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I just love shopping for stockings and clothes

Wednesday, September 24th, 2014

Shopping has always been a hobby of mine. I like to do it when the mood takes me and there is nothing better than a huge shop at my fingertips, bulging at the seams with wonderful, brightly coloured clothes and gifts for me to lavish my cash on. Temping was fun and paid well so I was perfectly suited in my job.

As I walked in, the annoying floor attendants that squirted perfume over you everywhere you walked bombarded me. I rushed through them all dying to get to the clothes section. Clothes were my hobby, in particular, stockings. I love to wear ultra sexy stockings; it doesn’t matter if they are black, white, plain or patterned. I just love the way that the soft fabrics cling to my legs and keep them protected from the harsh winter winds and summer sun. I also find them extremely sexy and erotic. I enjoy the way they chafe at my inner thighs and the soft lacy tips rub together near my crotch.

In auto-pilot I walked over to the stockings section. It was a unisex store but I didn’t mind men looking at me while I was buying stockings, I just didn’t like them seeing me try them on! I take forever to put a stocking on. I slow down and feel the nylon or cotton or whatever kind of fabric the stocking is made out of, glide up my leg, over my knee and onto my thigh. I fiddle sensuously with the suspender clips making sure they are sitting in just the right position before standing up to look at them. Then I lay my eyes over every detail of the stocking, taking in every single indent on them, savouring the feel of them on my legs and the way they rubbed over my sensitive skin.

My eyes wandered over the vast rows of stocking, all packed neatly in their boxes with a hole at the front so that their patterns could be seen. I love to look at all the colours and feel the patterns with my fingers before trying them on. I always tried on stockings even though I didn’t need to as it was obvious they would fit. I just like to get my personal kicks.

I walked over to the reds. I was wearing a red suit today and thought it best to buy something to match. My legs were bare at the moment, I hadn’t wore any stockings today with the thoughts of buying new ones! My eyes fell upon a gorgeous pair of shimmering red, diagonally patterned red stockings. They had small glittery bit running through the fabric and they had diagonals patterned on them. They were also very fine rather than the thick style I am used to wearing.

I picked them up and went into the changing rooms, they were also unisex. I passed by several empty cubicles. However, they weren’t all empty. One of them had a woman, I would guess in her mid forties, trying on some skirts. The other had a young man trying on a new suit. He was devilishly handsome and I blushed and walked into the cubicle opposite his.

My hands traced over the silver box that held the stockings. My bag fell to the floor and I hoisted my skirt up before slipping of my red, leather, high heeled shoes. My legs were creamy and very delicate. My skin tingled in anticipation of the stocking and my hands trembled as I opened the box. The red stockings fell on my lap in a bundle, wrapped around some cardboard to keep them in place. I gathered the first one up in my hands and ran it over my fingertips, gently caressing the thing material. I pried it open gently with my fingers, being careful not to damage it. As I leant down to put it on my foot I knocked the curtain and it opened slightly, but enough so that the young man opposite me could see everything that I was about to do and I had no idea that he could.

Unbeknown to me he took a seat against the wall and watched me try on my stockings. His eyes lying heavily on my legs and he took deep, shallow breaths. I didn’t hear a thing, or see a thing for that matter. I carried on as normal, taking my time to ease the stocking up over my foot and calf. I sat it on my knee while I smoothed it over my toes and up over my leg. I then carried on lifting it up over my knee on onto my thigh. My hands fumbled around for the suspender clips and gripped the harsh clasps before sticking them onto the stocking. As I do so I threw my head back and let my hands wander over my leg with the stocking on, it felt wonderful and highly erotic but little did I know that I had prying eyes.

As I picked up the second stocking I pulled it open enough to let my manicured toes slip in. As I did so I felt the fine, yet scratchy material slide up my legs and onto my thighs. My lips were trembling and my mouth was really wet. I licked my lips, my saliva acted as gloss as the lights shone down on me. I was just tilting my head back when I noticed that my curtain was open and that I had a peeping Tom. My face went scarlet and I threw the curtains closed!

I whipped of the stockings and stuffed them back in the box, rushing to the checkouts. As I left the changing room the stranger was gone but my body filled with dread as I saw him standing at the check out with his suit in hand. I bowed my head as I stood behind him and put my stockings in the basket that was next in line to his.

As the cashier was ringing up his suit, his hands moved quicker than lightening and picked up the stockings from my basket. “These too” he said to the cashier. She flashed her piercing eyes at him while I stared on in shock. He just smiled. The cashier rang up the goods and sent us on our way.

I stopped following him at the front door and tapped him on the shoulder, “Any chance I can have my stockings please?” I asked him my eyes still wide in shock! He looked at me, the stockings in his hand and then back at me. A big grin just flashed over his face and he walked out of the store leaving me standing without the stockings that I had tried on, those stockings were in his hands and heading to his home. I just stood and watched as that stranger walked away with my intimate apparel, oh well, I turned on my heels and went back to the stockings section. Just another excuse to try some more stockings on! Read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

Flashing my stockings and panties on the London underground

Wednesday, September 17th, 2014

Today was my big adventure! I was going to take the tube to work today, for those of you who don’t know that is, it’s the underground train system. I’ve been warned of it for over a year but seeing as I wasn’t going into work at rush hour this morning and didn’t need leave till 11am I figured I’d just hop on one of them rather than grab the bus. First time for everything right…

It was a reasonable warm day so the tube station wasn’t so cold. I had to go down the escalators to get to my platform and wait on the speeding train. I sat down on an empty bench with my handbag at my side waiting or the train to come. Wonder if it was timely, unlike the buses.

Well, to my surprise, the train arrived on time and was occupied by only two people! I was shocked, apparently they are always, always busy. Oh well more space for me then. I hopped on quickly before the doors shut on me and grabbed a seat facing the windows, the couple that were already on the train were front facing, they could see me and I could see them out of the corner of my eye.

They were a middle aged couple, a man and his wife by the looks of things. Both dressed in suits and ready for the day ahead just like I was. I couldn’t the wifes legs but she probably didn’t have on what I was thinkg. Stockings. I wear them everyday, I just love the feel of them as they grip my thigh and elongate my legs. The sheer silk brushes against my soft smooth legs and send tingles down my spine. I always get excited thinking about stockings but today, heaven forbid, mine were starting to irritate me.

It was hot outside so hot down here too and my legs were starting to sweat under the silken cladding that covered my legs. They weren’t as bad as pantyhose would be but stockings can get very, very hot. I decided it’d be best if I took them of until I got home later. Of course, they were thigh highs and that meant riding my skirt up a little to unclip the garters. The problem being the other man and lady in the carriage with me. I could just stand up, pull up my skirt and hike my stockings down, not just for the sake of the attention but I might rip them and I couldn’t do that! These were fully fashioned luxury silken stockings with reinforced heel and toe! One of my favorites pairs. I’d have to be discreet.

I waited until the woman looked out the window and her partner looked down at his feet, they noticed I was on the train but hadn’t paid much attention to me. I slowly started to ride my skirt up my leg, being careful as not to grab their attention. Unbeknown to me the husband lifted his eyes up and watched me with his head bowed to the floor.

Gently and slowly I pulled the stocking up further, I felt someone staring at me but when I looked up the wife and husband were sitll looking elsewhere or so I thought. I moved my hands round to my left leg and slowly rimmed my fingers around the stocking tip till I came to the garter at the back, softly, I unclipped it and removed the garter from the belt slipping it into my bag. I did the same with the front garter being careful not to mark or rip my beautiful, precious stockings.

Next to come of was the stocking. I quickly slipped my hand up my skirt, grasping the lace at the top and gently rolled it down my leg. I could feel a hot, heavy gaze on me but when I looked up the husbands head was still down and the wife had laid her head back on the seat with her eyes closed. There was no one else in the carriage. Shaking it off I continued sliding the stocking down my leg gently, loving the feel of the soft silk slide over my legs. There were a light 10 denier and felt like heaven to touch.

When I got to my shoe I undid the ankle strap and slipped my toes out of my show, the reinforced heel and toe sections were darker than the rest of the stocking and stood out nicely. I pulled the stocking quickly over my toe and folder the stocking up slipping it into my bag. After stuffing my bare toes back into my shoes I redid the ankle strap and sat up straight again, making sure no one was watching me. I was so naive.

I moved my hands round to my other leg and sipped the garters of the same way as before, takng great care not to damage my wonderful stockings. I ran my hand up and down the length of my leg before letting my fingers find the top of my stocking and roll it gently down my soft skin. I closed my eyes, taking my time to pull the stocking of, I wanted to feel the silk run down my body like warm water and I shivered all over just moving the stocking down my leg. Mmmmm, it felt so good but there was that heavy pressure in the back of my neck which kept telling me someone was watching me. Read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

Secretary who is late for work today. Again!

Thursday, September 11th, 2014

I checked my watch, I was late but what was new. Work started at nine and I tended to arrive about ten minutes after that but it wasn’t my fault, public transportation in this place is terrible. The bus was late or the taxi got caught in traffic, I know I could get up earlier but my bed is just too comfy for that.

Today I took the bus to work, but still had to walk a block to reach the office. The street was crammed with people all making their way to their office buildings and getting ready for the day ahead. I strutted as quickly as I could but the crowds were just too much so I swam with the fishes and took my time.

When I reached the office doors relief swept over me but that was soon shadowed with anxiousness as I saw the boss at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me. He looked angry but his face softened as soon as I got closer. He ordered me to his office, and I, the measly office temp obeyed his command.

I got to the office before he did and made myself comfortable on the guest seats. They were comfortable enough but not as comfy looking as his plush executive leather chair, it went back and forward and sideways too. I dashed up from my chair and ran around the desk to his, or rather I hobbled around the desk to his chair, my heels were too high for me to run in!

I saw down in his chair, the leather was cool against my black silk skirt and the chill seeped through the fabric till it reached my bottom. I lay back and crossed my legs, picking up a pen and twirled it at my mouth. I could get used to this, being the bossman, sitting in the big chair and ordering all the little temps around. Shame it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, in saying that though I do love my job, travelling around different offices and meeting new people. Never in the same place for too long!

I heard the door knob click and before I coul hobble back round to the side of the table that I should have been on the big scary bossman was through the door with his eyes glazing at me. Oops. He placed his hands on his hips and started to tap his feet, this wasn’t going to be good.

His mouth started to move and lecture me about my lateness and my blatant disregard for the rules but I was to busy staring at him, watching his perfectly sculpted lips move and his muscly chest flex when he shifted from side to side. I felt my nipples grow taught in my white silk bra and my arousal started to seep through into my panties. They were silk, my wetness was going to stain!

I stood up from his chair, feeling my sheet white, seamed stockings rub against each other, and walked towards him. I put my hand up to my hair and looked up at him with my big round eyes and pleaded how sorry I was. My hand started to drop from my hair down the curves of my body till it got to the bottom of my skirt where I rubbed the silk in between my fingers, all the while pleading with him not to complain to the agency, a girl like me couldn’t afford to live without my cushy temp job…

His face softened and his eyes dipped to my fingers as they caressed my skirt, slightly drawing it up and revealing my lacey stocking tips and metal garter clips. His eyes snapped back up into his head and he looked back at my face, sweat starting to form on his brow. I smiled as innocently as I could, my eyes doing that “I’m a helpless little girl” look that all we women seem to be capable of.

He stopped staring and walked around me to his chair, shaking his head. He warned me not to be late again and just let me of with the oral warning. I was a lucky girl. I thanked him with my most sweetest voice and trottedo out of his office towards my desk. Another day, another escape! I’m glad I have legs, breasts and those puppy dog eyes of mine! Read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

Do I wear stockings even on a Sunday?

Tuesday, September 2nd, 2014

Sundays are the worst day of the week. It is the last day of the weekend and you know that Monday, tomorrow, is the first day of the week which means back to work. Sunday is also the day to get my housework done. The cleaning, ironing and washing all sorted in just one day.

As usual with every Sunday morning I get up and slip into my sexy little silk chemise. I trot downstairs and head straight to the kettle, nothing screams Sunday morning better than coffee. I grab my mug and fill it with two sugars, I like life sweet. Once the coffee is made, I like mine white by the way, it is time to head back upstairs and get the shower on. I throw myself up the stairs and start to pick out today’s clothes, although I never tend to go anywhere on Sundays I still feel the need to get dressed.

I make my way over the chest of drawers and open the top one, it creaks as it opens. All the oil must have worn off as this is my favourite drawer. This is my lingerie drawer. As soon as I open it I smell bursts of lavender from the drawer freshener I got last month for my birthday. It keeps the lingerie fresh and scented. I raid about until I find the few items that I am looking for. I pick out the sapphire blue bra with the lace cups, the dark blue silk panties and the midnight blue Italian lace stockings.

I make my way towards the shower room. I slip out of my black sexy number and let it fall to the marbled floor. I test the water in the shower my perfectly manicured toes to make sure that it isn’t too hot. I slip one arm in just to make sure and then the rest of me follows.

I stand under the pressure of the shower, the water hitting my back in fierce beats. I stand and dip my hand back, exposing my delicate throat and neck. My hair gets soaked and detangles in the water as it flows through my hair, every bead of water putting back the moisture which day to day life rids my hair of. I run my hands through my hair shaking out the water as I bring my head back down to look down towards my feet. The white marble base of the shower shines back at me from below. My feet covered in water, the water working its way up to my ankles but it never gets there.

I find the soap and rub my body all over with it; intimate places get soaped as well as places on plain view every day. I take great care in making sure my body is well rinsed and moisturized. I smell the soap on my skin and it makes me tingle, its lavender which at the moment seems to be my favourite smell. I make sure I am thoroughly clean before leaving the shower. I grab a towel and wrap myself in it before I catch the cold and head of to the bedroom. I steady my self against the drawers while I start to dry myself with the towel.

I start at my hair; I gently ease the towel through my hair careful not to pull it. I pat my hair gently with the towel. I softly dry my face, neck and throat making sure everywhere is dry in that area before moving on. I get to my breasts, I take the towel gently and wrap it over them and rub over the towel, paying attention to under my breasts. I lift them up and pad the towel under where they would usually sit. I drop my breasts back down so that they are in the position they should be. I gently rub my tummy, taking care to make sure that my back is getting dried at the same time. I lower the towel to my hips and waist padding as I go. I work my way down towards my intimate female area where I gently rub the towel making sure that I am dry before starting on my legs. I bend over slightly, the arc of my back looking sexy as ever. I work from the thigh down, rubbing and patting every square inch of my leg to make sure they are ready for what is to come next. I lay the towel on the dresser and made my way to the bed.

I sat myself on the edge of the bed fumbling about with the underwear until I found the blue silk panties. I look at them; they shined in the bedroom light like a dark star. Slipping the panties on each foot, I stood up so that I could gently tug them on, they barely covered my backside but no one would be here today so I could walk around naked if I pleased. I sorted the panties and then sat back down on the bed. The bra shone at me next, with its soft, delicate lace cups. I picked it up and positioned it over my shoulders gripping each breasts with my hand and inserting them into the cups. I adjusted each breast individually and closed the clasp on the front of the bra. In untwisted the top strap and then headed for the stockings.

Stockings are my favourite part of lingerie. They give a woman power and sex appeal. I stared at my stockings. I’ve had them for just less than one year. They have done well to last me this long as I tend to ladder my stockings. I picked up the first stocking and gently fixed it and sorted it so that my feet wouldn’t catch the sides and rip it. The lace felt smooth under my fingertips, and felt even better under my toes. The lace simply glided over my well moisturized legs and eased up my leg without any trouble. It went straight over the knee and up to the panties. I picked up the next stocking. I stared at the blue lace fabric, it was soft and delicate and I held it up to my face rubbing it against my pure skin. I took it down to my toes and gently inserted them into the stockings hole. I eased the stocking up my leg gracefully and attached both of the stockings to the suspender clips, they are metal and cold but I’m sure the will soon heat up. I headed back to the dresser drawers, picked up my coffee and headed downstairs once more.

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Someone saw my stockings in the elevator at work

Thursday, August 28th, 2014

I was in the office and it was nearly closing time, I had been shuffling papers and filing documents all day and I was tired.  I just wanted to go home.  I had to wait until five o clock though.  I busied myself until then; tidying up here and there and making it look as though I was actually working even though I wasn’t.  Then five o clock came and I was home free.  Now I just had to get downstairs before everyone else!

I jumped in the elevator before everyone else to get down the twenty floors on my building; some people actually walked those steps every day.  I preferred the lift.  I watched the elevator close its doors as people scrambled their way to the exits in every corner of the room.  I could now look forward to going home and curling up in front of the television with a pizza.

I decided to help things along by taking off a few items before I got home so I wouldn’t have to worry before throwing myself on the couch.  I looked down and knew that my stockings should be the first to go.  The elevator moves reasonably slowly so I thought I’d be able to get away with it.

I pulled my skirt up, exposing my legs wrapped in black lacy stockings.  I undid the metal clasp on the suspenders that was holding the stockings tight on my leg, without those then the stockings would be at my ankles.  I hooked the clips onto my panties and took hold of the left stocking, savouring the feel of the dark lace under my fingertips.  I swirled my fingers over the fine material and slipped the stocking down my thigh and over my knee.  I slipped my shoe of and then pulled the stocking from the toes.  It slid of with great ease.  I ran my hands back up my legs and replaced my shoe.  I moved onto the other leg.  I ran my hands up and down the smooth fabrics feeling the sexy indentations the lace made.  It was patterned with lines, soft straight lines.  I trailed my finger around the rim of the stocking while glancing at the elevator lights making sure I wasn’t too close to the bottom floor.  I was only half way there.  I ran my hands slowly down my leg, feeling every indent and imprint in the material, they were relatively new so they were still smooth and didn’t have any snags or catches on them.  I went back to the top of the stocking and slid my thumb and finger under the material and gently eased the stocking down my leg.  I worked my way past my knee and down my calves, I slipped the shoe off and then off came the stocking.

I was getting close to the ground so hurriedly put the stocking in my bag.  The bag was too full so I stuffed the stocking down as for as it would go and lay a few other times on top of it.  I gathered up my shoes and placed them on each foot.  I steadied myself before reaching the ground floor making sure I was neat and didn’t look as though I had been playing around in the elevator.  I gathered my footing; I didn’t want to trip on my way out the elevator and quickly went over my hair and make up.  I finally got to the bottom floor and the doors opened, there were several people in the building still but I calmly made my way to the main door peeping out of the corner of my eye for any suspicious looks.  One of the gentlemen I was working with come up behind me and whispered in my ear to check my bag.  I looked down and saw my stocking hanging out the bag.  My face went eight different shades of red and I walked out of the office with the remainder of the staff giggling away at me.  Next time I come to work I think I will be bringing a bigger bag! read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

My dinner date with a gentleman who just loves stockings

Sunday, August 24th, 2014

I was sitting on the bus to work thinking about the usual things in life, hair make up, lingerie etc. It was a Friday and was looking forward to the weekend. Fridays are always the best day at work for me as I get to finish early, being an office temp I got that luxury but it was one of only a few luxuries I did have when it came to work. The bus seat was uncomfortable and when we went up and down over cracks in the road my skirt kept riding up, so I forever had to perch up and sort my skirt before the old man sitting across from me stole a peek.

My bus finally got to my stop and I made my way down the stairs and onto the street. It was a lovely day, the sun was hot and the sky was clear. I headed down the street to the office. My shoes were clacking against the ground, my stockings protecting my feet from the harsh consequences that high heels provided. My stockings also protected my legs from sunburn. I use these excuses every day just so I can feel the soft material of stockings grace my legs. I love the feel of walking when I’m wearing stockings; it’s like rubbing my legs against silk. The feeling is sensuous and erotic. When I walk and my stockings rub together it is like electricity between my legs. I love the sensation of the suspender clips gently nibbling away at my inner thighs, my panties rubbing against my body when I move and the way that stockings make me feel like a woman in power.

I walked into the building oozing confidence. I used the lift to get to the middle floor; I was not walking up stairs in heels. I was wearing my black ones today to match my black Yves saint Lauren suit. I wore a deep red shirt underneath my suit jacket. My lingerie was scarlet red. My bra was made of lace and the cups were moulded. The straps were thin and the cups sat in a half moon shape supporting my firm breasts. My panties were silk, they were the colour of blood and felt like heaven to wear. I stared at them lying on my sheets this morning and against the whiteness they stood out like a bright light. My suspenders match the colour of my panties. My stockings were scarlet red in colour. They were made of Lycra and the sheer material shone in the sun glinting through the building windows. Once I started walking through the office I was getting funny looks, some good, and some bad. It seemed as though some of the staff weren’t used to their colleagues wearing stockings to work.

I eased myself down at my desk, the desk I was designated for my several weeks here. Some of the women in the office looked at me shocked while some of the men looked with lust. Their eager eyes telling me that I looked good enough to eat. I crossed over my legs and this caught their attention further. My skirt slid up just enough that they could see they were definitely stockings and not tights. Their eyes were glued to the tops of my thighs, that was until I stood up to sort myself out. I did not want to set a bad example in my first week. My skirt was shorted that it was supposed to be for work and as a result of that the tips of my stockings showed, my colleagues catching the glint of my metal suspenders if they looked the right way. I crossed over my legs, quickly flashing my panties and bemusing the men sitting opposite me who could see under the desk. They eyes lit up with a sex appeal that I hadn’t seen in a long while. I enjoyed the reaction it got but thought it best to keep myself to myself for now.

The day past relatively quickly despite the mornings rush. I was glad to see the clock strike one, which meant lunch time! I made my way back to the elevator and squeezed in beside one of the gentlemen I was working with. I stood on the left and he was on the right, I looked at the lights on the lift but he was looking at my legs. To be honest I couldn’t blame him, my stockings were very sexy. He eyed me up from top to bottom. He stared at my thighs, his thoughts lingering on what my skirt was covering. He eyed his way down to my knees, staring at the curve under my knee. I felt his glare move down past my calf and rest on my feet. The lift hit the ground floor and the noise brought him back to the real world.

I made my way out of the lift and towards the cafeteria, not many offices had one so I made good use of this one. I waited in the queue to get myself some sandwiches. It wasn’t too long but I’m just impatient. After being served I headed to one of the seats in the corner where I could just watch everyone. I was sitting by myself of course; I didn’t want to make friends as I would be moving on soon.

I was eating my sandwiches when the gentleman from the lift sat two tables behind me with another one of our colleagues. They were muttering under their breath so I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I did however feel the burden of heavy gazes resting on me. I calmly ate my sandwich, pretending that I didn’t know they were stealing a look. I saw in the reflection of the window near me they were looking me up and down and obviously talking about the good bits. Again the skirt I was wearing was showing more than I had hoped for. As I sat down, in a wild bid to prevent the tips of my stockings show I pulled my skirt down and the tops of my panties were in full view. This obviously needed fixing. I stood up gracefully, pretending that I was looking for my handbag. While doing so, I sneakily adjusted my skirt and sat back down. Of course doing this meant the top of my stockings were on show and the men from the office got more for lunch than they had hoped. Their eyes sat still on my thighs, they were breathing in tune to my pulse. Watching the stockings as they sat there, doing nothing apart from making my legs look sexy. Their eyes were full of something and it wasn’t the Friday afternoon joy. I rubbed my legs together under the table and I swear that one of the men winced in anticipation. My legs bounced with every move I took exciting the gentlemen further. After devouring my sandwich, with a sexy pout on my lips the whole time I felt that it was time to put the men out of their misery and let them concentrate on their lunch.

I stood up, their eyes followed. I felt the stockings rub between my legs and my walk turned into a provocative swagger. The sensation of the stockings rubbing at the top of my thighs was unbearable. I felt the suspender clips teasingly scrape my skin, sending shivers up my spine. I emptied my food tray and headed back to the elevator.

Standing in the elevator all alone gave me the chance to feel my stockings, run my hands up and down the smooth fabric, savouring every last minute of it before I had to return to my bleak work. It felt as though water would barely touch the stockings, the material is so smooth that the water would just glide off. I felt the suspenders under my skirt; they were cold to the touch. The metal was tight and held my stockings in place; I didn’t want them to be falling down around my ankles especially at work.

I heard the lift starting to shudder which meant I was nearly at my floor; I gave my stockings one last run over with my hands, memorizing the feel under my fingers. The elevator dinged just as I stood up. I walked back to my desk and sat down, waiting for the clock to strike five so that I could head home. That is what my day is all about, hoping for the clock to strike four o clock.

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Changing my stockings on the bus

Tuesday, August 19th, 2014

I was on my way to work. As usual I was in a different office this week than last week and it was on the other side of town, too expensive for a taxi so I had to take a bus. I got up in the morning as per usual, turned on the shower and headed downstairs for the mail. After making myself a coffee I jumped in the shower to freshen myself up for the day ahead.

After getting out the shower I headed over to the cupboard to choose my suit for the day. I decided on a red wool floaty skirt, and fitted jacket. A white blouse underneath the jacket complimented the outfit just nicely. I headed over the chest of drawers next to pick out the day’s lingerie. I opted for a soft red, moulded cup bra, a pale red pair of panties and suspenders and my soft red stockings.

I headed over to the bed to get dressed. I let the towel slip of me, it hit the floor with a thud. I lent over and picked up the bra. I gently placed each breast inside the cups the strapped the bra on around my back. It was one of my favourite bras. After sorting out my top half I made my way down to the bottom. I slipped on my pale red lacy panties, each leg slipping through each hole with beautiful fluidity and grace. I placed them on my hips where they should be and looked down on the bed.

My stockings lay there; pale in colour but bright against the luminous white of my bed sheets. It was as though they were floating on clouds and I was about to bring then down from heaven. I plucked up the first stocking, savouring the sweet smell of lavender from the scented bag I keep in my lingerie drawer. I let the sheer material slide under my fingertips. It was soft and sensuous, they are part of a two set of stockings that I have, they are not lacy or cotton but made of Lycra, a very fine sheer covers them. They are light to hold and slide in and out my fingers like water. I gently gather it up in my hands and bend forward to slide it over my toes. I glide the stocking up my calf and over my knee not stopping until I got to the thigh. I wiggled my red metal clasp over the stocking so that it held the stocking in place. I then turned back around to face the other stocking lying on the bed, on its own in the clouds. I picked it from the bed and gathered up the stocking as I did with the previous and slid my leg into the soft, sultry fabric and eased it up my leg. With the other clasp firmly attached to the stocking I head back to the wardrobe to get my suit on.

My white blouse is dulled around my chest because of the red shining through. If I move to the side, the space in the buttons shows my soft bra sitting just below the surface. I folded down the collar of my shirt and buttoned it up except for the top two buttons. I picked up my wool skirt and slid it up my sheer legs, the fabrics rubbing together made my legs weak and shaky. I pulled the skirt over my pants and did the zipper, taking care not to snag my panties. I dug out my red court shoes before placing on my jacket. I slipped each foot into the shoe making sure it was well padded before walking; heels are not good for trekking to a bus stop in and standing around waiting for a late bus. I slipped on my jacket and buttoned the centre button. I quickly glanced in the full length mirror before grabbing my bag and heading downstairs. I look fabulous, my stockings, shoes and outfit were perfectly matched.

I headed down the street towards the nearest bus stop. Thank goodness it was a stop with a shelter, shelters had seats and my feet were sore. I sat patiently for ten minutes for the bus to come, and it wasn’t here. Twenty minutes later the bus arrived, empty and deserted. I stood up and made my way to the bus doors, where a middle aged bald man was sitting watching me quite contently. I steadied myself before boarding the bus; I didn’t want to fall flat on my face. I paid my fare and headed to the middle of the bus where I could sit comfortably knowing I was all alone. I laid my bag on the seat and sat down when I suddenly heard a pinging noise. It was my suspender clips.

I decided against the stockings now, deciding that if they were going to do this all day at work then they needed to be removed. Discreetly shuffling myself further behind the seat I stuck my hand up my skirt to unclasp the other stocking. They were both undone now which would make it easier for me to gently slide them off. The bus driver kept glancing back at me via the window mirror but I looked calm and steady as though nothing was happening.

I slid my feet out of my shoes and tucked one foot under my thigh. I rubbed the tip of the stocking with my toe, trying to grab it and ease it down my leg. I must have put up some struggle as the bus driver looked at me as though I was off my head. As the driver looked away I finally managed to get my stocking down my leg as gracefully as one could use her foot to do so. I bent over and slipped the stocking off and stashed it in my handbag. Now for stocking number two to come off. Again I tucked my opposite foot under my leg with my toes trying to catch the soft, sheer fabric but with no luck. We stopped and a passenger got on. She sat right in front of me on the other side, one glance from the sides of her eyes and she would see everything. I had to make it quick so I pulled my foot down as fast as it would go dragging my sexy stocking as I went. I pretended to drop my handbag and quickly gathered up the stocking and threw it into my handbag. Finally it was over. Although the suspender clasps were tickling my thighs as they hung in mid air, I could live with that.

It was finally my stop, a few short minutes later and I started to head of the bus. It wasn’t until the lady sitting in front of me called me back that I realised I forgot to put my shoes back on and was about to head into work without them, with my face as red as my shoes I grabbed the shoes, put them on my feet and dashed into the office building. I think tomorrow I will get a taxi.

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Stocking and pantie up-skirt in the back of a taxi cab

Saturday, August 16th, 2014

I was late for work again! No time for the bus so I called a cab and it was here in under ten minutes, very unusual for big city taxis. I wasn’t anywhere near ready so I hoped into the taxi with my basics on, no make up, shoes or stockings - they were all stuffed into my day bag!

After setting off making my way to the other side of town I relaxed a little knowing that I was on my way, I knew there’d be traffic, it’s rush hour after all but at least now I can finish getting ready. I grabbed the make up out of my hand bag and applied what little make up I actually used. Just a touch of eye liner to make my eyes stand out, some lip gloss for a perfect pout and busher to make my cheeks cute and rosy - as if the cold weather wasn’t enough.

I pulled my shoes and stocking out of the bag and the driver looked in his read view mirror with a strange expression on his face, his eyes glued to my baby pink fishnet stockings and pink high heel pump shoes. He should be concentrating on his driving not my lingerie so I looked up at him and cock my eyebrow, with an embarassed cough he focused back on the road being careful only to look up when he thought I wasn’t looking.

I put my shoes down on the floor and rsted my back against the taxi seats. It felt good to have a site down, I had been rushing around all morning and didn’t even have time for a good cup of tea, scandalous. Anyhow, it wouldn’t be long until I got to work so I needed to press on. I reached for my stockings on the seat nect to my and started to roll the first one. They were very fine fishnet stockings with an elasticated lace hold up at the top, no garters today, thank god as they might have gave the old taxi driver a heart attack. I could almost hear his heart beat now as he watched me slide the stocking over my leg and down to my toes, I felt the cab swerve a litle as he puts his eyes back on the road and conentrated some more on driving than oggling me.

A big grin settled on my face and I slid my toes into the stocking hole and pulled it gently up my leg, being careful to keep it straight and avoid getting any ladders, I didn’t bring a spare pair today as I just didn’t have the time to grab one and throw them into my handbag. I rolled the stocking up my leg with one hand and smoothed out the creases with the other, trailing my fingers over the fine material, my eyes glanced up at the rear view mirrow and I watched cab driver quickly avert his eyes, as if I didn’t see him.

The stocking was now up over my knee and I hiked my skirt up a bit more so that I could slide the stocking up to rest of my smooth thigh, the elasticated lace hold up band would keep it there without any problems and any garters. It wasn’t until I pulled the stocking up fully did I realise that I had brought my skirt up too far and that my soft pink panties were peeking out under my black skirt, I raced the stocking up to my thigh, settled out the creases and quickly lowered my skirt, my eyes shooting up to the taxi man who’s face was now the color of beetroot, my face was about to join his!

After calming down a little I slipped on my high heel pumps and moved onto the other leg. Slowly I pulled my skirt up making sure that my panties stayed firmly under wraps and started to roll the stocking up. I crossed my leg over the other one to make it easier to reach my toes, everytime I bent over my boobs almost jumped out my bra. With ease I slid the fine fishnets over my toes but hesitated a little when I felt my toe catch the fabric. I quickly unhooked the stocking and continued sliding it up my legs patting down the material as I went, the cab drivers heavy breaths echoed through my ears but I just smiled and kept going. Once it got to the part where I slipped it onto my thigh I double checked to make sure my panties couldn’t be seen by peeping toms and pulled the stocking up into it’s rightful place.

Just as I pulled my shoe onto my foot the cab driver pulled up outside my office, I handed him the cash and told him to keep the change, I don’t think he heard a word I said however - his eyes were still glued to my stockings and ass - what a productive way to start the day! read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

Busses are really great places to flash your stockings and panties

Wednesday, August 13th, 2014

I rinsed the shampoo out my hair and turned of the shower and opened the shower door, my body getting hit with the cold air that always seems to be there after you’ve left a shower or bath. After grabbing my towel and hugging it around my body tightly, I dabbed my hair and made my way to the bedroom where I was about to get ready for work.

I closed the bathroom door, not wanting the cold air to take over the heat that was in my bedroom. I made my way over to the bed, my feet wetting my blue carpet. I dropped the towel at my feet and stood on it so that my feet would dry.

Leaning over the bed, I picked up my lingerie and brought it closer. I picked up my cotton panties; they were white with lacy seams. I pulled the soft, scented panties over my legs. They were pulling against my legs, my legs being still damp from the shower. After I pulled them up over my hips and sat them on my waist I thought about the day ahead but the lovely feel of pure cotton against my skin brought me back to my sense.

I picked up my suspenders from the bed, feeling the cold metal clips in my hand, I rubbed them for a few seconds with my fingers to try and get some heat into them before I let them touch my thighs. I attached the slips and let them dangle down, waiting for the stockings to be attached. They weren’t as cold when I first touched them but I would have preferred them warmer. I sat down on the bed and brought one of the stockings forward.

The white stocking was pure white, when it lay on the bed it was hard to see, it melted into the white sheets. I held it in my hand and it glowed against my skin. The fabric was Spanish lace, I’d got this pair of stockings brought back for my when my friends went to Madrid; they knew I loved them so treated me. I had stockings from countries all over the world. These stockings were amongst my favourite few. The material was pure and smooth. I had had them for a long time but there were still no impurities on them. The cloth was still fine and sleek; the colour was pure and shone brightly under the sun. The feeling of them riding over my leg was still immense.

I slipped my fingers in the hole and eased the stocking open. It was stretchy and warm. The white lightened as the stocking opened further. I slowly moved the stocking down over my foot and eased it up my leg, feeling the neat, pure lace slide over my legs. The feeling was somewhat erotic. The stockings didn’t cling to my legs like the panties did. They were smooth and sleek.

The next stocking lay on the bed sheets, almost invisible to the naked eye. I crawled over the bed to pick it up and stared at it, intertwined with my fingers. It was like holding a feather. The stocking wasn’t only soft but it had no weight to it. I moved my hands down my leg, dragging the stocking over my calf as I went. The stocking glided over my toes softly, not catching on my nails. I wriggled my leg into the stocking, pulling it up over my thigh and attached the suspender clip so that the stocking would stay in place.

Reaching over to grab my watch, I got up from the bed. My watch was fast so I knew I had plenty of time to get to the bus stop. My shirt was also white; it was a long, silk shirt with silver buttons that slid easily into their holes. The top two buttons of my shirt never gets done up so they were left open exposing my bare neck. I reached on top of my cabinet and dipped my hands into the jewellery box and brought out a gold necklace. It had a love heart pendant on it with a diamond in the middle, shining brightly under the light.

After putting on the necklace I got up and put on my suit. My skirt was hanging up so I walked slowly and provocatively over to the cupboard where it hung, took it down and eased it up my legs. It slid over the soft, lacy material of my stockings with great ease and the button and zip were up in under a second. My coat lay over the end of my bed and as I reached for it I dipped my feet into my shoes, seeing as they were on the way to my bed. I picked up my coat and threw it over my shoulders, there was no point putting it on as the sun was beaming today.

With my coat in hand, my shoes on foot and my ban on my shoulder I was ready to leave for work. The bus stop was only a five minute journey and in the sun it would make things quicker. The sun shone down on my white outfit, causing me to look like an angel as I walked down the street. I was gleaming like a bright star and my appearance dazzled passers by. My walk was slow and sexy making sure I dominated the street with my presence. My hips swayed and my thighs rubbed together, the stockings making me sweat under the hot sun. The feeling of the stockings pressing against my thighs was sensuous and sultry. I looked every bit the goddess and felt like it too.

The bus stop was only a few feet ahead of me and when I approached and sat down my skirt rode up just that inch too high and the gentleman next to me got a sneaky peek and just what my skirt was covering. I sat back up quickly and sorted myself while the old man next to me smirked, obviously pleased with what he had seen. The tips of my stocking had been on show, and his eyes had lit up like light bulbs, taking in the view while he could. His face dropped when I sorted myself, although my skirt didn’t sit where I had hoped it would and still exposed the neat lace trimmings of the tops of my stockings; it wasn’t as great a view as the last one he had. His eyes were full of something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. He was fidgeting where he sat, staring at my stockings. Taking in the view while he could, the bus was due soon and my thinking was he was waiting for a different one. He eyed my legs up slowly, memorizing the look of my lace. Noting the fine indents where the patterns were and trying to look past the stocking to my leg. His eyes rose up from the ground and focused on my thighs, he was watching the pulse under my skin beat against the lace trimmings at the top. I could almost hear his heart beat, his hands shaking on his lap.

I could hear the bus in the next street, the swishing noise of the suspension lowering the passengers waiting to exit. The gentleman’s eyes were still firmly fixed on my stockings. He must have known the bus was coming and did not want to miss a thing. The bus drove into the street; he shifted his position as I stood up. I edged my way to the front of the path, steadying myself for the bus to come. As the bus got closer the gentleman shifted once more, his eyes firmly attached to the back of my legs. This obviously wasn’t his bus.

The bus doors opened for me and the heat escaped out of the door, the bus driver was sweating and I proceeded up the steps and paid for my ticket. The old man finally lifted his head to look at my face for the first time, on his lips lay a broken smile and the bus sped off. read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

A girl getting ready for a night on the town in stockings of course

Monday, August 4th, 2014

It was cold, I hated it being cold. Thankfully my shower was just at the right temperature as I stepped in, escaping the nasty chill in my bedroom. I seriously need to get rid of that draughty window and get a new one in.

Steam filled up the shower room as I lathered my body in luxurious soaps and oils, gently exfoliating and rubbing my legs down. Once I was satisfied that they were silky smooth and I was fresh and clean I decided to get out and brave the cold! My super sized bath sheet kept me somewhat warm, that was until I threw it down on the bedroom floor and went in search of some clothes.

It had been a long day at the office and I was looking forward to my night out, it isn’t often that I go out with friends, other than to office parties but tonight I decided to head out up town.

My cupboard was packed with clothes but I couldn’t choose what I wanted to wear. I needed something short but classy, sexy but doesn’t scream I’m looking for sex, just as my mind started thinking about sex I snapped it back to reality and my eyes landed on a black pleated skirt, it was short and sexy yet gave off classy vibes. I picked out a sparkly black top to match and then headed for my underwear, the favourite and easiest part of picking my clothes.

I am addicted to stockings so I raked through my whole drawer until I found a pair of sexy, black, hold ups that would compliment my outfit perfectly. Nothing screams erotic better than stockings so I wear them all the time, even to work.

After throwing the clothes down on the bed I sat down and started to get dressed, since I was wearing hold ups I put my stockings on first. I flexed my toes and stretched out my toned leg, gently; I picked up the first sheer black stocking and started to roll it so that it would slide easily over my smooth leg.

These stockings were Cuban heel stockings, that meant they had reinforced heels which were double stitched and looked extremely sexy with high heel spiked sandaks, just what I had in mind.

With my leg stretched and my stocking ready to go I entered my toes into the opening of the stocking and gently started to pull, slowly releasing the stocking over my leg, sorting the heel into place and gliding the rest of the stocking up my thigh until it was high enough to stay up by itself, the elastic in the lacy tip always turns me on but only slightly.

With one leg down I just had one to go. I picked up the other stocking and started to roll it down, I hate having ladders in my stockings so I like to put these on perfectly. Once the stocking was rolled I eased it over my foot, adjusting the heel into place and then sliding the rest of the stocking up my leg. My legs were smooth and the sheer nylon gracefully slid up my leg, it was teasing and erotic, especially as my love for stockings got me thinking about sex, or rather lack thereof in my life!

I lay back on the bed, rubbing my legs gently together, starting to feel the arousal between my legs, I felt the stockings slide over each other, the fabric crashing into each other and sending tingles up my back. I could feel small pulses under where the elastic was gripped firmly to my thigh, twitches throughout my calf brought me back to reality with a sharp bank and the pleasure started to recede, I need to save myself for later on!

With that thought I stood up of the bed, and stood into my panties, lifting them up to sit neatly on my hips, the back of my panties moulded perfectly to my curved, sexy ass and my bra slipped on with ease. It was just a matter of throwing on my sparkly top and cotton skirt. My spiked heels were waiting for me at the door!

I packed my handbag, make up, tissues, condoms…Everything a girl needs for a hot night out and went to the front room to put my shoes on, waiting on the taxi.

I sat down, picking up my shoes I looked at them, the heel was softly worn and the soles were moulded to my feet, making walking in them very easy. I slipped my stocking clad toes in with my Cuban heels gripping the edge of the shoe. I gently did the buckle around the ankle and then put on the other show, taking care not to rip my stockings in the process.

I slid my hand up and down my stocking checking for rips or ladders, I was safe, no marks. My fingers slid over the stocking, they were smooth, shiny and sheer. I felt strange sensations running through my finger tips. My head fell back against the chair and my hand slipped up over my knee heading towards my thigh. My fingers were racing up my skirt until they found the soft, laced tips of my stocking; I was intently rubbing them when an annoying beeping sound woke me from my aroused state! Typical!

I stood up and headed out the door, headed out for a wonderful night out on the town and a chance to get luck on my side, I sure as hell didn’t fancy coming home alone…

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Flashing my stockings on the train while commuting to work

Tuesday, July 29th, 2014

I was late, I was terribly late.  I missed my alarm clock going of this morning and was rushing around getting everything ready for my new office job.    I rushed my shower and even went without my coffee.  I was running up and down my stairs like I had a rocket in a place it shouldn’t be.  I did my make up as artfully as I could, considering the pressure I was under.  I wanted to make sure that I enough time to pick out a beautiful suit and coordinated everything else.

In my bedroom I was standing at the cupboard looking at everything I owned and decided on a chocolate brown pinstripe suit.  I opted for a soft pink shirt to go underneath; the colours complimented each other nicely.  I headed over to my lavender scented lingerie drawer to pick out some stockings, bra, and panties to wear under the suit.  I choose a chocolate brown set to match the suit.  I don’t think pale pink stockings would be appropriate for the office.

I stood over at the bed, facing away from the mirror. I dropped the clothes on the bed and picked up the bra.  It was satin and the cups were made of lace.  I fitted the bra over my firm breasts clasping the bra at the front underneath the bow.  I adjusted the straps and went to pick up the panties.  I stared at them; they were one of the first pairs of silk panties that I bought.  They were soft and smooth.  They glided over my skin like warm butter.    It was feels as though the fabric melts in between my fingers.  I slid the panties up each leg, making sure that they were properly on and then attached the suspenders.

I sat down on the bed, my legs were aching from all the running about that I had been doing.  I relaxed a little and picked up the first stocking.  It was beautiful; it was smooth, elegant and sexy all at the same time.  I twirled the stocking around my finger tips.  It was like it was made form baby oil.  I separated the stocking so that I could slip my foot inside and slide the stocking up my leg.  My toes caught on the lace at first but once the stocking was adjusted I was able to slide my leg easily into the stocking, feeling the lace ease up my moisturised leg was pure bliss.  I ran my hands over the stocking after it was on.  Feeling the smooth surface even though it was lace, it was hard to tell there were any fine markings on it.  I clipped the top of the stocking to the suspender and watched the metal clamp down tight over the stocking.  I glanced at my watch realising the time and picked up the other stocking, I still felt the need to twirl it over my fingers and hands.  I had to keep every ounce of control to try and keep from admiring the stocking.  I slipped it over my toes and ran it up my leg.  I eased the metal suspender clip over the stocking and stood up.

I picked up my shirt from the bed and threw it over my body, I buttoned up the shirt a quick as I could, if I went any slower than I would miss my train to work.  I eased the skirt over my stockings and suspenders, the feeling of the material rubbing together gave me a quick thrill.  I slipped my jacket over my shirt and sorted the collar before heading to grab my shoes.  I slipped my feet in the shoes and raced for my handbag.  I headed out the door twenty minutes later than I would have liked to.

I almost jogged down the street to get to the train station in time.  It took me ten minutes to get to the station which was two minutes later than the train was due.  I was lucky though, just my luck trains are always late but this time I was grateful, I didn’t want to show up late on my first day.  I hopped on the train just before the doors were closing.

I took a seat in the back of the train, it wasn’t busy but there were several people dotted over the train. I sat down on my seat, careful not to sit on the gum on the chair.  I sat in the middle of the chair that was I could get out easier.  I folded my skirt down but it wasn’t that long and didn’t cover all of what it should.  The gentleman next to me stared out of the corner of his eye; I don’t think he saw a woman wearing stockings every day.  He had a cheeky glint in his eye; he stared at my legs, taking in every detail that my stockings had to offer.  He eyed my legs from the bottom up.  He was staring at my brown suede shoes.  He worked his eyes up my legs, his mouth half parted.  He rested his eye on my knee.  Savouring his way up my thigh till he got to the point where my skirt covered the rest of what I had to show.  He turned away at this point obviously not interested any more and about time because this was my stop.

I picked up my bag and scooted over the chair careful not to catch myself on the gum.  The stranger watched me walk to the door and out of the train.  Thank goodness I wasn’t going to be late.  Sometimes men just don’t now when to give up. Visit me at my stocking site here to read all my exclusive stockings stories

Titillating Temp in stockings at work

Tuesday, July 22nd, 2014

Office temping is tough work. You’re neither here nor there and you could be changing work places from month to month and you never know what to expect. This week I was attending an interview for working in an office pretty close to home which saved me loads on taxi and bus fares of which all of the savings went to a good cause, my stockings habit. As I was walking to work in my chic office suit I noticed men staring but there is nothing new there. I caught them glancing at my legs, the best part of my body. They were eyeing me up from toe to thigh and didn’t miss one detail by the looks of things and I’m sure the fact I was wearing white lacy stockings helped things along. After another ten minutes walk and two men staring I finally reached the office my feet killing me from the white pin heels I was wearing.

As I stepped in the building I could feel the heavy gaze of the staff watching every move I made towards the boss’s office. It was like I was the prey and they were the predators just waiting to strike. Office plants brushed past my stockings tickling my legs as I moved as gracefully as any women could with this amount of pressure weighing them down. I finally made it to the office after what felt like forever but was barely a few seconds. From the boss’s tilted blinds that lined the office windows I could see the rest of the staff start to get back to work. Mr Scott stood up and shook my hand, his palm was sweaty and so were the bags under his eyes. He was tense and uptight but as soon as we touched hands he relaxed a little.

We were there to discuss my work and what I was to do. I sat on the leather chair smoothing my white pinstripe skirt down as I sat. My legs automatically crossed showing the boss just what I was hiding under my perfectly tame outfit. I showed my white lacy thongs and stockings, he must have caught sight of my inner thigh because he suddenly grew tense again. He shuffled the papers on his desk while I laid my bag down at the side of the chair. His eyes met mine and were full of lust. A lust for something he knew that he couldn’t have. His eyes glanced over my pristine white suit, starting from the top of my head to the bottom of my shoes. He worked his way past my lips and chin. He reached my breasts and his lips slightly parted and a small gasp was made from his mouth. We discussed my CV and I politely answered every question he posed. He conducted the interview very professionally considering the pressure it looked as though he was under. After twenty minutes of bantering back and forth the interview ended with an appropriate handshake. He told me to come back tomorrow, I started at nine.

I left the office, the glares of the other staff weighing me down as I walked to the door. I got the impression that they didn’t like newcomers; either that or they didn’t like people in white. I finally reached the building door and exited to the street, the heat of the sun beating down on me. I had to get home quickly and strip off before I suffered from sun stroke. I walked as quickly as my white pin heels would let me. It was though I was glowing as I walked down the street, the light reflecting off my suit.

After ten minutes I finally reached the door to my apartment. I fumbled for my keys and opened the door, picking up the mail as I went. I threw my bag and letters on the settee before heading upstairs to the bedroom. The cool air of the apartment was sweet relief. As I entered the bed room I kicked of my shoes and headed over to the bed. I undid my coat buttons easing the jacket of my shoulders and draped it over the bed. My shirt buttons easily undid and one by one I worked my way down to my midriff exposing my bare flesh to the cool air of my bedroom. I glided the shirt of my shoulders and threw it over the coat and both lay in a heap on the bed. I undid the button and zip on my skirt gentle not to catch my lacy panties in the zipper. The skirt fell down over my waists quickly. I sat down on the bed staring at my legs.

The stockings covering them were beautiful. They were elegant, classy and sophisticated. They felt smooth, sleek and baby skin soft. They were unique. I loved my stockings. I unclipped the left stocking from its suspender clasp. The tight grip of the metal had left a mark on it but nothing that couldn’t be pressed out. I let the clasp dangle next to my skin, the cool metal providing sweet relief. I took the tip of the stockings in my manicured hands rubbing my fingertips along the edge of the smooth fabric, savouring every feel as I gently eased the stocking down my thigh and over my knee. I bent over to carry on the rest of the way down my leg. I stocking rolled up the further it went and by the time it had rolled to my foot it was merely a ball of lace, sexy enticing lace. The right stocking was then unclipped. I rubbed my hands up and down the stockings tasting with my fingers the feel of the material. Lace was a favourite of mine; the white sheer lace I was wearing always made me feel sexy. I smoothed my hands over the lace, up and down gently but firmly. I was memorising every pattern n the lace, every fine detail etched into the lace. I worked my way back to the top of my thigh and gripped the stocking tight. I tugged it over my thigh and knee and eased it the rest of the way down my soft, pure legs. I threw the stockings on the floor and stood up.

I walked over to my dresser and set the alarm for tomorrow. I did not want to be late, the staff did not look too pleased to see me as it was, I definitely did not want to give them another reason to scorn at me. I slumped back downstairs to read my mail and make some coffe To read this and all my stories visit me and watch all my exclusive stockings content visit my premium site here

Secretary in stockings gets caught in the rain

Wednesday, July 16th, 2014

Raindrops dribbled down the sides of the bus shelter, thank god there was a bus shelter otherwise my new silk, crisp, white suit would be soaked through and I would be see through for all the world to see, which is something that nobody really wants on a Monday morning on their way to work.

The bus shelter was empty thankfully, well almost. There was a young man, in his late twenties reading his early morning paper, one of several that were tucked under his arms. His briefcase sat neatly at his feet and his black suit was sitting gently on his toned body. He seemed like a business executive, strong and fierce, while here I was in my Angelic white suit, a mere office temp.

My skirt was two inches shorter than it really should have been and my white spiked heels clacked loudly against the ground as I paced back and forth. My stockings rubbed gently against my thighs sending shivers up my back but I stayed focused, I didn’t want to focus on the wet patch starting to soak into my panties. I put the feeling of the sheer, white stockings at the back of my mind and focused on the stranger.

His black as night hair was slick with gel and plastered to his head, his eyes were harsh but his mouth was soft and gentle. He screamed wealth, power, and for some strange reason, the word stamina came to mind.

My eyes moved lower down his body, his muscles were tight and spread evenly over his chest, his shoulders were wide and his hands rigid and smooth, that man had never done a hand days work in his life and by the £1000 Rolex on his wrist it seemed like he wouldn’t ever have to again. His shoes were perfectly polished, no doubt by the hands of his butler, his trousers neatly pressed and creased in all the right places. For some reason though I started to imagine naughty things about my stranger and when he turned and his ass faced me that was not the best thing that could have happened. I was mesmerised by how pert and tight it was, so small and cute!

I came back to my senses when he looked in my direction, pretending to read his paper rather than his ass. It was a shame too as I was really enjoying the view! Thankfully I heard the faint rattle of the buses engine and readied myself for my 20 minute journey to work.

Being the gentlemen that the stranger was I was on the bus first. What got me thinking was why on Earth was this man getting the bus, he was obviously wealthy, maybe his car was in the garage, but what about a limo or a taxi? A bus just didn’t fit the bill.

The stranger sat on the very back benches of the bus so I was sitting in front of him, thinking and wondering, not the best thing to do for someone like me, my mind usually tuned to naughty things when that was left to happen but just as I was thinking that I felt a heavy gaze press against the back of my head and I knew it was him, his fierce gaze ripped my hair to the side and slid down my neck, intently heading south.

My bust was next, jutting and full, sitting half in and half out of my blouse, a little bit of flesh went a long way these days and I could tell my wealthy stranger was lapping up every second of it. His eyes focused on my flat stomach, lowering themselves to my waist, my ass and my thighs. I heard heavy breathing but I wasn’t so sure that it was him; it could very well have been me!

I clenched my gut, I slowly looked down to check my stocking tips weren’t showing but it wasn’t much use, the soft lace of my hold ups were peeking out through the edge of my skirt and there was nothing I could do but feel the hot and heavy gaze of the stranger on the bus staring at them.

My hands were clammy, I laid them down on my knees and twirled my fingers over my stocking clad leg, in a way, I was trying to turn him on, egging him on but not letting him get his way. I can be a real tease when I want to be and today I was just in the mood for it. He adjusted himself on the seat and I heard him move over slightly, getting himself a better view.

My hold ups were white; they were sheer and soft, glinting gently in the morning lights. I wasn’t wearing any garter today so there were no straps gripping my legs, just the tight feel of an elastic band on my thighs. I have always loved the way that stockings affect men, today was no different and he succumbed to the lust of them just like every other man! Their elegance, their class and sophistication while also screaming erotic pleasures is just too much to bare for some men and this stranger was definitely one of those men.

His breaths were shallow and his neck cracked as he looked to see what stop we were coming up to, I nearly forgot that we were on the bus but his soft sounds made me remember. I could hear him picking up his briefcase, getting ready to get off at the next stop. I felt somewhat saddened.

As he got up however, my mind quickly changed. He was walking beside me one moment and the next he was down on the floor, his hand pulling down my right stocking as he went, a loud rip was heard and then my stocking was ruined. I couldn’t help but moan, these were one of my favourite pairs but the stranger being the gentlemen that he was helped me take off the stocking and apologised for his carelessness. It wasn’t until after he was off the bus did I realise it wasn’t carelessness at all! I couldn’t find my stocking anywhere and when I turned around I could see it peeking out of the top part of his suit jacket pocket, and his proud, cocky walk told me he had planned every…single…move… To read all my exclusive stockings stories or watch my exclusive stockings movies visit my premium stockings site here

Showing my stockings at the office christmas party

Saturday, July 12th, 2014

It was one of those days, work was busy and I was exhausted but no rest for the wicked as tonight was the works Christmas party.  Office temping is a real pain, you’re in and out of different offices all the time, meeting new people is not the easiest of tasks but it pays well.  There are ups and downs with everything and the Christmas party happened to be an up. The party meant that I had a great excuse to get my special Christmas party stockings out of the lingerie drawer.  After sliding on the special, sexy stockings I headed out the door and made my way to the office.

The office was buzzing, everyone made an appearance and by the looks of things the drinking was well underway.  I decided to take a seat in a quiet corner so that I could observe the wild animals taking over the boss’s desk.  I crossed my legs over one another so that my feet intertwined, the stockings providing the soft comfort from the rub of my skin.  The stockings were red, very fine and detailed with light glitter, perfect for the occasion. I glanced at the red shimmering material staring back at me; it was so soft and felt surreal.  The stockings clung to my legs like massage oil, sexy and sleek.  The suspender clasps gripping tightly to hold them in place, God forbid they should slip down and I loose that sensuous feeling my special stockings gave me.

I stared further down my leg, my bright red shoes shining under the work lights; my legs looked straight and slim under the sexy apparel enclosing them.  The sheer material gripping my legs with a fierce grip that makes my legs quiver at times.

I started to adjust myself, sorting out the top half of my stockings as they were twisted.  The suspender clips needed to be readjusted; they were white and in total contrast with my Christmas stockings.  After taking the tight, metal clip of off my delicate sheer stocking I repositioned it further to the side, as I moved my skirt rode up and my sexy red panties we in full view. It just so happened that the boss wasn’t sitting that far from me and turned his head at the appropriate moment; he caught an eyeful I’m very sure that he enjoyed.

He started to give me a saucy look, sweat dampening his brow.  He looked desperate.  His eyes started to fall to the floor, glancing at my shoes.  His eyes then started to devour my stockings as he started to crawl his way up my legs.  His tongue was at the tip of his mouth by the time he reached me knee, where the shine of my stockings was at its greatest.  He worked his way up to my thigh, catching sight of my lace and my tight, white suspender clips.  His eyes finally rested on my red panties.  They were sleek and sexy made from Italian lace.  They gently clung to my skin offering me the overage I greatly needed.  His tongue was almost fully out of his mouth and his eyes screaming hunger.

Quickly covering myself up, I looked over my stockings one last time.  The red material glinting in the light, enticing and appealing I felt a shiver go up my spine.  Time to go home I think. It was time to go home and put these stockings back into the lingerie drawer yet again, until next year that is. Read more of my stockings adventures or watch my exclusive stockings movies here

Black Stockings secretary in the office

Monday, June 30th, 2014

The office was larger than any I  had ever working in before, the custodial staff all wore uniforms and the executive staff flashed off their posh motors and fancy suits and briefcases.  All the floors were highly polished marble with brass corners and there were three lifts and 2 marble stair cases that lead you to the offices upstairs.

Reception staff also wore the same uniform, the young lady at the reception desk asked me what business I was here on so I filled her in about me being the new temp for the administrative department, trying to sound as elegant and posh as my clothes portrayed me.

I may not have been in an executive position but I still had the posh suit, I was still missing the fancy car however.  She advised me that I was to proceed to level 6, her accent dotting every I and crossing every T.  Her tongue was sharp yet welcoming.  I decided that I was going to freshen myself up in the ladies before heading upstairs as I had a few minutes to spare before starting work.

The toilets were better than I expected them to be.  There were luxurious soaps and perfumes littering the wash hand basins.  There were soft hand creams and moisturisers lining the window sills.  The scent of soft rose lingered in the air as though fresh roses sat in front of me, but they did not.

I looked into the full length mirror and watched the young lady look back at me.  I wore a beaming red pinstripe suit and midnight black shirt.  My stiletto heels shined under the bathroom spotlights.  My jutting breasts were large and my cleavage stuck out like a sore thumb.  My trim, toned stomach lay hidden under my shirt and blazer while my sexy legs screamed for attention.

I wore black stockings with fine straight lines indented so that it looked as though there was no material in those lines.  The stripes were very fine and very evenly spaced out so looked very elegant.  They matched my pinstripe suit except they were black and my suit was red.  The complimented my shoes nicely.

I skimmed my fingers along the hem of my skirt, just so that I could feel the wonderful material that embraced my legs on the tip of my fingers as I had that morning when I put them on.  I felt the sheer nylon tingle the insides of my thighs as I walked to work this morning, I endured the endless teasing of my silk panties rubbing against my hips every time I moved my candy ass.  I looked over myself once more before heading out of the toilets somewhat flustered and made my way over to the nearest lift.  If I hadn’t been wearing shoes this high then I would have taken the stairs, as it stood I really didn’t fancy a broken ankle on my first day at work.

The lift was purely made from ornamental glass.  This was certainly the wrong day to wear a skirt.  As the lift came down the glass tube that enclosed it I stared up at the suit men that filled the lift.  As I suspected I did not see any women wearing skirts in the lift, but I would be the one to change that.

The lift stopped with the bell dinging in the background.  The workers shuffled out and continued on their way, not stopping to look back at me, the woman who was about to ride the lift in a skirt and stockings.  I stepped into the lift and watch the doors close, sealing my fate.  I pressed the number 6 and waited patiently for the lift to take off, hoping that I wouldn’t need to stop at every floor.

The lift was smooth and quiet; it was hard to tell you were moving if you closed your eyes.  Workers passed by below me and hardly moved an eyeball at me, for that I was glad.  However, as with everything there is always one, one that defies belief.

He stood there in his impressive Armani suit made out of expensive wool.  His briefcase oozed Italian leather and his shoes shined brightly, obviously, just having been polished by the young man outside.  His eyes were fixated on me however, not his expensive suit, shoes or briefcase.  Not on the moving elevator or expensive glass or marble.  No, they were on me and my legs.  He didn’t even glance at my chest.

His eyes scoured my legs, devouring every inch of them, making my mouth go dry.  I licked my lips as his eyes lustfully took in every detail of my stockings.  He traced the fine, empty lines of the material with his prying eyes.  As the lift got higher, so did the view.  His eyes were gleaming and his neck straining, he took a few steps backwards to enjoy the view a little more.

The beginnings of my thighs were showing now, his eyes taking in every detail of them too.  He watched as the soft lights of the elevator reflected against the harsh metal clasps that held my stockings in place.  Thankfully my floor was only two stops away so he shouldn’t get to see past my panties.

His eyes didn’t budge.  His hands didn’t flinch.  His face stayed neutral, all of his face except for his eyes.  They were mixing with emotions, lust being the primary one.  I could feel his heavy gaze resting on my legs, my thighs to be precise.  Soon they rose to my crotch where, thankfully, my creamy, silk panties covered.

I could hear the elevator stopping but somehow I didn’t want to leave.  I took my eyes of off the young man down below to make sure we were at my stop and my suspicions proved correct, I was here.  I turned around to see him before I left, to see where his eyes were fixated on now.  He was gone.  It didn’t take him long but he had disappeared into the crowd.

I stepped out of the elevator somewhat disappointed.  I enjoyed the feel of his weighted gaze over my body.  Suddenly the office didn’t seem that spectacular.  I walked along the red carpet of the hallway until I entered the office where I was working.  Soon enough the young stranger was out of my head as I was staring at the most hi tech, up to date office I had even worked in.  I had a feeling that today was going to be a good one. To read all my exclusive stockings stories and watch me stockings movies and pictures visit my own premium site here


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