Stockings Stories

I spotted you in a bar, where you were sat, cross-legged gently cradling a glass of wine. I noticed the lace of you stocking tops and couldn’t take my eyes off your shapely thighs. You were laughing and chatting but you knew I was watching and little by little allowed your skirt to ride higher and higher. I was with some friends. I’m pretty sure they were talking but I have no idea what was being said because I was drinki...

Shelly and I finished our gin and tonics and left the bar. The others had gone already. We had started drinking early so we were all feeling well oiled. Shelly was the boss of the Human Resources department. She hadn’t worked for the company for long; maybe 6 months. She was a tall slim redhead who enjoyed a drink and smoked more than she should. She had long legs, large breasts, green eyes and a fine nose. She was marrie...