I can tell you are watching even though you try to remain out of sight.

Over the weekend, I think about my plan some more. Enough thoughts have crossed through my mind by now to know that I want you carnally. How long before you become bold enough to approach me? Would stockings help? Will you report me for harassment?

I put on some stockings Monday morning, wearing a dress that can rise up enough to show a hint of the lace tops if I move right. This time, I make an attempt to talk to you to see if you will take the bait. You don't. After work, I go to your desk and frigg myself with my nylons until the end of one stocking is soaked. I put it in a baggie and take it home. I repeat the act once more before bed. I plan to do it again when I wake up. Hopefully they will stay damp until you open them. I fall asleep smiling as I imagine you sniffing them.

I still wonder if my teasing is turning you on or if you have already filed a complaint. That I have not heard anything yet is a good sign, but not a guarantee. I start feeling better when a second week passes without any questions. I decide another article of clothing is due, so I give you a pair of white pantyhose. A little more innocent looking than the first pair, but still tinged with the fruits of my pleasure. Have you ever noticed the spots I leave on your chair? How about the one on your desk? Is your nose sensitive enough to smell me?

The next week brings a great chance to flirt at the staff Halloween party. I approach you and we even laugh at some jokes that Stan walks around telling everyone. My drunk self is horny as fuck and my pussy is losing patience with waiting. Not once do you say a word to me about the gifts as we talk. Once, I feel goosebumps as I lightly touch your arm. The next day, I leave the fishnets I wore to the party. I last another week.

Today, I go to work wearing my favorite bodystocking under my clothes. I am wet before lunch and going without underwear means frequently checking myself for a spot on my skirt. I notice you walking past my office several times. Did you notice my hand between my legs the third time you pass? You seem almost disappointed that I am actually working when you stop to drop off paperwork on your fourth pass just a few minutes later.

At home, I quickly locate my cheap camera and set it up to film. I strip out of my work clothes as sensually as possible before walking up to the camera and teasing you. I find an empty flash drive and load all of the pictures I have given you and the video. It goes in a large bag with the bodystocking. Will this finally encourage you to approach me?

I place it on your desk in the morning and wait. I never see you all day. I then learn that you are taking the next day off for being "sick." I grow suspicious. You have only taken one sick day in five years and you take one the day after I leave the bodystocking? Or is it the video that got you? An idea comes to mind. A little bit of research locates the information I need and I head to your house to surprise you. You are not home, but by sheer luck I find an unlocked door. Some searching around locates the bodystocking at a desk, the flash drive plugged into a computer. I pocket the flash drive and grab the outfit. Changing into it, I spend my time exploring. Will you notice the panties on your bed are wet?

Eventually, I hear a garage door. I rush back to the living room and set the camera I brought to record before sitting on the couch. My pussy grows wet with anticipation. The door opens and I can hear you walk in. Then you see me. The look on your face is a mix of shock and excitement.

I give my best serious face when I say "We have a problem."

No need to play anymore. I become direct about my desires and leave little time for your brain to second-guess what is happening. Your pussy tastes as pleasurable as I had hoped. Everyone always talks about how radiant you appear, and the time it must take to get ready. It would seem your self-care habits extend throughout your body.

After getting a sample, I pull you to the couch and use the double dildo I bought to help you fuck me. The tingling from head to toe as you suck on my nylon-encased breasts is an amazing sensation. My nipples have always been sensitive to stimulation. Bouncing on your lap, I feel my body approaching a climax. Suddenly, I cry out and slump over in orgasmic bliss. You mention being left unfinished when I ask about you. Tonight, I am okay leaving you unsatisfied. I stand up and walk to my clothes. Satisfaction will come later. I promise.

I hand you the dildo to play with and change into my regular clothes. Grabbing my things, I leave you on the couch with my bodystocking, poised to lick the end of the dildo that was inside me. I try to leave you imagining what will come next.

Once I am home, I dig out the camera I set up. Did you even notice it? Popping out the SD card, I pull up the video on my computer, then project it on my TV. I change into a silk nightie and basic nude pantyhose, set up the camera again to record the room, then settle onto my couch and press play.

The look on your face upon seeing me is a perfect mixture of shock and excitement. I pause and rewind, turning to the camera and saying "I love this look," right before hitting play. At about the moment I begin to touch your pussy, my left hand finds its way inside my pantyhose. I am still wet. I play with my breasts with my right hand, teasing my nipples in a way I know will work me up faster. The combination of silk and nylon against my skin helps. I feel for my clit and begin trying to get myself off again. I aim for bringing myself to orgasm at the same point it happens in the video. I pull my hand out and lick my fingers before reaching down to continue. As I mount you in the video, a finger slides inside as my palm applies pressure to the light amount of trimmed hair above my pussy. God, I want you to play with my breasts again. I imagine teaching you how to bring me to orgasm faster. I speed up my motions when I see myself flip around on you. An orgasm is close, but not fast enough. It finally comes after I sit up from the orgasm in the video.

Once it subsides, I get up and go to the camera. "Your turn next," I say before ending the video. Loading up the flash drive, I go to bed.

The next morning, I get to work planning on leaving only the flash drive. Standing at your desk, I remove my lace panties and write a note. I barely see you all day, but that hardly matters. Your orgasm will come tonight. And did you think I would not notice the black pantyhose you wore. I see a recognizable snag by the ankle. Could they really be my pair? The thought makes me wet again. It feels like the day is taking forever to end.

I pull into a corner of the staff lot after work. After covering up in a long coat I carefully remove my skirt and blouse. Once they are off, I get the coat properly on. Getting back into the driver's seat, I make sure the coat is closed before taking off. The drive to your house also seems to take forever.

After arriving, I press the doorbell button and wait. That it is a little cold out gives me the perfect excuse for the long coat. When you answer, I open the coat to reveal the lingerie I wore just for you. "Your turn." With a smile, you let me in.