I am 26 years old, slim, attractive, (I'm told); blue eyes, blond hair. I work as a receptionist for a modeling agency. I'm told I could be a model as well.
I have a secret. I love pantyhose and stockings. I wear them all the time, many times even to bed. I have satin sheets on my bed. I love to slide my stocking feet and legs all over the sheets, and then I hump my satin pillow and get myself off.
I realize it is unusual for a woman to have a fetish like this. It is something usually attributed to males. I really can't explain it except to say that I have always been attracted to and excited by women in hose and stocking feet.
As I was growing up I always wore pantyhose or tights. I loved having my feet rubbed and played with. I would ask my girlfriends to rub my feet so I could do the same to them. It was such a turn-on.
I love dangling my shoes and showing off my stocking feet to turn on guys, or even girls if they're so inclined. I have seen other women do this. Prospective models would come into the agency and sit in the reception area dangling their shoes. When they saw how I was affected by it, they would put on a regular show for me. Some even left me notes with their phone numbers.
There was this one model applicant sitting in the reception area dangling her shoe. I had to walk past her on my way to the ladies room. As I did so, I couldn't take my eyes off her stocking foot. After I came back, she was called in for an interview. On her way out, after her interview, she stopped at the reception desk.
"I don't know why you aren't modeling, you're a beautiful woman. You have a great body and great legs, it's too bad you have to hide them behind this desk." She said.
"Why thank you so much, that's very flattering." I said. "How did you make out with the interview?" I asked.
"Oh great, I got an assignment." She said. "Would you care to help me celebrate with a drink after you get off work?" She asked.
"Yes, I'd love to." I said, "There's a lounge right around the corner that's very pleasant. It's called 'The Bistro." I'm Linda, and you're Sylvia correct?"
"Yes, you remembered." She said. "I'll be waiting for you there, Linda."
I watched her, with hopeful anticipation, as she strode out of the office.
The lounge at "The Bistro" was dimly lit, providing and atmosphere of intimacy. Sylvia was waiting for me in a luxurious, leather-upholstered booth.
We ordered our drinks and chatted amicably and compared notes about our lives and jobs. I didn't hear Sylvia's shoe drop from her foot onto the soft carpet, but I felt her stocking foot brush my leg. My heart started racing.
"Oh I'm sorry." She said.
"Don't be." I said as I dropped my own shoe. "I'm always up for foot play."
With that I felt around for her foot and rubbed it with my toes.
"That's very nice." She said as she stared into my eyes.
We rubbed our stocking feet over each other's as our foot play continued.
"I'm so glad we share the same passion." I said. "Exquisite pantyhose you have on, so silky."
"Wolfords." She said. "The people in this business are very perceptive, they can spot 'high class' a mile away, and I always try to impress."
"You're certainly impressing me, I could do this for hours. You'll have to come home with me after we finish our drinks." I said.
"That sounds like fun." She said.
My heart was pounding, I couldn't wait to get this beauty home, and suck her nylon toes, and kiss, and lick her silken soles. My pussy was ready to explode just thinking about it!
