You might recall the interesting pantyhose and stiletto introduction between Pete and myself from my first story, 'Pantyhose Tease -- My Ex-Supervisor'. Since that day, our relationship as an intern and supervisor had never been the same. Over the remaining months of the internship, Pete and I became close and intimate quite quickly. Though we weren't dating, sometimes, I used to spend several Friday nights with Pete at his place after work.
Like people say, as 'the ice was broken and the line was crossed' so to speak, Pete and I didn't see the need for office etiquettes, instead we agreed to just be open and act like two good friends but of course with something special. And for office attires, Pete told me that he didn't want me to feel pressured to wear hosieries and stilettos just because of what happened, and just wear whatever I felt comfortable with. But if I wore them, he said he would be very appreciative of my decision. I told him that he didn't have to worry about that and that I was quite excited to dress up for work.
I loved dressing up and teasing Pete, and Pete loved appreciating and showing his gratitude for the exquisite exhibition. Pete had never failed to give me the total and undivided attention from the moment I walked into his office and until the moment I left. He knew how to submerge himself in the moment and enjoy the ride. And unlike some pigs I met much later on, Pete always a gentleman who made me feel special through his submission to me and my hosieries and stilettos.
Short tease and patting were most common but at times, it became a much bigger distraction which was difficult for us to resist, especially for Pete as he became increasingly obsessive on the fetish over time. At those moments, despite Pete being 31 years more senior than me, I had to be the grown up and simply close my legs to restore the healthy control! But sometimes, disciplining Pete was more fun and exciting!
When we had more time, like those Friday nights when we used to dine out or back at his place after the dinner, we enjoyed nice and slow plays, like as if we were having a course meal, taking it nice and slow, sometimes literally when were at a restaurant. It used to start with painfully teasing appetizers, followed by the main that was hot, steamy and full of different intense flavors, and complete the delightful occasion with wicked yet sweet and intimate desserts. Can you imagine it? If you were Pete, how would you have wanted it all? Love to hear your thoughts!
Every morning, I turned up to work dressed in something cheeky and exciting, from classy to slutty but always with a touch of elegance by showing off the silky and shiny hosiery clad legs in a pair of stiletto high heels. It was always fun watching Pete's reaction as I walked into the office. I could tell from his large grin and salivating mouth, that he was impatiently waiting for me, for the special nylon treats.
But being a cheeky bitch I was, I didn't indulge Pete's craving so easily. It didn't matter how impatient he was or how much he craved, I took my time and he had to wait until his nylon queen granted him such pleasure. That's right! Although, it was his office, the fetish kingdom was mine, and mine alone.
My favorite time to tease Pete was when he was on a conference call. As I begun teasing, Pete's eyes used to be gazed upon me and within minutes, he started to struggle trying to keep his composure and concentrate on the call. Instead of backing down, I used to turn up the heat by doing something sexier and more explicit.
For example, this one morning, I woke up feeling extra lustful so I decided to dress up more like a slut than sexy. So I turned up at Pete's office dressed in one-shoulder black minidress and hair down in natural curl and 6 inch classic stiletto pumps in patent black and with toe cleavage view, and underneath, I wore black half-cup lace bra that barely held my 42D perky and tender breasts, hardly covering my areola and nipples, exposing the remaining top half of the uncovered breasts soft and shiny skin, and a pair of glossy shine, sheer-to-waist (STW) pantyhose in deep black color with its gusset cut out with scissors, and another pair of glossy shine crotch-high black stockings with nylon-top and back-seam held by thin black lace garter belt, worn over the pantyhose.
