Housewife Discovers True Desire

Karen tried to put the previous day out of her mind and concentrate on her work. Alex oozed sexuality as she navigated the office in her almost not quite appropriate attire. Karen admired Alex's style, though she'd never admit it, not even to herself. The way Alex spoke about her sexuality with Karen made her feel uncomfortable and excited at the same time.

About mid morning, Alex stopped by Karen's cubicle for work-related reasons. The conversation immediately took on a different tone. There was a subtle flirtation that made Karen excited in a way she hadn't felt since before her kids were born. Today was becoming a repeat of the previous day. Alex leaned against the side of the cubicle, her gaze sweeping over Karen, lingering a bit too long on her legs.

"That skirt looks great on you, Karen," Alex said, her voice a seductive tone. "Classic."

Karen blushed and could feel heat rise up her neck. "Thanks, Alex." She shuffled the papers on her desk, trying to hide her reaction.

Alex just smiled, "You know, I appreciate a woman who knows how to dress." Alex then sat on the corner of Karen's desk, crossed her legs and subtly dangled her heel in a way that made Karen's focus involuntarily drop. The movement caused Alex's dress to shift slightly, revealing a glimpse of smooth thigh high stockings with the tops just barely visible beneath her dress hem.

Karen could feel her pulse quicken. It was just a glimpse of stocking but it stirred something inside her. She glanced up, meeting Alex's eyes, and there was a very real tension in the air. "I try," Karen answered back coyly.

"You do more than try," Alex said, her eyes still on Karen's legs. "You succeed." Suddenly, Alex tapped her fingernail on the edge of the desk. "Anyway, I just wanted to ask about that project proposal. Let's take a look at it, shall we?"

The sexual tension between the two women changed something. Karen's skin felt alive, and she was acutely aware of the way her pantyhose clung to her legs, the slight pressure and dampness of the flats she wore that day. Throughout the afternoon, she was constantly aware of Alex. She caught her glancing at her, at her legs and heels in particular. She felt a mixture of embarrassment and a strange thrill.

Later, as she was gathering her things to leave, Alex approached her desk again. This time, the empty office provided an opportunity for things to go farther.

"Don't rush off, Karen," Alex said, her voice smooth as velvet. "I saw you've got an unfortunate snag in your pantyhose."

Karen glanced down and stretched out her leg while her fingers instinctively trying to confirm Alex's observation. "Oh, I didn't even notice," she said, feeling self-consciousness.

"You have great legs. A small tear like that is criminal." Alex stepped closer, her hand brushing lightly against Karen's thigh. Karen held her breath. The touch was electric, a spark that sent shivers racing up her spine. Alex's eyes faded down to the tear, then up to Karen's face. "Maybe you should take them off?" she suggested, her voice dropping to that seductive tone from earlier.

Karen's mind was racing. Part of her wanted to pull away, to retreat to the safety of her routine but another part of her was drawn to Alex in a primal way.

"I...I don't know," Karen whispered.

Alex just smiled in a way that made Karen's heart race. "It's okay, Karen. No pressure." She moved away, but her gaze lingered. "I see you have a spare pair in your bag. Don't want that to happen again, do we?"

Karen's hand flew to her bag. How had she seen that? "I always carry spares," she mumbled, feeling flustered.

"Smart woman." Alex's gaze traveled down again, taking in Karen's outstretched leg and the arch of her foot visible in her flat. As Alex's eyes stayed fixed on Karen's arch cleavage, she leaned forward again, a suggestive glint in her eye. "You know...I love your cute flats but I've always had a thing for heels," she confessed. Leaning back slightly, Alex added, "I mean, they just look so good on a woman like you." Alex's eyes were fixed on her feet, and Karen, instinctively, started to flex her foot inside her flat like she was showing off to Alex. It didn't escape her attention that Alex wanted to see her in heels.

Karen felt her face burning, a mixture of shame and exhilaration washing over her. She knew what Alex was doing. Alex was shamelessly staring at her foot, and Karen, captivated by her boldness, found herself unconsciously raising her outstretched leg slightly and popping her flat into a quick dangle, giving Alex a full, unobstructed view. It was a movement she would never have dreamt of doing before, and in that moment, she couldn't believe she did it.

"You should come to my place sometime," Alex said, her voice low. "I've got a large shoe collection I think you might really like." She let the statement hang in silence between them.

Karen's gasped quietly. Her mind was screaming at her to say no, to run away and forget this ever happened. But a voice inside her, a voice she hadn't heard in years, was whispering, yes. Her marriage had stagnated into a comfortable routine, but she was curious. Alex was fascinating. She was everything Karen was not. And she was undeniably beautiful.

She swallowed, her throat dry. "Maybe," she whispered.

Alex's smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Maybe is a good start, Karen." She stepped back from Karen's desk. "Don't work too hard tonight." And with a last, lingering glance at Karen's outstretched leg and dangling flat, she turned and walked away. Karen just sat there, her flat still hanging from her big toe and a dampness in her panties reminding her of the afternoon's encounter.

In the quiet of her own thoughts, Karen knew something dangerous was happening that she might not be able to resist. Karen felt that her life, as she knew it, was about to change. And despite her fear, a small part of her was looking forward to it.

At home, later that night, Karen once again lay awake. She replayed the day in her mind. The thrill she had felt was undeniable. Karen never thought she'd ever be attracted to another woman but, tonight, she dreamt of Alex slipping her flats off, rubbing and kissing her pantyhose covered feet. Karen was strangely comfortable with it but knew she'd wake up from this dream.