Numbers

Numbers, Part 1

Numbers.

They were my life.

A 3.98 in high school, a 4.0 in my undergraduate degree in computers, and a 4.0 in my masters degree in accounting.

Everything was numbers to me. And now my job as a CPA reflected that. I was a consultant to several large banking firms and traveled extensively throughout the world auditing books, making sure everything was accounted for... for particularly special clients that wanted to make sure their money was safe and make sure it was well hidden within the banks accounting. And I was good at my job.

Having only a few, close family contacts helped me get the job initially, giving my... employers... ample leverage to wield against me if I had any thoughts of double-crossing them. Just a word or two about how much harm they could do to my mom or dad was enough to ensure my loyalty and trustworthiness.

And now, after 15 years in the business, with all of my family members deceased, they thought my loyalty and trustworthiness was completely bought and paid for. And, for the most part, they were right. I was well paid and I had no thoughts of double-crossing anybody.

This particular day, I was sitting in an office at 10pm in Boston, working on an accounting issue for a very large, international bank there. I was busy tapping away on the computer, barely even recognizing the passage of time. If it hadn't been for the security guard coming in every now and then to check on me, I would have probably worked through the night without even eating.

"Still here," the guard said, peeking in through the door.

"Oh, hi... yeah." I looked at my watch. "I guess I should wrap this up. There's always tomorrow," I laughed.

"Well, let me know when you're ready to head out." And he was gone.

I made sure my program was still running on the server and logged out, disconnecting my PC. It was nice to have the computer degree... sometimes doing large comparison sets of data or looking through reams of database files required something a little faster than me, or I'd never get anything done. And having it run overnight would save me a ton of time in this damn desk chair.

I stretched my weary back, packed up, and left the building, preparing to come back in at 8:00am. After a quick taxi ride, I made it back to the hotel ready to settle in. I threw my stuff in my room and realized I still wasn't tired. I needed something to help me unwind. That's how I ended up in the hotel bar, late at night, with only one other patron. Lucky for me she was a looker. And... well... she was a *real* looker.

Of course, the thing that really attracted me to her were her legs. Specifically the damned hosiery she wore. It was like a drug to me. I couldn't help but want to see it and touch it. She sat a few seats down from me at the bar, turned towards me. Her legs were crossed, her shoe dangling and swinging from her foot. Her attention was on the TV news behind the bar, but my attention was definitely on her. Those black stockings were very erotic.

She glanced my way for a moment, smiled to acknowledge me, and then looked back to the TV.

I felt my heart racing when she switched the cross of her legs. I couldn't believe I was feeling this way. I quickly ordered a shot and brought it to my mouth. Unfortunately, my hand was shaking and the damn thing dribbled down my chin. I sputtered and mumbled in embarrassment of being such a klutz and she turned, smiling and laughing a little.

"I wondered who was going to get the dribble glass," she laughed.

I was stunned for a moment, trying to think of what to say. Talking to beautiful women wasn't a strong suit of mine. "It's usually me," I smiled.

"How about I get you another and make sure it's a good one." She motioned for the bartender, who poured a shot for both of us, while she moved to the bar stool next to me. "I'm Jennifer, by the way," she said, extending her delicate hand.

"Larry." I shook her hand, noting it's softness.

"You here on business, Larry?"

"Yeah, I'm consulting for Boston International Bank for a few weeks."

"Oooh, a big banker," she smiled leaning towards me, her leg brushing up against mine.

"Well," I started and stammered when I felt her leg. "I... I'm more of a... of a... glorified calculator."

"Still, sounds like a good job." Her hand slid down her leg, scratching at her ankle.

I couldn't help myself. I had to look. And I licked my lips excitedly. Her hand came back up and I noticed she was watching me intently, smiling. She leaned in close.

"Call me crazy, but I think you have a thing for legs," she whispered, then pulled back giggling. She slid her leg against mine again and I shuddered. She moved her hand to the hemline of her skirt and pulled it up a little, exposing more of her legs, then stroked the exposed area with her hand. "Silky smooth," she said softly. She grabbed my hand and pulled it onto her leg. "Here, feel it." My breathing was ragged as her hand guided mine to touching her hose-covered thigh and knee. "Feels nice, doesn't it."

"Yes," I mumbled, enraptured, shaking unsteadily.

Her hand pulled away and I started to do the same with mine, but she grabbed it and put it back on her leg. "No need to leave." I looked up at her, surprised, but she smiled and raised her eyebrows, then pulled her hand away again, leaving mine to stroke her leg alone. My fingers traced circles and lines by her knee and on her thigh. She lifted her leg, laying it across my lap and I stroked her calf and foot, utterly and completely enraptured.

"Let me see your phone." She held out her hand as I fished it out and gave it to her. She pressed several buttons in sequence. "So you'll know who I am," she smiled, handing it back, putting it on the bar. She moved her hands back to the hemline of her skirt and lifted it, flashing me, showing me that these were indeed panty hose and that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I could see the outline of her pussy pressed against the thin material, the small patch of hair above it. She giggled at my reaction and then dropped her skirt down again and pulled my hand away. "That should be enough to keep you going," she laughed leaning in to hug me. "Until tomorrow night at least," she whispered, kissing me on the cheek. "I'll be here."

She stood and walked out of the bar, disappearing down the hall of the hotel. I sat utterly stunned. I couldn't believe something like that happened to me. I left and quickly walked to my room where I disrobed and masturbated for the next hour, cumming three times to fantasies of her and her legs.

The next day seemed to last forever. I couldn't wait to get back to the bar that night. I was in town for another week yet and this was turning out to be an incredible trip. I checked my program periodically and saw it hadn't found anything odd yet. But it was only a fifth of the way into the data, so it was going to take some time still.

I didn't want to stay as long at the bank that night, but I knew I wouldn't find her at the bar until 10pm anyway. At about 6:00pm, I got a text message with a picture of some hose-covered legs and just about fell out of my seat. I was instantly hard and couldn't help but touch myself. Luckily I was alone in the office, except for the occasional security guard visit. I opened my pants and masturbated with that image in front of me. Oh god it was so hot. I finished quickly and got cleaned up before going back to work. I made sure to save that image, though.

I got another picture at 7:00, this one a little closer view of the thighs, with just a hint of the treasures above. She were going to absolutely kill me with these. I had to go and do it again. I was moaning as I slid my hand along my manhood envisioning her standing so close I could see what the photo saw. My spray was as bad as the first time. I just got cleaned up in time before the security guard came in.

She tortured me again at 8:00 and 9:00, with pictures that were more and more erotic. A different type of hose in each of them, making my mouth water and my hands shake. Then just after the 9:00 text she told me she'd be wearing the one's she wanted me to see most of all. I couldn't stand it any longer and had to leave work by 9:15, practically running. The cab didn't go fast enough for my tastes and I could imagine the driver was pretty upset with me. But I had to see her.

I slipped into the bar and found several patrons there, but not her. So I took up a booth along the wall and waited. I had a feeling she wasn't going to show, when at 10:00pm she sashayed in. Her smile was huge when she saw me waiting and moved right to me, taking a seat next to me, instead of across the booth.

"Yay, you did show," she said, as if I would have dreamed of standing her up.

"Yeah, I was... enticed." I smiled weakly, still seeing the pictures in my head. Her skirt was about the same length as yesterday but was more lightweight. She was looking ravishingly. Her sheer black hose almost completely dominated my attention, though, and I longed to touch her legs again.

Her hand took mine, set it on her thigh, then left it to move up to lightly play with my hair, leaving me to feel her silky, smooth leg.

"Like the feel?" she asked, giggling when I moaned a yes, my breathing getting more rapid. "I have more exciting things if you'd like. I was hoping we could go up to your room to finish our drinks."

I gulped, knowing that if she got me in private there was no telling what I would do to her. I doubted I could control myself. But my body completely overruled my head and I found myself moving out of the booth with her and going to the elevators, hand in hand. When we were alone in the elevator she moved my hand to her ass, telling me to stroke it. I definitely wanted to oblige and circled it slowly, enjoying the feeling of her firm roundness. I could tell she wasn't wearing panties again which excited me greatly. Her hand moved to stroke my already-prominent erection through my dress slacks. The thin material did nothing to hide the sensations she generated. I had a raging hardon when we left the elevator and made our way down the hall to my room.

We slipped inside quickly and she pulled me over to the bed. She sat down, taking both of my hands in hers. "Let's start with you taking off your clothes."

I hesitated for a moment, but she moved her hand to her mound and stroked it over her skirt. "Go ahead."

I tossed my tie aside and then unbuttoned my shirt and did the same to it. As I was taking off my shirt, she lay back on her elbows and I watched as she started to play with herself more forcefully. I unfastened my slacks and pulled them down and off, leaving my boxers the only clothing left. My erection was very evident behind them and I was embarrassed to be naked while she was still clothed. I wasn't sure if I should continue. She lifted her foot up to my leg and stroked it, letting her foot play with my hardness.

"Mmmm... I wanna see that," she said seductively.

Without thinking, I pulled my boxers down and was left standing there, completely naked and exposed. She raised her foot up again and caressed my cock and balls. The feeling of the nylons against me was exquisite. I was breathing hard now, not believing how excited she was making me.

"Why don't you kneel down here," she said, indicating at her feet. I quickly complied. She released my hands and put hers on her knees. "Now, you be a good boy and just do as I say."

She lifted her foot towards me. "You can start with my feet and we'll go from there."

I took her foot in my hands and began to massage it, feeling the silky material covering it, exciting me. She was looking down at me, watching me pleasure her and I could tell it was turning her on, too. I kissed her big toe and gently nibbled and sucked on it causing her to moan. I kissed each toe and sucked on them, eliciting even more moans from her. Then I moved up to her calf, caressing it, stroking it, and massaging the muscle. I put her leg against the side of my face and smiled.

She lifted her skirt up and out of the way and placed her hands on her thighs, stroking them and pulling them wider apart. "Mmmm, you're good at that," she moaned. My cock twitched at the compliment. Her hands slowly moved to her mound and she lightly touched it. I could see her pussy beneath, so lovingly constricted behind the translucent material. Her clit was pushing into it, as if trying to break free. She lightly circled it with her fingertips, breathing heavily.

I moved my hands up to her thigh and massaged and stroked her. Her leg rested on my shoulder curled gently down my back. She smiled as my hands came close to her sex and then retreated again and again.

"Mmmm, you're in for such a lovely treat for being such a good boy. Now the other leg."

She sat up as I sadly moved back to working on her other leg. She teasingly shed her blouse and bra, making a dramatic show of her breasts and nipples. I had to admit, they looked luscious and would have normally held my utmost attention, but her stockings were completely clouding my mind. I was drunk with her. She lay back again slightly and began toying with her breasts as I lovingly massaged her foot.

I kissed and licked each toe individually, sucking them lightly between my lips. Then moved to her calf again, letting my hands tease and stroke the muscle. As I moved higher up her leg her hands returned to her mound, circling it with her fingertips. I could see her clit being moved and teased, driving me crazy. When I reached her thigh, she had slipped a hand inside her hose and was directly playing with herself. She was audibly groaning now as if my touch was taking her over the edge.

"Yeah, baby, you're making me so wet," she said, sliding a finger inside her pussy. I could see her hand moving, teasing, driving her to an orgasm. I could see her juices collecting on the nylons, smearing it.

"Put your face on my thigh, baby. I want to see you so close to my pussy, watching me play with it. Oh god, this is so hot."

I slid my cheek against her thigh feeling the heat from her pussy beginning to radiate from her. She let her hands frame her pussy as she looked down at me. "It's all yours baby. You want it?"

I moaned, "Oh my God do I ever?" I was panting in heat. My cock was so hard now, bobbing with every heart beat.

She grabbed the top of my head with one hand and pulled me into her pussy. I licked and sucked, hungry to taste her. My tongue made the material wet and smeared her juices even more. She groaned, pulling me harder into her. One leg wrapped around my body, trapping me and pulling me. Her body was begging me to make her cum. Her hips lifted off the bed as she panted, sliding up and down, slowly fucking my face.

"Fuck you're so nasty," she panted. Suddenly she pushed me away from her. "This is just not working." She grabbed the material at her crotch and I watched as she tore the nylon right at her pussy, opening a hole just for me. She adjusted it to beautifully frame her lovely pussy then grabbed my head with both hands. "Eat me you fucker. Make me cum on your face."

I dove back in and began to please her in earnest. She couldn't believe how good I was at this. It was only a few weeks ago that she learned of who I was and what I did for a living. She thought I was just some geek that she could manipulate to her own ends. Little did she know how good I was at pleasing her. This was going to be one of the best orgasms ever.

Her thighs crushed my head, covering my ears. Her body tensed, her hands clawing at my head, pulling me tighter against her as she came with a grunt, screaming.

I felt her relax and backed off slightly, cleaning her and licking up all her tasty juices.

"Oh, my god," she panted. "That was... incredible, baby."

I smiled, my face dripping wet. I tried to clean off as best I could, wiping my face with my hands.

"Now for her next treat." She opened her purse and pulled out a small package containing more hose. She slid her hand down the leg and lightly brushed her face with it. "Stand up here." I did as told, my erection proudly pointing towards her as she slid to the edge of the bed. "What a nice, hard cock. I think we need to do something about that."

She wrapped her nylon covered hand around my shaft and began stroking it, up and down. I stood there in total ecstasy. The smooth, cool feel of the hose on my hot manhood was incredibly erotic, playing into my darkest fantasy. My hips rocked forward and back as if fucking her hand.

"Baby?" she said seductively, licking the head of my cock. "You can do whatever you want with me for the rest of our lives, but I want you to do something special for me tomorrow."

I was in no position to think straight and she knew it. She used her sexuality and my weakness to put me in a position where I'd agree to anything. Using her free hand, she took a memory stick from her purse and tossed it on the bed. Her hand continued to stroke me, getting me closer and closer.

"I have some account numbers on here... and I want you to transfer some money from them. Think you can do that?" her mouth engulfed me, her tongue sliding along the underside of my shaft as she slurped up it's length, driving me crazy.

"Oh, god," I moaned loudly. "Please don't stop."

She pulled away from my cock. "Think you can do that?" she asked again, stopping her hand momentarily.

My brain was overloaded... it needed the sensations she was producing. I started to panic, wondering what I was going to do. Then I blurted excitedly, "yes... please don't stop!"

Her hand resumed its stroking, more insistently now, taking me to the brink even faster. I groaned, my legs starting to shake.

"That's right, baby. You be good to me and I'll be soooo good to you." She leaned forward and sucked the head into her mouth, letting her tongue circle around it.

I grunted as she pulled away again, but the sensation was overwhelming and I came in her hand, stream after stream erupting from my cock. She kept pumping, milking everything she could from me. When I was finally done, she pulled her nylon-covered hand from me and removed cum-soaked nylon.

"That was so awesome baby. I sure hope you have more left in you, 'cause I'm not done yet." She stood and pushed me down onto the bed, lying on my back. Then she slowly crawled up on top of me, her hose sliding against my legs making me shiver. She moved higher and higher until she was sitting on my chest.

"These account numbers you want me to steal from... who are they?" I asked, gulping as I watched her spread her labia and slide a finger inside, slowly fingering herself.

"They're low-lifes. The accounts are for money laundering from some big drug and gun runners. They won't miss it... and besides... they're not going to call the cops." She moved higher, her pussy right above my mouth, and slowly settled down as I began to lick her. "All I want you to do... ummm... is move two million out of each of them, each day for rest of the week. Oh god, baby, you do that so well." Her hips pushed up and back, humping against my face again. "That'll leave us with a hefty sum and we can go disappear somewhere. Then we can fuck like rabbits for the rest of our lives."

My hands stroked her thighs, her stockings sending thrills through me once again, making me redouble my efforts to make her cum. She became incoherent at that point, my tongue and lips doing their job well. Her hips were rocking rapidly as she neared her orgasm. Suddenly she grunted loudly and pushed down hard, her juices pouring out onto my face.

"Fuck!" she yelled, pulling away from my mouth, her fingers filling the void. "So?" she panted. "You in?"

I lay still for a moment, pondering my life... pondering what the life ahead might be like and weighing my morals against what she was asking me to do. I licked my lips, tasting her, my eyes scanning up and down her body. My hands were still touching her thighs, feeling their heat.