The thing is, I love to tease men. My girlfriends call me a cruel bitch but that's just too bad. I've noticed that prickteasing generates less remorse and more arousal as I get older and it's just such a bounce to have a sexually desperate guy at my mercy that I refuse to apologize to the bleeding hearts. I'm 38 and I turn heads but I'm no centerfold. I do like to dress with a sexy touch which usually includes high heels and hose. I started rubbing guys noses in their own arousal in college. I do it all the time: on dates, at work, in public places. I get just as much, and often more, satisfaction out of leaving men swollen and humiliated than I do out of regular sex.
So I was temping at a large company and was stuck taking notes in an all-morning meeting. I was seated at the end of a large conference table with a rather attractive man around the table's corner to my left. He made no attempt to hide his frequent glances at my legs, which I didn't really mind, until he made a great show of dropping his pen and taking an inordinate amount of time to pick it up. I could practically feel his breath on my ankles for a few seconds and when I shot him a nasty glance I received an unrepentant smirk in return. A bit of attitude adjustment was clearly necessary here and I decided to teach this clod (I'll call him Paul) something to remember bitterly for a long time. I wasn't interested in the meeting's topic, so I could devote my full attention to the task at hand (or, as things turned out, the task at foot!).
In a knee length dress, plain stockings, and "sensible" tan pumps, I wasn't really dressed for this sort of adventure that day. But I was sure that I could have my clumsy suitor tied in a testosterone-soaked knot by the end of the morning. The positions that Paul and I had taken at the table were perfect; nobody could see my legs except for Paul and he had a nearly unobstructed view.
I smiled into his smirking face and very deliberately unbuttoned four of the buttons on my dress to expose my legs to just below the tops of my thigh-highs. I often wear stockings instead of pantyhose and was glad I had chosen to do so today. For the next half hour or so I have him a leg exhibition that he'll never forget. I stroked my calf with my long nails, I crossed my legs repeatedly, I faced my victim and slowly let my thighs come apart, only to fold them back together before the view got too enjoyable. My friend seemed especially sensitive to watching my fingers trail slowly up the back of my leg so I did it often. When my legs were crossed, I would slowly lift my thigh then lower it, making that wonderful nylon on nylon sound. I was smirking now and the jerk was just beginning to look uncomfortable, perhaps aware that we were both stuck right where we were for the next two hours.