(Note: A friend of mine in Hong Kong who loves wearing pantyhose, in particular in her office, recently asked me to write a story about her and her pantyhose in her office. Here is what I wrote to her.)
My boss asked me to visit your company in order to negotiate a contract, and, as things go, I wound up in a meeting where you participated, among several others of your coworkers. As you entered the room, my gaze quickly scanned all of your body, your long black hair, your face, your sexy dress with high hemline, your hot legs in the smooth tan hose, and your closed-toes black leather heels. I was so distracted that it took me a while to regain my focus and engage in the meeting and the discussion. All the while, I always tried to glance and peek at you, and even though I couldn't see your legs and feet, I imagined how I would seek them out and touch them with my own... I was glad no one could see the huge bulge in my pants that had built over time and I was getting a little worried about making a mistake in the discussion and start of the negotiation. But it seemed I was helpless and hopelessly addicted to catching glimpses of you every now and then and turning up my fantasies about you and me more and more, as time went on.
After the meeting was over, your boss suggested that I should finalize the details of the contract directly with you and we went to a different, smaller meeting room that only had a small end table in the middle, so your legs and heels were perfectly visible to me. I knew that I had to focus on the contract and not let myself fall into the trap of getting distracted by you sitting right in front of me, but again, to no avail. Part of me realized that I would concede more than me and my boss would be comfortable with, but the other part in me was stronger, and was now even more often than before completely absorbed by admiring your pretty pantyhose-encased legs, feet in your high heels, nice dress and all...
Maybe you finally noticed how distracted I was, and even though you already had me completely under control, you turned it up a notch, crossed over your legs and started to dangle one of your heels, quite seductively, right in front of my eyes. I swallowed hard, coughed, and apologized, probably blushed all over in my face, not able to turn my eyes from your now exposed hot foot clad in the smooth fabric of your tan pantyhose... how much I wished being able to worship these cute little Asian feet, kiss them, lick them, suck them all over... Then you dropped your shoe with a noticeable sound, only to cross your other leg over and start dangling your other black leather shoe, just holding on to it with your toes. I thought I almost smelled the sweet, subtle aroma of your nice feet as they were now both exposed in front of my eyes. ,me completely forgetting about the reason I was in that room with you. The second shoe fell to the ground and you spread your legs slightly, almost invitingly, while playing with your feet on the floor. The torture was almost unbearable and my boner was so rock hard and throbbing that it needed relief in fairly short order...
"May I?" I heard myself saying, not sure where it was coming from and why I said it. My gaze was locked on your right foot and my hands were stretched out. After a brief moment of silence and a questioning expression on your face, I took the next step and bent forward and down, to gently pick up your right foot with my hands and then placed it on my lap. Without saying anything else, I started a sensuous foot massage, right there in the meeting room, oblivious to the situation, my job, the reason I was here, your potential reaction, and the possibility someone else might enter at any moment and discover us. I noticed that after an initial moment of surprise and wonder, you relaxed into my foot massage fairly soon and seemed to enjoy it, soon moving your second foot onto my lap as well and letting me massage both of them through the silky smooth fabric of your tan colored pantyhose. From the expression on your face I could tell that you got more and more aroused and had to quit the business conversation, as well. In fact, I believed I smelled some musky sweaty scent emanating from your crotch area between your legs and from underneath your dress...
The longer I continued my sensuous foot massage, the more we both got sexually aroused and excited, and you took one hand to move the hemline of your dress up as high as you could, while using your other hand to start finger-fucking your engrossed pussy lips and clitoris, using the copious pussy juices to increase the sensation, starting to breathe more heavily.
I raised both of your feet up until they landed on my face and kept massaging them, but also kissing and licking and sucking them all over, giving attention to each part, the heels, soles, ankles, and each of the toes, all mediated through the soft sensuous fabric of the hose they were still encased in.
I noticed that you intensified your finger-fucking of your sex while I worshipped your feet, and even started to insert first one, then two fingers into your pussy, massaging it through your pantyhose and making noises when moving your fingers in and out of your lust hole that was completely soaked by your slimy and musky pussy juices.
I unzipped my pants, pulled down my boxers, and my fully erect boner jumped out of them, pointing straight to the ceiling. Without me saying anything, you moved your pretty pantyhose-encased feet towards my throbbing cock and gave it a wonderfully sensuous erotic massage, cupping my shaft with your arches and soles, moving your feet up and down in rhythmic motions, using your heels to stroke my balls and your toes to squeeze the tip of my cock, all mediated by your wonderfully soft and silky tan pantyhose. Oh my God, this was heaven, I had never felt that great before, and my arousal climbed to an almost unsustainable level. I noticed, almost like in a dream, you further intensifying your self-stimulation and masturbating yourself to several orgasms, as you finally just applied the perfect pressure and squeeze onto my hard cock and made me come in a violent orgasm, shooting my multiple loads of hot juicy cum all over your sexy pantyhose-encased toes, soles, heels, and ankles...
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After our hot encounter in the small meeting room, we stepped out of the room and noticed that pretty much everyone else had left for the day meanwhile. Had it gotten that late? I relished in the thought that your tan pantyhose now were soaked wet with my cum at their foot and ankle parts and that you probably felt the wetness of my cum as you had put on your sexy black leather high heels again... You led me to your cubicle and asked me to wait for a second, as you just wanted to print out the contract and then shut down your computer for the day. As you left for the printer, I couldn't help my curiosity and opened some of your desk drawers... To my wildest surprise, I found a pair of tan pantyhose in one of them! I looked around, and since I didn't see you returning nor hearing footsteps nearby, I took the pair out real quick and felt the wonderful sensation of the sheer smooth pantyhose fabric sliding over my hands. I immediately got another erection and could not help putting the hose to my face and experiencing them even more intimately. That's when I noticed the musky smell at the crotch area that was an immense turn-on for me and I couldn't get enough of it, rubbing the fabric against the skin of my face and inhaling the sexy scents of your pussy still emanating from the pantyhose.
I was unable to stop here and opened my fly, so I would be able to feel the smoothness of your used hose all around my erect cock, rubbing it with your silky tan nylons until they got wet from my pre-cum. I was close to a climax, so I looked around to make sure you were still printing. I wrapped your tan pantyhose tightly around my boner, pressed its tip against the gusset, and then jacked off as fast and hard as I could, until I ejaculated several loads of cum into the gusset.