I must give a very grateful Thank you to kenjisato for his editing of my story. I hope you like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Hi! Let me tell you my story. As a young lady I was never fond of pantyhose. I always found them to be hot and too much of a bother. You have to make sure they're not sagging, they don't get runners, the whole ten yards. I've found them to be just your general pain in the ass. But in my teen days, I would wear them on Sundays to church, and on those special occasions when a nice young girl was to dress for whatever was going on.
Now that I've hit my mid-twenties, I'm wearing them at my job. I work in an office with several other women, and all of them wear hose, so I felt bad being the only one not wearing them myself all the time. I decided to wear them two or three times a week. So on the first day I was to put on a pair of pantyhose, I started to really dread my decision, but I sucked it up and off I went.
On Monday I got ready for work, putting my new pantyhose on and headed off. When I got to work, I was not paying much attention to the other ladies, but I instead, heard more of a difference in how they talked to me. I thought, what was the change in the way they asked me to do things and the general conversation they had with me? I couldn't figure it out, but I was happy with the more pleasant way they treated me, not that it had been bad before. It was just more of a sweet way than a business way. You know, like I was one of the girls, maybe. At the end of the day, I felt as if this was the best day I had ever had at work.
Tuesday, I took the day off from my hose. The day went okay, but not as good as the day before. As with yesterday, I didn't know why, but the girls seemed to be a little put off by me. I figured it was just an odd day or something, and let it go by without a second thought. You know one of those ho-hum-bummer-type days. Wednesday was much the same, even though I was in my pantyhose. It seemed to be a smidgen better, but not as most would say. So at the end of the day, I had planned to go do some shopping.
I ran into one of the women from the office at the store after work. She was one that talked to me more than the others in the office and was personable to me all the time. We would talk about other things then work, when we had time to have little conversations. It was like we could be friends if we just took the time to be. So I thought now was as good a time as any. I went up to Cori to strike up a conversation.
"Hi Cori, fancy seeing someone from the office."
"Well hello, Sydney, I thought that was you. How are you this evening?"
"Oh I'm fine, Cori, and you?"
"Just wonderful. I thought I would stop in to pick up some new hose for work."
"Cool, I'm not much into hose myself, but I've been going with it on an every-other-day basis. I came to look for a new outfit or two, trying to build up my work wardrobe. I don't have a lot in the line of work attire to choose from," I said.
"That sounds fun, can I join you in your search?" asked Cori.
"Sure, I'd love the company, and it will give us a chance to talk."
As we were shopping, Cori helped me find some smart-looking outfits for work and had some interesting conversations about our likes and dislikes, with a little about work thrown in. It was getting somewhat late and we both were hungry. I asked Cori if she needed to get home to her family and she said she wasn't married and wondered if I would like to go have something to eat with her. I said sure, so we made way to a restaurant.
While we ate, we talked about our lives as we grew up and things of that nature. Somewhere in the conversation, I realized Cori didn't get her pantyhose she had gone shopping for. She told me it was okay, that she would be fine with what she had at home until the weekend. We finished our meal and paid the bill.
Cori asked, "Sydney, I had fun. I was wondering if you would like to go shopping with me Saturday?"
"I'd love to," I replied.
"Okay, we'll make the plans before we leave work on Friday."
"Cool, sounds like a plan."
We both said see you tomorrow and went home.
Thursday went by and was uneventful. Friday morning was a 'PH' day, so off I went in my pantyhose. Today was about the same as the last three, but some of the other girls talked with me more than they had before.
At lunch, Cori came over and sat with me. We talked about the morning and how the day was progressing. Just before break was over she asked if we were still on for tomorrow.
"Absolutely," I replied.
Cori said, "Let me give you my address. What time would be good?"
"Um, how about 10:30am?"
"Great, that sounds fine," and we went back to work.
Finally the day was over and I couldn't wait until the time to meet Cori for our shopping date.
On Saturdays, I'm a bit of a late sleeper as one has to get up at the butt-crack of dawn to do the work thing. I woke up around 9:00am and got myself ready to meet Cori at her home. Being a slim, fit woman, standing five feet six inches with long, black hair, full C cup tits, and legs that come up to a cute, bubble ass, you men know the type; the size and shape you can cup in your hand. I thought what the hell, so I grabbed my favorite pair of cut-off shorts, and a cute, little halter top for the shopping trip and headed out the door at 9:55am. I got to Cori's at 10:22am, and went to the door. Cori was there as I walked up and asked me in, as she wasn't quite ready.
"Sydney, come on back to my room, while I finish getting done."
"Okay," and I followed her back, asking her to, "please call me Syd, as all my friends do."
"Okay, Syd it is then," she replied. "I love the outfit you have on, with one exception."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Syd, your not wearing pantyhose with your outfit."
I thought for a second, and asked if it made a difference, then asked, "Won't the control top of the leg be seen?"
She laughed, "You really don't wear hose much, do you?"
"No, I sure don't," and asked, "Why?"