The cold air slapped against my wet legs as I made my way to the bedroom cupboard.  I was getting ready for my job; it was a temporary one again at a posh firm in a building about five blocks away.  My cupboard was lined with expensive silk, cashmere and wool garments that each felt wonderful against my skin.  I needed something lush and professional so that I could keep everyone’s eyes on me and opted for a black wool suit that screamed elegance but showed enough leg to keep everyone’s attention.

Taking the hanger of the rail, with the clothes attached, I made my way over to the bed and lay the midnight black suit against the cloudy white sheets that lined my bed.  I tiptoed over to my set of drawers and fumbled in the top left drawer which held my lingerie.

A white matching set caught my eye and that is what I would be wearing today.  The lacy cotton bra would uplift my breasts and give me a plunging cleavage that would catch any mans attention.  The panties would look lovely sitting neatly up from my pale, natural coloured stockings.

Once I was comfortable sitting down on the bed I picked up the soft white bra and held it firmly against my bust while I clipped the bra together with the front fastening clip.  The bra cupped my breasts boosting them outwards and upwards.  The straps sat delicately on my shoulders.  I skimmed my fingers down my stomach as I picked the panties up and bent over to slide them up my delicate legs.  After sliding each foot into the panty holes I eased them over my legs and sat them gently onto my hips.

My natural, sheer stockings lay smoothed out on the bed.  They shimmered under the bedroom light as I grazed my fingers up and down the smooth material before picking them up and guiding them to my soft and sumptuous legs.  I gently pried open the first stocking and placed my left foot inside the gaping hole.  The sheer cloth gracefully slid up my leg and over my knee so that it came to rest gently over my thigh.  I snapped the cold, metal suspender clips tightly on the delicate fabric and watch the clip indent the stocking.

The second stocking felt just as wonderful.  I felt the smooth material work its way up my leg.  The sensations tickled my sensitive skin as I placed the stocking atop my thigh and proceeded to hold it up with the cold, harsh clasp.  My underwear was fully on and I stood up so that I could place my suit on.

I slipped my soft cream shirt on over my sexy lingerie and felt the cool fabric drift over my torso.  I buttoned up the shirt, leaving the top button open so that I could expose my jutting cleavage.  My black and white pinstriped suit jacket and skirt lay on the bed.  I slid the skirt of the coat hanger and undid the plastic button and zip.  I slipped into the skirt, the silk underskirt brushing against my stockings sending shivers down my spine.

I glanced in my cupboard mirror before putting on my suit jacket, I looked stunning, elegant and sexy all at once.  A smile crossed my lips as I headed back for the jacket.  Today was going to be a good day, I knew it.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed for the front door. I would grab a coffee from the van on the way to work.  I slipped my high heeled court shoes on as I reached the door.  They sky was glowing bright but it wasn’t hot.  It was freezing cold and I hailed a taxi forgetting all about the morning coffee as the wind blew through my hair.

The driver was a tall, dark haired Englishmen who eyed me up thoroughly before the taxi left the rank.  His eyes were fixated on my stunning legs.  My skirt hid ridden up and the lace tips of my stockings were peeking out from under my skirt.  His attention was plainly in that area and he almost wet himself as he dodged a car speeding by.  My legs felt the draft as the cool air slipped up my skirt and against my panties.  The driver licked his lips as we sped down the streets, he was not really paying much attention to where he was going as long as his eyes could linger on the sneaky peek my succulent legs provided him with.

He was just passing my stop as I shouted for him to stop, with a flushed and somewhat embarrassed look he asked for the fare.  I dug around in my purse until I could find change.  His hands and mine brushed as the money changed hands and he looked up at me, his eyes full of lust and quickly dipping own to eye my legs over once more as I walked up to the office building.

I walked up the steps and had to endure a few carnivorous looks from passers by who were fixated on my wearing stockings to the office.  As I took each step I felt the stockings glide against the inside of my thighs, I tingled all over as I approached the office door and made my way inside.  Each passer by insisted on peeking at my legs and what enclosed them.

As I approached the reception desk I smoothed my hands down my skirt and over the tops of my stockings, savouring the feel of the sheer nylon against my fingertips.  As the desk was getting closer and closer I reached out to pick up my staff badge.  My heels clicked loudly against the marble flooring directing all the attention towards me and my fine legs.  I made my way to the elevators feeling the heavy weight of gazes weighing me down as the elevator bells rung.

I looked around one last time before proceeding into the lift.  As I took the first step forward I altered my skirt to make it somewhat longer so that I didn’t attract so much attention.  Any other circumstance the attention would be much appreciated but right now I need to be considered professional.   As the elevator closed doors the gentleman passing the lift had his jaw to the floor and his eyes stuck on my thighs.  I wonder what other reactions this day would entice?  Maybe I’m due a raise. To read all my exclusive stockings adventures, watch my stockings movies or see my exclusive stockings pictures visit my premium site here

Work takes it out of you all week and then the weekend is full of partying. Where on earth can anyone find peace in the world? Well I figured since I had worked and partied so hard it was time for a casual, relaxing Sunday and I had the perfect idea. A picnic was in order, yes that’s right, a traditional wicker basket, sandwiches and strawberries picnic. Luckily enough the day started of very bright and promising.

I bathed today, rather than opting for the shower. I had time to kill and I wanted to kill it peacefully. I lay under all the bubbles, my breasts bobbing up and down in the water and my legs shining under the bathroom spotlights. Today was going to be a good day I could feel it.

The cool air slapped my legs as I got out of the bathroom, even with the heating on it was still cold as soon as you jumped out of a bath. I wrapped my towel around me snug and tight and then headed towards the bedroom.

My bedroom was a lot cosier than the bathroom. I hugged my towel close to me as I started to dry myself of. I rubbed the towel in between my legs and over my thighs, soaking up every bit of moisture on the bottom half of my body. I ran the towel along my shoulders and down my breasts. I dabbed my hair in the towel, preventing droplets of water falling back down my smooth body.

I had chosen a subtle, more playful suit for the day. Of course I wore my stockings but I wore a short, black, floaty skirt and a soft cream tank top to go with it. I sat down on the bed as I started to get dressed. My bra was the first garment that I picked up. It was a soft, cream, stain bra that held my breasts in place with moulded cups. The straps sat gently on my shoulders and the clasp neatly clung to my gentle back.

My stockings were cream in colour to match my top and my underwear. The stockings were gently pattered with two soft lines running up the back of them. They were thick and I had chosen cream to keep my legs cool from the hot sun.

The stockings melded into the white bed sheets, like a soft stain. I picked up the first one and eased it open with my perfectly manicured hands. It was smooth on my fingertips, the fabric whispering against my soft skin. I pulled the stocking steadily over my leg, the gentle material felt like heaven on my skin.

I picked up the other sticking and pried it open. I let the long sock trail over my leg and sit gently on my hips. My panties were cool to the touch but I picked them up and laid them over my crotch and say them on my waist. Afterwards I clipped the stockings onto the suspender belt and got up to put on the rest of my clothes. My skirt slid easily up my soft legs. As it floated around my thighs when I walked it was like I was walking on air.

My top slid over my head, gently catching my hair. It fit perfectly around my breasts and flat stomach.

I decided to stop messing around putting my clothes on and to start heading out. My wicker basket was ready to go filled to the brim with strawberries and cream. The day was bright and I decided to get out of the house and into the hot sunshine, the park was waiting for me, and it’s not nice to keep it waiting.

As I stepped outside a wave of fresh air slapped against my face and I welcomed it. Of course I did not welcome the breeze that blew my skirt up over my panties where it didn’t belong and I didn’t welcome the jeers from the men across the road at the building site. However, I carried on and made my way down the street towards the park. Obviously the park was full today, there were kids running around, mothers pushing strollers and groups of young strapping men playing soccer in the middle of the field.

I found a nice quiet spot under a tree where I could see everyone and everything yet I could keep myself hidden from public view. I lay my wicker basket down on the grass beneath my feet, my feet were trapped in high sandals but I took my feet out of my sandals and let them rest on the ground, my stockings prevented them from getting grass and dirt in between my toes. I crossed my legs over and my skirt slid up some more, catching the attention of the young men playing soccer. I thought I had hidden myself well but young eyes manage to find everything.

I adjusted my skirt and dipped into my wonderfully prepared basket. The strawberries were in a green tub and I took them out. I also took out the cream and a bowl and filled the bowl with both the strawberries and then drizzled them in the runny cream. It looked absolutely delicious. I picked up the first strawberry and held it close to my mouth, savouring the sweet smell. The young men had all but turned with their tongues hanging out as I licked the strawberry and nibbled seductively on it. My stockings just added to the tease and they had a hard time concentrating on the ball they should be.

A sudden gush of wind comes and blows my skirt up to heights I’d rather it didn’t reach. I quickly flushed my skirt down but not without catching my stocking. The stocking ripped down one side and I could hardly leave it like that. So even with the prying eyes I decided that the only thing to do would be remove both stockings, in the middle of the park it wasn’t such a great idea but when you’re left with no other options you have to do what you have to do.

I looked around; most eyes were turned and now was a better chance than any. I hoisted up my skirt. The hem was sitting just at my panty line, my crotch visible to those who looked properly. I slid my fingers underneath the tips of my stockings; I felt the thick nylon grip my fingers as I slid it down my legs. I was just beginning to enjoy what I was doing when a white, leather ball bounced to my feet. One of the young men jogged across to get it.

He was, I would suggest, only in his early twenties but he had a body of a god. His eyes were full of lust and it looked as though something had captivated him. I’m assuming it was my slender legs completely bare to him. I looked up, my eyes were seductive and swear formed on his brow. I crawled over on my knees to get the ball, my ass was high in the air and my bare legs were showing up to the top of my thighs. I looked back at him, his hands were dangling over his crotch, itching to knead himself but he kept his pose.

I crept up onto my knees and then stood up. My knees had grass stains and my skirt was still higher than it had been when I had walked to the park. I handed him his ball, deliberately lingering my hand over his. He looked up at me anxious to say something and just as his lips started to part as if to say something I turned around and went back to my strawberries. He looked at me, his eyes working their way over my body, his eyes lingering on my bare leg and thighs.

He turned around sharply and made his way back to his friends. I laughed quietly to myself as I gathered up my strawberries and cream. I picked up my wicker basket and slipped my high sandals back on my cool feet. The wicker basket sat gently over my arm as I half skipped out of the park, the young man stared back at me, his eyes lingering over my legs. A soft smile crept over my lips and I drew another strawberry out of the basket and nibbled gently on it as I walked home. A lovely day for a picnic… Read more of my stockings adventures at my very own stocking site sabrinas stockings

One of my members is really into CP and spanking. He once wrote to me saying that it really would be his dream come true if he could spank me. He said he would love to buy me some sexy underwear of his choice and for me to strip in front of him, put on the underwear he chooses for me then he can spank my bare bottom.

I decided that it would be good to meet him and certainly no harm in me receiving a good spanking.

I thought I would arrange to meet him and let him fulfill his dreams of spanking my bare behind. I won’t tell you his name, but we met in a mutually agreed location and got to work!

He was a bit nervous but I soon put his mind at rest. He handed me a large pink box with a big black ribbon tied around it. It was a box full of my favourite type of lingerie from Agent provocateur. I opened each individual package and set out my new gifts. I had a black satin corset, black satin full back panties and a gorgeous black satin suspender belt which had 12 straps with metal clasps. I also had a sheer black pair of fully fashioned stockings.

He definitely had good taste, they were all things I would have picked out for myself. He urged me to put on his gifts and my sexy high heels. When I was ready he instantly got into his role.

He ordered me into the centre of the room where he inspected every inch of me.

He told me that I should have known better and as an avid stocking wearer, I should at least be able to put on a pair of fully fashioned stockings on correctly!

He bent me over an armchair and spanked my bottom with his bare hand. It really hurt. He told me that the lines down the back of the stockings were not perfectly straight and that when he was finished spanking me with his bare hand, I had to roll each one over my legs and replace them again.

He spanked me about 50 times. I am not used to being spanked so much, so I was’nt surprised that I would find it painful.

He told me to take off each stocking and replace them correctly. I unclipped each metal clasp and rolled down the stockings one at a time. I was really careful as I didn’t want to ladder them. I didn’t want to be spanked more than necessary! I carefully put the stockings back on and made sure that the lines at the back were looked perfect. I clipped them into place and put on my heels.

He ordered me back into the centre of the room where he inspected my legs. Up and down he looked and he felt each of the metal clasps to make sure I had clipped them correctly. It is actually harder than you might think to apply stockings to perfection and clip them in exactly the right place when you are wearing a corset. This corset was very tight and most restricting!

He said that I had done a great job at putting the fully fashioned stockings back on but as I had done so, I had created a tiny snag in one of them.

So, not only had I been a bad girl for not putting on my stockings correctly the first time, the second time, I had snagged one of them and for that…you guessed it, more punishment.

He pushed me over the armchair and pulled down my sexy new panties to my knees and whipped my bottom (which was already very red and sore) with a riding crop. It really was so painful. He whipped me 10 times then used a leather flogger and flogged my bare behind. My bottom felt like it was on fire! He used his belt and whacked me with that too. He also used a cane which he whipped each of my cheeks in tur. He told me I looked like a slut with my panties at my knees and whipped me some more.

My bottom must be red raw by now. It really was stinging! I had tears in my eyes it was so painful!

He stopped soon after as I suppose he didn’t want to push any boundaries. That was an experience! You could see raised, red whip marks on my bottom and it hurt for days afterwards and really I’d had the very mildest of spankings!

My member had a great time spanking me and I had some gorgeous new lingerie and fully fashioned stockings to add to my collection. We’ll definitely get together again in the future I’m sure! Read all my stockings stories and watch my exclusive stockings movies and nylon pictures at my premium site here

I just closed the door on my new office, that’s right, an office all to myself! This is the type of work I enjoyed doing, being the temporary secretary to someone important - that usually means I get an office to myself and don’t have to sit in a crowded workplace with tons of others around me all day moaning and groaning about how their other halves have packed then salad for lunch rather than a tasty treat.

My leather chair awaited me so I didn’t delay any longer, I sat down on the comfy italian leather by the feel of things and sunk deep down into the curves of the chair! Oh yeah, that felt good. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the cool leather just taking in the scent of the desks mahogany wood and the smell of freshly cut paper sitting neatly in a pile on my desk.

Once I had relaxed for a bit I went in to meet the boss, his window looked out into my office so he beckoned me through when I had gotten used to the layout of the office and talked me through procedure and what my day to day tasks would be. Nothing particularly difficult in the to do list so I went back through my own office and got started on the days tasks ahead.

It wasn’t until a few hours later that I felt my thigh getting cold, I looked down to see that my stocking had slipped down my eg and was almost peeping out through my skirt. I instantly felt a wave of red flush my face and I bent over to fix my stocking. Somehow, it must have come unclipped from my garter.

I closed my office door not wanting any of the staff to see me hiking up my skirt and then locked it. I waded back over to my desk and sat down, unbeknown to me the blinds were very open to the bosses window and the boss was curiously watching what I was doing. I slowly pulled my skirt up, enough for my panties to poke through the gap and gently grasped the lace tip of the stocking, gently pulling it up my thigh. I moved my eyes to the side and looked through the window at my boses office, he was eyeing me up, his mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were glazed over - taking in all the details of my leg and smooth stockings.

Secretly I smiled and continued to watch him out of the side of my eyes and pulled up my stockings, my panty line was peeking out of the side of my skirt and I traced my hand up the side of my leg, caressing my stockings and smoothing out the creases as I pulled the stocking up my leg with my other hand…His face tightened as he strained over his desk to look out the window more, he wanted to see my whole leg. He’d just have to strain a little harder then wouldn’t he.

I stretched my leg out to pull my stocking up all the way and hiked my skirt up a little higher revealling my garter belt and the clips, I gently pried open the metal clasps and attached the stocking, I looked up and started at my boss knowingly, he quickly jumped back in his seat and quickly disappeared down on the floor with a loud bang, the wheels of his plush executive chair sticking up the air.

With a giggle I smoothed down my skirt, got up and knocked on his door asking if he was alright. “Yes fine thank you, that will be all” was the answer I was given with a small cough at the end, I chuckled with laughter and went to sit back at my own desk…What a good start to a new job! Read all about my stocking adventures and watch me in my exclusive stockings movies and pictures at my very own premium members site here.

Monday morning papers rustled and dreary faces lined the train. It was Monday rush hour and on an underground train you were always hard pressed to find a seat. I was leaning against a tall, cold shiny pole surrounded in suited men and women all on their way to the daily grind.

I however was not your typical suit woman. Instead of wearing tights I wore stockings, everybody I have ever met has had their own personal opinion on stockings and for the most part it’s a good one. I just love the way that the soft, smooth fabric rubs against my delicate skin, the way that they sit gently on my thighs and the way my toes rub together and are kept warm and cosy.

The train jerked me back and forth and my hands were tied up between my bag and my folders so I had no choice but to let my skirt ride up a little, I would just have to deal with the stares I knew I was going to get. I could feel my soft cotton skirt riding slowly up my ass, a soft cool breeze hit my crotch and it sent shivers down my spine.

I looked around the passengers trying to catch out whose heavy eyes I could feel upon me and there they were. A group of young men skulking in the corner of the train all had their young eyes glazed over and their minds focused on one thing, what was resting under my sweet short skirt.

I braced myself as the train went over a few bumpy patches. My jutting breasts bounced up and down as the train skidded to a halt at one of the stops. None of the young men left the train. I looked down at my legs, pretending not to notice their heavy, hot gazes. I stared at my soft, black, leather court shoes and watched them melt into my thick nylon stockings. I savoured the feel of the sweet fabric embracing my leg and closed my eyes.

When I opened them I noticed that the train was half empty and my stop was next. I took a seat near the door, being careful to avoid the half chewed gum that was places strategically in the middle of the seat. I laid my folders and my bag next to me and sorted my skirt that had slid up my legs for more than I had wanted it to.

I needed to adjust myself so I took the time to do it while the train was empty. Although the young men were still sitting in the corner their eyes could barely see what I was about to do. I hoisted up my skirt so that not only were the tips of my stockings showing but my soft silky panties were exposed as well. I moved the suspender clips back into the centre of my leg so that I was more comfortable then re-attached the harsh metal clasps to the soft black stockings, the silver glinting under the trains spotlights.

On the other leg I had to turn the stocking around so I peeled it off and sorted it by hand. As I was slipping the soft stocking back onto my leg I looked up to find one of the young men standing over me, as though he was wanting to tell me something. Apparently the train had stopped and I hadn’t noticed and the kind young man had got more than he had bargained for when he stepped around to where I was sitting, not that he minded of course.

I rushed my stocking back onto my delicate creamy leg as the young man stood standing in front of me. My stocking slipped on easily and I gathered my things and stood up, the young man steadied me before he walked away, a sly grin spread across his face.

It was a sunny day and I was quite looking forward to work. There were several handsome young men that worked in the office below mine who always made entering the building a happy Monday task.

The sun beat down on my head as I walked up to the lavishly decorated office building. For the next few months I was working as a leading accountants PA for a very well established law firm. The money was good and the company was even better.

After walking up the endless steps that lead into the building I picked up my ID badge from the reception desk and made my way to the elevator. As I stepped inside I was greeted by two young handsome men that worked at the floor beneath mine. I stepped into the lift and the two young men stood behind me, quietly gossiping between them.

I stood still watching the lights pass each floor slower than I remembered. I could hear the boys whispering behind me about my stockings, I looked down at my shoes, taking in what they were saying.

They were talking about my legs and the way that they curved at the backs of my knees. They talked about how black my stockings were against my creamy skin. They laughed at the way my hips swayed back and forth to the cheesy elevator music and they were wondering what lay under my tight, cotton skirt.

I felt their eyes move up and over my stockings, taking in every detail of the black nylon of stockings that they could before we reached their stopped which was just a few seconds away. I felt them shuffling to the front of the lift beside me and as the door opened and they walked out I felt two hands skiff the sides of my legs and ass and a giggle escape the mouth of two grown men.

I myself felt a giggle escape my mouth as the doors closed and the lift carried onto my floor. What a perfect way to start a Monday… Read all my stories and watch my exclusive movies and pictures at my very own site for premium members here.

I just thought I would tell you all about the time that I was coming home from London on the train after a really long, successful day of shopping. It was a warm summer’s evening and I had spent all day on my feet. I was shopping for myself in London and I had spent a lot of money on lots of lovely new clothes, shoes and sexy new stockings.

It was a relief to finally find a seat on the train and a place to stow all my bags. I began to relax as the train pulled away from the station and I had taken the weight off my feet. I love to wear heels, they are so sexy, but sometimes after wearing them for 12 hours walking around London I regret it!

I rested my feet on a bag which had my new Jimmy Choo’s in and looked around the carriage at all the gentlemen travelling home after a long day working in the city. The chap opposite me smiled and I saw him steal a long look at my stocking clad legs.

I was wearing some silky, sheer, fully fashioned stockings which I almost always wear, especially when trying on new clothes as they go with everything. I had on a little black pleated summery skirt and a summery floral blouse which I had unbuttoned to my cleavage.

I could see the man opposite me was really looking at every inch of me with great intent and really seemed to be admiring me. I had bought myself a glass of wine when the drinks trolley came round and started to feel a little less inhibited. The more passengers that got off on my way home, the more of myself I felt I could expose the the man opposite. I gradually unbuttoned a couple more blouse buttons and I gradually increased the gap between my legs and pulled my little skirt a bit higher.

He could now very easily see that I was wearing no panties and had a shaven pussy. He could easily see that I was wearing a sexy black and white satin suspender belt with metal clasps holding up my sexy stockings. He was looking very pleased that I was exposing myself especially for him and I could see his cock becoming very hard. Now this was a real turn on for me. I love to see men get really turned on when I do saucy things for them. It makes me even saucier! I tried my best to be as discreet as possible and that it was only he that could see what I was doing. It must be great to sit opposite a lady and really fancy her and to top it all off have her discreetly show you intimate parts of her body. He could easily see down my blouse at my full cleavage and my sexy satin plunge bra and he could easily see my sexy shiny wet pussy lips up my short skirt and my long slender legs that are encased in fully fashioned stockings. Stockings itself must be a treat to see. Not many ladies wear them these days.

I was getting very wet down below now and couldn’t wait to get home and relieve myself!

I felt so pleased after a wonderful day’s shopping, I did a great deed and flashed myself to an unsuspecting passenger. It’s so nice to make someone’s day. I got home that evening and stripped down to just my stockings and suspenders and heels and relieved my very wet pussy on my big welcoming leather sofa. Read more of my stockings adventures or watch my exclusive stockings movies and pictures on my site for premium members here

The morning rain tapped hard on my window. It’s what woke me up this morning. I was still groggy from the night before and just lay in bed thinking about the past week. My duvet covers were pulled up tight to my chin as the winter weather was coming in thick and heavy and the dull light of sunrise was just passing. My clock flashed ten am, great, early. I was still wearing my underwear from the night before - baby pink bra and panties set, with garters and a pair of baby pink stockings - Cuban heeled and straight seams down the back.

I closed my eyes and remember last night, I was a bunny girl! The works night out, or rather a leaving do for me at the work place I had been for the past month. The bosses decided to do things a little differently this time and made everyone who was attending dress up! That’s right, we all had to indulge in skimpy little outfits and costumes for the night. Mind you, I didn’t have a problem with that as I wouldn’t be going back there, not in the foreseeable future anyway - the joys of being an office temp I suppose.

Last night I was looking through my drawers when I found a short pink frilly skirt and new I had the top and underwear to match it, my heart was set on that outfit although I should have asked around as to what everyone else was wearing as I was dressed up kind far too revealing. I picked up a pair of bunny ears on the way home from work and made my own fluffy cotton ball tail!

When I got home I went straight to my wardrobe which had my suit already hanging! I jumped in the shower and made myself smell pretty and did my hair before getting the clothes and underwear on. I’m very funny about my lingerie, I like it done to perfection, you never know who’s going to get a peek up your panties these days.

I flopped down on the bed and started up at my ceiling before I got ready. I didn’t fancy leaving this job as I had got used to the people there but then that’s the downside as well as the plus. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad. Anyhow, I forgot about the bad bits and started to get excited about my party! It’s not often they throw a leaving do so it was time to make the most of it.

Jumping up of the bed I grabbed my outfit and ripped it off the hanger. I laid the pretty pink skirt over to the side and picked up my bra. Sliding it over my shoulders I slipped my breasts comfortable into the cups making sure my nipples were well tucked in and pushed the bra up a bit, giving me some boosted cleavage! I did the clips in at the back and turned around for my panties, they pink was so soft I almost missed it against my white bedsheets. They were low rise, full bottom coverage ones and fitted like a dream. I slid them up my smooth legs and settled them onto my hips, rubbing out the creases and fixing the little pink bow ties at the side so that they were straight.

Next up were my stockings, my most favored piece of lingerie. Some girls like corsets, bra’s, pantyhose - not me, I was a stockings girl. I sat down on the bed and lifted my left leg up. I smoothed the stocking down over my leg and shivered at the feeling of the soft warm nylon against my legs. I thought about wearing my pair of fishnets but they were far to bright a pink to wear to the night out. I rolled the stocking up gently, making sure that the heel was to the bottom and slipped my perfectly manicured foot in. I pulled the heel around my own and then slid the rest of the stocking gently up my leg, savoring the feel of the warm fabric on my clean, fresh skin. It feels like heaven to have stockings rub up my leg, I totally get of on it! Once the stocking was up to my thigh I picked up the garter from the bed and attached the stocking to my panties.

I sat back down on the bed, brushing my hair out of my face and lifted up my right leg, eagerly but gently all the same, I rolled the stocking to make sure I wouldn’t get any ladders in it, and aimed my foot inside. My toes gripped the fabric ad my heel slid into the ‘grip’ at the back and I slid the stocking up my leg, sorting the seam running up the back of the stocking into place - making sure it was centred. Nothing worse than having off centred stocking seams! I sat the stocking high up on my thigh and attached it with the white suspender to my panties. Once I was sure everything was in place I relaxed a little and let my legs dangle of the bed. I rubbed my hands over my thighs and just let the feeling wash over me…I then remember about my night out and rushed up to put my skirt on with a big smile on my face!

Picking up the frilly pink skirt, I slid it up over my stocking clad legs and settled it just about my pantie line! I slipped on my silk white blouse and strapped my fluffy cotton tail to my round perky ass. I fixed the floppy bunny ears I picked up at the shop to my head and grabbed my coat heading for the door.

A cold gust of wind brought me back to reality and I pulled the duvet covers back up to my neck and nuzzled my face in them, another two hours sleep wasn’t going to hurt, it was Saturday anyway! Read more of my stockings adventures or watch my exclusive stockings movies and pictures on my site for premium members here

A loud crack filled the room and all the office staff looked up. The light bulb had burst and smashed over one of the fax machines. There was some panic around the room but once everyone had seen what had happened they just got back on with their business and I seemed to be the only one concerned about cleaning up the glass and replacing the light bulb. The cleaners weren’t in for a few hours yet and I was thinking of the safety of the office staff, mainly me, what if I fell over in these heels and landed in the glass?!

I took it upon myself to hunt for the dust pan and brush and clean it up; I would also need a light bulb to replace the broken one. I stood up from my desk smoothing the creases out of my baby pink, woollen skirt and headed for the storage cupboard in search for the things I needed.

I walked across the office past the broken glass; I could hear small shards of glass crunch under my heels as I walked bravely across the office floor. People stared up at me wondering where I was going as they saw me head to the storage cupboard. My body was tense; all this attention was setting every nerve ending on edge. Everything was louder and brighter. I could feel my blouse shift on my shoulders with every stride, I could feel my skirt rest gently on my hips with every sway of my hips and I could feel my pink stockings grip my thighs with every fibre as I walked closer towards my destination.

The cupboard was dark and smelled like mould. I quickly found what I was looking for and made a dash for the safety of the office. My heels banged loudly when they shouldn’t have, the floor was carpeted. I picked up a waste paper bin and headed over to the desk with the broken glass. While some people kept themselves to themselves others thought it appropriate to stare at what I was doing, making me nervous enough to cut myself on a tiny shard of glass.

I crouched down on my heels, my skirt riding up to show the tips of my thick stockings and delicate thighs. I could feel the rush of blood to my cheeks and I was soon red with embarrassment. Without wanting to cause undue attention to myself I just got on with what I was doing. I could feel fresh air breeze up my skirt onto the soft cotton of my pink panties which sent shivers down my spine.

The brush was harsh against the carpet sending shards flying all over the place but I did the best I could with the tools that I had. My ass was starting to get cold, so were my thighs. The cool air tingled against my thighs and crotch. I swept up what I could before placing the large shards in the waste bin. I felt the heavy stares of some of the office workers; I caught their eyes staring at my legs hidden by my pink, detailed stockings. They were taking in every soft lined indented into my stockings, their eyes lifting up towards my ass where they could see my suspender clips glinting under the office spot lights.

After picking up the large shards that I could I decided that it was time for me to change the light bulb which unfortunately meant I had to stand on the desk, even with my heels I wasn’t tall enough to reach the tiled ceiling. I pulled out the chair from under the desk as prying eyes watched what I was up to, not one of them offered to give me help, they just stared at my legs and hoped I would flash some flesh.

I carefully hoisted myself up onto the table and steadied myself before looking up, my heels shook under me as sweat lined my forehead. I looked up to where the light was, there was the base of the light bulb still stuck in the fixture so I had to gently take it out, being careful not to cut myself again.

I stretched up and felt my clothes ride up with me, my skirt reached new heights and the not only did the tips of the stockings flash the office but the soft pink of my cotton panties got a show as well. I didn’t stop though, the quicker that I got this light bulb in the quicker that I could get down and get back to work. Gasps filled the office as I almost slipped and fell down of the table and it was only then that two of the kind gentlemen in the office came over to steady me, I think that they were more interested in getting a look up my skirt more than anything else.

I screwed the light bulb into the hole and let go of the breath I never knew I was holding when it was done. As I let myself slink back down I felt my clothes go down with me and the two young gentlemen walked away in disappointment their hopes of more flesh shattered just like the previous light bulb.

I hopped down of the table and glanced around at the other workers. Their heads all dipped back down to their computers and I brushed my hands down my skirt and headed back to my desk, leaving the brush and dustpan where they lay. I sat down and smiled to myself knowing that I went above and beyond the call of duty today and wondered what other perks of the job tomorrow was going to have in store for me. For all my exclusive stockings content visit my premium site here

After hushing the group of young men joking around in the corner of the room I got back to doing what I do best, playing secretly on the computer when I should be working. The library was quiet today so there was not much that needed done, there was some odd filing pieces and some faxes to be sent but nothing major. This month I had been placed in a library administration team.

I snapped shut the book on the front of the desk, a book that was left there by a young boy who decided that Peter Rabbit was too young for him and he could no longer keep the book as he was a big boy now. His mother had asked if we could take the book as a donation and the boy wore a cheesy smile on his face, like he was doing someone a great big favour. The library welcomed donations but it just made more paperwork and filing for us first hand staff.

The library was painted in a dull green. I think when the couple who opened this places decided to have it decorated they must have been against colour. Everything screamed out plain and tasteless. The book shelves were even painted that disgusting green colour and the only bright thing that could be found was a computer screen. Computers littered every bare wall and desk. IT is the new in thing so the library thought it would kit itself out with some up to date technology.

Today was my turn to stack the shelves. I had tried to get out of it complaining of a sore leg but the boss just looked at my heels and politely stated that if I could wear them to work with a sore leg I could stand on a ladder and put books on a shelf. I made a mental note to myself at the time not to wear heels as high as these to work again, especially if I was going to need an out clause at some point of the day.

The list of books that needed putting back on the shelves grew larger as the day went on. Policy has it that you are not supposed to put the books back on the shelves until the end of the day but with the initiative I have, and the knack for getting into bother, I decided to lighten the load and took a pile of books to their category shelves and started to put them back up.

The hard part came when I needed to reach the top shelf. My heels were high but they weren’t that high. I needed the step ladder, something that wasn’t as discreet as books. I had to be quick not to get caught. The library just happened to be silent so my noisy heels echoed of the library walls. My pace quickened as I dragged the step ladders through the aisles to the one where I needed it. It squeaked loudly as I pulled it across the floor.

Today was not the best day for me to be climbing a ladder. I was wearing a soft pink blouse and a short black, pleated skirt. My hair was tied back in a loose pony tail and my make up was only slightly applied. I was fresh and innocent today as opposed my to erotic and sexy look I usually wear. I did of course wear my stockings; they are one piece of clothing I couldn’t live without. Today I wore a baby pink pair with small zigzag lines running through the soft fabric. I remembered putting them on this morning before I left. I imagined the soft feel of them material under my fingertips as I dragged them up my legs. I felt my toes press against the tight cloth in my shoes. The stockings sat neatly on the tops of my thighs while cold metal clasps dug into the lace material that lined the top of them so that they would stay on. I almost put a ladder in them, they are that delicate. The sheer material shone under the soft dim of the library lights. They were thin and smooth and made my legs look as innocent as I was trying to be.

The ladder lay steadily against the bookshelves; luckily I was light so there was little chance of them falling over. I could hear murmuring in the background as my first foot touch the ladder steps. It was the young boys in the corner of the room peering at me from behind their university study books. It was obviously not their books that they were studying.

Despite the distraction I carried on, ignoring the smirks and the silent dog whistles that sounded in the background. I gripped the ladders fiercely with one hand while I held the books in a tray with the other and lifted both feet onto the first step. I just had to climb another six or so steps and I was there. By the time I had reached the tops of the stairs my skirt had ridden up and was barely covering my ass. The boys behind me had a good stare as the lacy tips of my stockings were in full view and if they came any closer they would not only be seeing the sexy stockings but also the soft pink panties to go with them.

Their eyes were fixated on my long, slender legs. I stretched up to put some of the books on a higher shelf and it was like watching puppies watch their favourite toy. Their tongues were hanging out of their mouths and their lips were very wet. Each of the young men’s eyes took in every detail of my stockings and pleated skirt. Their eyes traced the smooth zigzag lines that were etched into the soft material and lustfully looked up the backs of my toned legs to my ass.

I don’t think a hurricane could have torn their eyes away. Once all the books were in place I smoothed down my skirt hiding the tips of the stockings form the young men’s eyes. I could hear small pangs of disappointment as I slid my skirt down my legs to cover my lacy thighs. I could feel the heated gaze of each boy race over me wondering what to take in next. Just one moment ago they were laughing at me for climbing the ladder, now they would shut up just to keep me there.

As I slid my skirt down I slipped my hands onto my legs to catch a warm feeling from my stockings. I shivered as the soft nylon skimmed my fingertips and sent the boy’s eyes into over drive. I let my shoulders relax a little as I skimmed my fingertips over my thighs and knee’s. I embraced the feel of the smooth yet rough feeling of my stockings as I stood taller than everyone in the library and was being watched by some very good looking youths.

It didn’t take long for me to get back to reality that’s for sure. It was barely five minutes since I had dragged the ladder but the boss was standing at the base of the ladders screaming for me to come down, and of course, looking up my skirt. His eyes also fixated on my stockings but I think his interested laid mainly in my silky, pink panties that were almost, but not quite, hidden by my skirt. I jumped down of my ladder and my boss kindly pointed out I had a sore leg and maybe I shouldn’t do that anymore.

Walking back to my desk I almost melted at the knees. I could feel the nylon material rubbing in between my legs making me go crazy. The soft fabric rubbed against my inner thighs as I shook my ass and swayed my hips back to my desk. The young men stared on, anxious to see if I was grabbing more books to put back on the shelves, watching my legs and my ass like hawks. I had to disappoint them however, as I sat back down I could literally feel their breath rushing out form their mouths, breaths I’m sure they didn’t even know they were holding until now.

I sit back down on the chair and crossed my sexy legs over, my shoes dangling in mid air. I loved the way that the stockings rubbed against each other; they made my legs shake and my back shiver. I looked over to the young men in the corner as see them gathering up their books to leave. My guess is that they had had enough excitement for one day, and if I was lucky they may even come back tomorrow. To see all my exclusive stocking content visit sabrinas stockings here

It was quite a while ago that I decided that while I was in London, that I’d visit a Soho ‘cinema’. I was with a male friend of mine and we’d been in London for the day just shopping and enjoying a day out together.

It was summer and a gorgeous hot day. I was wearing a sexy floral dress. It was quite short and I was wearing stockings with it. When I sat down, you could just about see the sexy stocking tops. I had on a pair of strappy sandals and through them, you could see the slightly darker colour of the reinforced toes and the heels.

I had a few whistles from men that day as I’d walked by and that’s a great feeling, knowing that lots of men find you attractive. It seems such a shame that when there are hundreds of sexy ladies, that could look fabulous if they thought about their appearance more. They seem to think they look acceptable in jeans and baggy t shirts.

I love to wear sexy floral dresses in the summer and only wish it was hot all year round!

It was early evening and my friend and I popped into a trendy bar for a couple of glasses of wine before we went into the cinema, a glass of wine always makes me feel a little more daring!

We finished our drinks and headed for the cinema. Paid our subs to get in and ordered another drink. We sat down at the bar and pretty much straight away, loads of guys seemed to come in. It was getting really busy, so we thought we’d head straight in to see the film. The film was quite sexy actually. The girl in it looked a little like me and was wearing a pair of fully fashioned stockings and a sexy matching set of black lingerie. She was with two guys and was giving them a lot of pleasure!!

I was feeling really sexy myself and slid my hand up my skirt. As I did so, you could very easily see my lean, stocking clad legs and my stocking tops. You saw my sexy satin suspender belt holding up my stockings and it’s metal clasps. I was wearing a pair of see through white lace panties which my friend removed. He was really hard after touching me. He put my panties in his pocket after smelling the crotch.

It wasn’t long before the cinema was packed and there were at least 20 men surrounding us. Watching what we’d do and whether they might see us perform for them. They were all looking up my floral skirt and some were saying how beautiful my legs were and how they’d love to stroke them. I was so horny and feeling so sticky ‘down there’ that I let a few of the men touch my legs and feel how sexy they felt with the silky stockings on. One guy was about 60 and was just running his fingers over a metal clasp and was wanking right next to me. Soon all the guys surrounding us were pulling out their hard cocks and wanking. My male friend too, was whispering to me saying that he couldn’t wait to get me back to our hotel room so that he could be with me in private and he told me all the things he’d do to me. That sent me over the edge and I orgasmed so quickly!

One of the men opposite me had cum unexpectedly over my top. I wiped it away but knew it’d turn me on later knowing there were still traces of someone’s cum there.

It was getting really crowded in the cinema and the men were getting too close now and expecting maybe a little more than what I was prepared to do. We decided to leave, but just before we opened the exit door, a man came up to me and pushed a fifty pound note down my cleavage and begged me to take off my stockings so that he could take them home.

Well, I had plenty more of these particular stockings at home and I had a spare pair in the hotel room to wear the next day so, I sat back down, took each sandal off and carefully unclasped each stocking and slowly rolled each one off. I felt sexy with bare legs too! I slipped off my suspender belt and put it in my jacket pocket and put my sandals back on. The guys left loved watching me sexily remove my stockings and I spotted a couple more men cum over the floor! I handed over my stockings to the guy who I must say was eternally grateful, and my friend and I left the cinema.

We walked back to our hotel and on the way there stopped to buy a bottle of champagne with my recently acquired 50 pound note. I won’t tell you what happened next, I’ll leave that to your imagination!!