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?
