I used to be that ideal good and well-mannered lady on the outside but inside, I always had the naughty side which impatiently waited to unleash itself and experience all the fun things out there. It was only after moving out and started to live alone in my university years, I was finally liberated and started explore my sexuality to the fullest. Sure, I had been called many names, even some hurtful ones by many people for my free-spirited and open sexuality but I didn’t let them get to me and just focused on enjoying the life.
Since the awakening, teasing has been one of my favorites. The look from a guy when he sees something out of ordinary, sees me dressed in something revealing with very little modesty and disregard for appropriateness, and eventually when the eyes meet, and seeing him eye-fucking me turns me on so much, especially when the guy is much older than me, like in 60s or older.
Like many, I also love to tease by showing off my hour-glass figure in something tight that accentuates all the curves like, my 42D breasts, 36 waist and 46 thick butts. That’s right! I’m thick unlike those single-sized models. But I’m tall which means there is a pair of long and toned legs to go with the body which makes the flirting a whole lot more fun and exciting!
I’ve always been a lover of hosieries and stilettos since the first time I wore them. Unlike many, I’ve never felt any discomfort, rather felt empowered and sensual. The feel of a pair hosiery brushing against the legs activates every sensory receptor on its path, and the sound of elasticity as the hosiery is adjusted for alignment and the sound of the stilettos cupping the feet are such a pleasure to the ears. How seductive and arousing. I am getting so wet at this moment as I’m writing all this. Don’t ask me why because I don’t have the answer, guess it’s like men loving fast cars. But do you care anyway?
Over time I’ve learned that most men love perving on legs. But there are special few who want more than just bare legs. These special gentlemen crave something more special. Yes that’s right, silky and shiny nylon or fishnet with a pair of elegant and tall stilettos heels!
Hosiery and stiletto fetishists are rare to find but when you do, the play becomes mesmerizing, just like with my ex-internship supervisor, Pete. Who would’ve guessed an ordinary looking man with salt and paper hair, cuddly body and gentle and kind demeanor had a thing for hosieries and stilettos!
I met Pete through my university, as part of the final year internship program. The arrangement was to work part-time while studying full-time. Unlike other class friends, Pete’s business was not a large corporate, instead it was a small self-owned graphics design business that he ran from his home office. When I met him at the university for an interview, I was very excited when he introduced himself to me as the Managing Director and CEO. But when I found out what it really was later, I was disappointed and embarrassed, especially after seeing this small suburban home office. To avoid any embarrassment, I used to always dress up in corporate skirt suits with pantyhose and stilettos to pretend to other class friends that I was working at one of the CBD corporate offices.
It was just after the first 3 months internship review. By that time, I was already comfortable with the work because the business model was rather simple and I was mostly doing light administrative tasks which didn’t take much effort to finish. I was starting to get bored. To make it worse, he was a sole trader so there were only Pete and me at his home office which meant it was quiet most of the time, except when he had calls or visits from his clients. To pass the time, I often found myself either enjoying his unlimited free coffee or browse the internet on the laptop. The good thing was that our desks were about 3 meters apart and facing each other. So all I had to do was keep a focused look and he thought that I was working diligently.
Then an interesting thing happened and it hadn’t been the same after that! Eventually, I became so bored that even browsing on the Internet like social media and Online shopping didn’t help. Then I noticed that his work bench was very messy so I volunteered to sort and clean up the bench area.
While sorting and cleaning, one of the items brushed my mid-thigh with its sharp edge which caused ladders in my pantyhose. That’s right, I was furious! Yeah I know it was just a pair of pantyhose but you should know by now that it’s never ‘just a pair of pantyhose’. Plus it was one of my favorite pairs from a quality brand!
I tried to clam down and walked back to my desk to get a spare pair of pantyhose from my bag. Noticing my upset mood, Pete asked what happened and if I was Ok. As I held the new pair of pantyhose, I told Pete what happened as I showed the ladders. Pete smiled back and said, it was good thing that I carried a spare and after putting it on, the legs would look great again! I returned him a smile with a nod and headed over to the loo to get changed. Obviously back then I was too upset to recognize it but as you can tell, his remarks were more than just innocent empathy talk. It was the beginning of his fetish slowly making its way out of him.
In the loo, after discarding the laddered pantyhose into the bin, I opened the new pack and pulled out a fresh new pair of pantyhose in same dark tan tone with ultra gloss shine. The feel of new pair improved my mood enough to put a smile back on. After putting on the new pair, I checked myself in the mirror to align the crotch and waist seam and gusset to perfection. I looked great again! With that, I lowered my skirt down and returned to my desk. As I was walking back, Pete complimented me how my legs looked beautiful and sharp again, especially how shiny they were. Again, I should’ve noticed it but I didn’t’ and it was more because it was a work place although, it was a small home office.
But I did start to notice things from the day after. As soon as I stepped inside in the morning, Pete said, he hoped I brought a spare pair of pantyhose just in case the pantyhose I was wearing had another ladder and how I should consider keeping some spares in the desk drawers for convenience and to make sure my legs looked great all the time. I just returned a smile and sat at my desk but felt that the pantyhose reference bit excessive. My pantyhose fetish sensor was starting to warm up.
Then another clue on the day. When I went to the loo, I noticed the bin wasn’t emptied but the discarded pantyhose from the day before was gone. How could I tell the bin wasn’t emptied you might ask? Perhaps I was overreacting you might say? It was simple. It had the same cosmetic tissues I used the day before after adjusting my make-up. So if he changed the bin, obviously those tissues wouldn’t have been there right? I started to suspect that he took my discarded pantyhose!
By this time, my pantyhose fetish alarm was going off. But like with many good detective novels, I needed solid evidence before confronting him, well not in a bad way but an opportunity to make the boring internship into something far more interesting and enthusiastic!
So over the following month, I set up pantyhose traps like, having more conversations about hosiery and stilettos including thanking him for his advice of leaving a few spare pairs of pantyhose at work, deliberately being loud about changing my pantyhose and leaving the worn pantyhose in the bin, and playing with my pantyhose clad legs and feet with my stilettos dangling on my feet under my desk while observing him through my smartphone camera, pretending I was just on the phone doing something else. The teasing repeated and intensified.
The outcome was just as expected. Pete became more comfortable and openly talked about hosieries and stilettos, but of course he was still hiding himself in the context of fashion. The discarded worn pantyhose was always disappeared from the bin by the next day whilst the old rubbishes remained. And lastly, I saw him frequently watching me from his desk through my phone. Judging by his eyes, I thought was safe to assume that he was perving on my pantyhose clad legs and feet in my stilettos.
It was the time to increase the heat! One morning, I decided to go to work dressed in more provocative way. So I wore an opaque white business shirt with top 3 buttons undone, bright red lace bra underneath to show off the contrast through the shirt, a short pleated miniskirt in burgundy with black and white checkers and matching slim jacket, a pair of dark tan seamless pantyhose in sheer and ultra gloss shine finish, and a pair of patent red stiletto open-toe pumps in 5.5 inches. My hair was done up in pony tail and finished with bright red lips stick. Lady in red like the song said!
The reflection on the dressing mirror was a true definition of an elegant and seductive slut! The way I was dressed really showed off the cleavage which was complimented by hint of red lace bra visible through the opaque shirt, and the skirt was so short, especially being a pleated design, it barely covered my big booty while standing up and exhibited the long and toned legs covered in one of the most shiny and silky pair of pantyhose including the calve definition from wearing the 5.5 inch high heels! I was confident that he couldn’t resist the temptation and confess his fetish. Of course there was a small chance that it was all misunderstanding and ended up in trouble. But somehow, I didn’t believe it would end like that.
Finally it was the moment of truth. I parked my car and walkthrough the door. I must admit, the whole anticipation got me quite excited on the way, perhaps more than I honestly thought because when I was walking, I could feel that I wet. Pete was making a cup of coffee so he didn’t see me walk in. Then he turned around to face me as he greeted and asked if I wanted a cup too.
I didn’t know I was going to have that much impact on him. He was so shocked by what he saw, he dropped his cup of coffee on the floor with his jaws dropped wide. He was completely speechless and there was a few seconds of awkward silence which felt like hours then. I was happy with what I saw. It was working!
I just smiled and walked over to my desk to drop my bag. Unlike other days, I deliberately bent over often as I set myself up at the desk to start the day. Although I didn’t face him, I could feel his burning and completely undivided attention on me, especially the view of my pantyhose covered booty as my pleated miniskirt slid up each time I bent.
When he managed to find his way back to his desk, it was time for round 2. I walked over to his desk with some documents and sat on the edge of his desk next to him. As we were conversating about work, he was struggling think straight and to avoid staring at my legs. But what I presented him was just too irresistible, the pleated miniskirt barely covering the crotch showed off the entire thighs and legs in full view up so close and not to mention the soft appearance of the cleavage above.
Watching his reaction was also quite arousing. You could definitely feel the sexually charged atmosphere, you could literally say, you could smell the sex in the air. With so much built up of the sexual tension, it was the final knock out.
After finishing the conversation, I got off his desk and turned around to walk back to my desk. After taking a couple of step forward, then I ‘accidently’ dropped the documents on the floor. Rather than bending on the knees, I bent over at my waist to pick up the documents off the floor. I don’t think you need me to tell you what that looked like.
The pleated miniskirt was complete pulled up and exposed my large butt and fat labia covered in the shiny dark tan seamless pantyhose in full view, including my long, thick and toned legs, showing off the calves. And by this time, I was so turned on, wet stain on my pantyhose in crotch area was undoubtedly visible.
With the loud groaning, I felt Pete’s hand groped my pantyhose covered butt! I gave him a few seconds before turning around and pretending to be shocked by his misconduct. He was in full panic and apologized non-stop. He even went on his knees, pled it was an innocent mistake and begged not to report him.
Being also surprised by his reaction, I guided him to the kitchen and had coffee to calm down and started to conversate. Despite the age gap between Pete (52) and I (21), our conversation was rather open and mature. I was very pleased about that.
When he started to open up, it didn’t surprise me to hear about his hosiery fetish and how he took the discarded pairs of pantyhose from the bathroom bin, already suspected that. But the surprising parts were that how he noticed and was attracted to me for wearing pantyhose and heels to the first interview and that’s why he hired me, and how the fetish made him to cheat on his ex-wife and ruined the marriage.
After the tension was eased, I asked Pete if there was a lot to do that day. Pete replied there were couple of calls with clients but nothing after that. With a cheeky smile, I suggested what if we took the rest of the day off and talked more about the hosieries. Pete looked focused and didn’t know whether to take me serious or not. To give him the assurance, I reached out and grabbed his hands, and placed it over my warm and wet labia over the seamless pantyhose and let his hand cup my crotch.
It was as if he skipped a heartbeat, he froze again and struggle to say a word. But his body didn’t have any problem responding. His fingers started to grope and explore the wet labia valley. While maintaining the eye contact, I leaned over and whispered into his ear, how I also shared the same fetish and loved a man who knew how to appreciate it like how he did with his hand. Pete eventually said yes with shaky voice.
I grew impatient and wanted to go even faster. Since the line was crossed by both, I didn’t see the need for slowing down. As he was in the first client call, I walked up to his desk, pulled Pete on his chair back a little to make a room, then sat right in front of him on his desk with my legs spread open and both high heeled feet resting on the arm rests. My pantyhose clad crotch was in full open view.
I was so turned on by that time that my already fat labia was swollen more and all puffy, and was so wet like a fountain. I could feel the wet pussy juice dripping into my butt cheeks and soaking through the seamless pantyhose, living a big patch of wet spot on Pete’s desk.
Pete was really struggling to maintain his focus with the call. I didn’t care. I started to massage my pussy with my fingers, rubbing my clit between the labia lips. And every now and then I slapped it with my fingers and splashed some of my wetness from the soaked pantyhose to Pete’s face.
As he was still on the phone after a couple of minutes, I decided to take the phone off Pete and placed it on his desk next to me, with speaker mode and mute on. Then I grabbed Pete’s grey hair and pulled his face close to my wet and hot crotch and asked him if he could feel the heat radiating from it. He just nodded. Then I instructed him to speak no more unless he had to for work and go down on me until I told him to stop. He nodded again and with that I unmuted his phone and the pleasure began.
Pete was having the time of his life. You could tell from his face he loved the taste and the mess he had on his face as he was orally pleasuring me. The timing was close. I was about to have a super charged orgasm and it was very difficult trying to keep myself from screaming. Then I lost the control and finally gave into myself. I managed to hold myself from screaming but the pussy department wasn’t so successful. I had such an intense orgasm that I squirted a couple of jet stream of orgasmic juice through my pantyhose on to Pete’s face. It was as if someone sprayed him with a garden hose. Pete chocked. His client asked if he was Ok over the phone and Pete replied, he chocked on water and asked if he could call him later. The client told him that they could take the following week and the call ended.
As I was laying on his desk and catching my breath, suddenly I found Pete leaning over me and tried to kiss me while pressing and rubbing his hard cock against my pantyhose clad wet pussy. Pete was overly excited and definitely wanted to fuck me. The only thing that was stopping him at the time was the thin layer of my pantyhose.
Whereas I didn’t want to fuck him because I didn’t want him to think that I was one of the easy sluts. We were being cheeky and playful but that was about it and I wanted him to know that. So I pushed him away and with a stern voice, commanded him to stop. Thankfully, he didn’t turn out to be an arsehole and complied. After that I gave him a quick talk and explain how our new friendship should be to which he apologized and agreed.
As a reward, I told him that I was happy for him to masturbate and ejaculated over any part of my pantyhose, from the waste to toes, including the stilettos. Like a good man he was, he thanked me and started to jerk his cock. It was an impressive size, looked around 7.5 inches in length and thick girth. He didn’t have any problem with lubrication, thanks to my pussy juice from before and also his plentiful precum. And all that lubrication made Pete’s cock even more attractive, all shiny and slimy with slight upward bent. Although I wasn’t going to fuck Pete that day, I was definitely looking forward to fucking that cock!
Pete started to pace up and was getting close. Sensing that he was only seconds away from cumming, I asked where he wanted to spread his semen and he replied, over the pantyhose covered feet and the stilettos. I nodded and with that, he blew a few streams of thick and creamy semen and painted a large portion of the pantyhose clad feet and the red open-toe stiletto pumps. I was amazed by the quantity.
As I was rubbing his creamy semen over the pantyhose clad legs, Pete rubbed his thick mushroom head over the pantyhose clad feet to squeeze out the last drop of his spunk. I took Pete’s softening cock in my hand and gave it a few last jerks and a kiss on the mushroom head. We couldn’t believe what happened but neither made any complain, either.
We both got up and fixed our clothes, and went into the kitchen for coffee. It was the beginning of the very special friendship and over the following months until the end of the internship, we had so much fun together which are stories to share another time.
If you are still reading this, hope it wasn’t too boring and that you enjoyed it. Love to hear your thought, especially if you had a similar experience. Thanks for reading!