Pantyhose foot co-worker
story by blu2fan
We had been hired at roughly the same time. I was taking a position that had just been opened, and Andrea was replacing another dispatcher that had been fired for sleeping on the job. The trucking company decided to add an overnight security guard, because they had recently began delivering sensitive materials and sometimes left loaded trailers on the lot .
I had talked to her several times, while making my building checks, but hadn't really gotten to know her. She was attractive in a dark and mysterious kind of way. Innocent but also seemed to have another side to her that I couldn't quite explain.
She was quite a bit younger than me, I could tell. I was guessing mid to late twenties. She had dark hair and the calmest, prettiest eyes I had ever seen. She also had large breasts, which always filled out the pullover shirts that she wore. They complemented her full figure nicely. I always made it a point to check in on her a few times during the night, for a chance to see them. Night shifts can be long, and you think all kinds of things, and do things to keep yourself awake.
There was no dress code for dispatchers, since no one ever saw them in the office. Most of the time she wore loose fitting clothes to be comfortable, because a 12 hour overnight shift can be a nightmare.
Then one evening in early October, I went in to check the office. I had a small desk in the dispatching area, and the lot supervisor would leave any special orders there for me. As I approached the desk, I saw that Andrea was wearing a blue denim one piece dress with dark tan pantyhose and slip on open toe sandals with no heel covering or strap. I couldn't believe my eyes. The dress hit her just below mid thigh and I could see her nylon covered leg all the way down to her well rounded heels.
She was sitting crossed ankled, talking on the phone. I could see the sole of one of her stockinged feet where the sandal had dangled away. I stood there for a moment, staring at her feet. This was a dream come true for me. I had a stocking foot fetish that is rarely indulged. My wife knows about it, but doesn't wear hose very often. When she does, she takes them off at the first opportunity.
Suddenly, I realized that Andrea had turned around to see what I was doing. Oh, shit! I panicked. I tried to turn away casually, but I could feel my face flush with heat and also realized that my dick had pitched a tent in my uniform trousers. She turned back around and continued talking. Had she seen me staring at her feet? If she did and saw my bulge, would she report me for sexual harassment? Holy shit. I thought: I can't afford to lose this job.
When she hung up the phone, she said “Hi” without turning around. I acknowledged her and sat down at my desk. It just happened to face the dispatcher from the side, where I was facing her directly from her right side. I wanted to get up and leave, but my dick was now pressing so hard against my poorly fitting pants, that I was sure she would see it if I stood up.
She went on about her business, and I tried to concentrate on my work. Of course the supervisor had not left anything for me to review, so I was stuck. I pretended to go over the past weeks logs, but I couldn't stop looking at her nylon covered legs. I am certainly not a sexual predator and I am cautious not to sexually harass any females, but I was having a hell of a time not pulling my dick out right there, and jacking while looking at her.
What the hell is the matter with me? I just kept looking every chance I could. Sometimes she would flip her foot back and forth and the sandal would almost shake off, revealing her dark tan sheer toe covered feet.
After about 20 minutes, I decided that I couldn't take it anymore, and went for the door. Luckily the phone had rang, and she was taking information on an accident that one of our drivers had in California.
I stepped outside into the cool night air. It was about 12:30 in the morning and everything was quiet around the yard. I tried to get my mind off what I had just seen, but I couldn't. I kept picturing her sitting there in her hose, and me out here missing the chance to see them. I had to stay out, I didn't want her to see me ogling her, and complain about me. I guess that would be pretty uncomfortable for her after all. I mean she doesn't know that I'm harmless and that it's actually admiration of her sexy stockinged feet.
I made several lot checks and then about a quarter after two, I was so cold, that I had to go in and warm up. I didn't want to, but I was shivering. When I entered, Andrea was standing by the coffee pot, which was on the opposite end of the dispatch office. She just smiled at me and continued making coffee. Then it hit me, Oh my god, she's taken her sandals off, and walking around the carpeted office in her stocking feet.
As she walked back to her desk, she asked if I was cold, and I said I was. She just laughed and said: “ I wondered how long you were going to keep freezing your ass off before you came back in.” I didn't know what to say. Had she seen me eyeing her feet and was teasing me or was she just making small talk. I didn't know. I went to the coffee pot and poured a cup. I leaned against the counter to drink it, fighting the urge to go over and look at her feet. I couldn't stop myself, I went to my desk and sat down.
After a few minutes, she turned to face me. The look on her face scared me to death. I thought she was going to tell me that she had complained on me. Instead, with a straight face she said: “Why did you run out of here so fast earlier?” In that moment I had a choice. I looked at her and started to tell her that I had some rounds to make, but my stupid fucking mouth said something totally different.
“I was looking at your pantyhosed legs and feet and I was afraid that you would get mad. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.” She just looked at me for a few seconds and said: “My pantyhose made you that excited?”, and pointed at my crotch. I realized that I was at the corner of my desk instead of behind it, and my raging hard-on was standing at full attention.
It was too late now, why not tell her. I told her that I had a stocking foot fetish and that I got turned on by hers. I also added that I was sorry if I had embarrassed her. She didn't react the way I thought she would, instead she asked me about it. How long I had the fetish, did I like certain colors or styles. and so on. We talked about it for a while, and I realized that she was totally cool with it.
She finally said, “Well. I don't mind if you check my feet out, I'm kind of intrigued by it.” She then pulled out a drawer and placed her feet on it. I could see her nyloned soles as plain as day. She had really lovely shaped feet, not to big nor too small. I just sat there and looked at them until she said; “OK, come up for air, Geez!” and laughed. I told her I couldn't help it. She asked if I wanted to rub them and without hesitation I did. God her feet were so soft and smooth. I gave her the best foot massage I could, all the while thinking about my raging hard-on. I could feel the pre-cum soaking into my underwear.
After about a half an hour she said:” You know, the day crew will be getting here in about an hour and a half, you can't walk around here sporting that wood. Why don't you take care of business?” I couldn't believe it. She was actually suggesting that I masturbate. I said “Wouldn't that bother you, knowing I'm in the bathroom right across from you, beating off?” She said: “Who said anything about the bathroom, you can do it right here. No one can come through the gate without me letting them in, there's no way you'll get caught.”
I hesitated, I mean I really wanted to, The thought of jerking off to her stocking feet while she watched me was exciting, but I was also scared. I didn't want to risk this job. She said: “Come on, I want to see you jack it, don't make me report you to the bosses.” She was grinning an evil grin. I knew she wasn't serious, or was she. She told me that she had never seen a guy jack-off in person, she caught her ex-boyfriend once, but he stopped when he saw her and refused to finish.
I went against my better judgment and stood up. I looked around, and saw no one was coming down the road. I un-zipped my trousers and pulled my hard prick out for her to see. I was excited and somewhat embarrassed at the same time. I mean I'm not exactly Long Dong Silver. I'm just under 5 inches, when I'm at my hardest.
She didn't say anything but just looked at it and then at my face and smiled like “Well,I'm waiting.”
I looked at her stocking feet which she had now moved to the desktop. I reached down and began stroking back and forth. God this felt good. There was an awkwardness to it, but more of a charge for me. I would look at her face and could tell that she really liked watching me. I looked down and saw pre-cum spitting out and hitting the carpet.
I must have stood there for a good five minutes, stroking my dick for her, watching her beautiful feet covered in the soft, shiny tan pantyhose. Then, I realized that I couldn't hold back any longer, my swollen balls were pulsing, from swinging back and forth. They were ready to blow, and she must have seen me tense up, because at the last few seconds before I blew, she lifted her left foot off the desk and put it in front of my red throbbing dick. I hit her soft sole a couple of times, and that was it. I erupted with a huge glob of cum that hit her foot and just kind of hung there.
I kept milking it until I couldn't possibly go anymore. I stood there, gasping for breath, fully exhausted and shaking. I wanted to drop to my knees, hug her nyloned legs and thank her for letting me finish on her.
She grabbed her ankle, bent her leg up and looked at the splatters on her soft, silky sole. She made a couple of circles through the glob with her right index finger and then smiled. “How long have you been carrying that around?” she said. “That was a lot.” I just stood there. I didn't know what to do. I was between embarrassment and total ecstasy. Finally she handed me a kleenex and said “Here, don't get it on your pants.” I snapped back to reality. She was so matter of fact about it. Like she was used to it. I stood there cleaning myself, with her going about her business. I was speechless. I couldn't believe I had done that.
She didn't say anything else the rest of the shift, and I stayed outside in the cold the rest of the morning until the next shift came in. She left the office with only a “See ya.” I was scared. Really scared. Had she had a change of heart after seeing me standing there wanking over her feet?
I got my lunch box and punched the clock and went to my truck. I couldn't believe I had done that. I could get in more trouble than my feeble mind could get me out of. On the way home I realized I hadn't eaten my lunch, and had worked up a hunger after spanking it so hard. When I opened my lunch box, I found a note that simply read: I think you've started something.”
Story posted by blu2fan
on Friday, November 04, 2005 @ 10:05:29 PST
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