Changing my stockings on the bus

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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