Dress Code
story by imt80s
I’ve worked in an office environment for several years. Next to church, that
used to be the best place to see pantyhose legs. The place I work at now does
not enforce a business to business causal dress code. So my female co-worker’s
dress sense sucks. Some time ago they hired a woman named Karen. She was a tall
thin Portuguese lady. She had a cute face and a great personality. However, her
dress sense matched her body, thin. She always wore high heel thongs. It didn’t
matter if it was hot or cold. She would wear those awful thong shoes or flip flops.
She was always nice to me. Everyday she would visit me desk to chat.
One
day I got a real treat. Karen was wearing a low cut flowery dress. Along with
a long black duster sweater. Plus 3 inch cork sandals and beige pantyhose. All
day I went out of my way to be nice to her. Whenever she needed help, I would
rush over to assist her. The next day was my late day. I was scheduled to work
from noon until 9pm. It was also a warm day, not a good pantyhose day. On my way
to work, I thought Karen will be bare legged again. When I got to work, I was
glad to be wrong. Karen was in a short blue dress sleeveless dress with black
heels and tan pantyhose. She was sitting Indian style in her seat all day. Each
time she got out of her seat, I got an up the skirt show. Her shoes were off most
of the time. So I got a good look at her pantyhose feet. Again I gave her the
royal treatment all day.
At 8pm the supervisors go home. Anyone scheduled
to work until 9pm is trusted to work independently. Karen was scheduled to get
off at 8pm, but she volunteered to work overtime. At about 8:30 I got up for a
bathroom break. A minute later on my way back to my seat I passed Karen’s desk.
Karen, shoeless got up to confront me. She was about 5’6” without her shoes. Karen
wanted to know why I’ve been so nice to her over the past few days. “I’ve always
been nice to you, but you’re almost cold to me.” Karen said. I told her I’ve just
been in a good mood all week.
Then Karen said “You’ve told me several
times how nice I look. I’ve worn dresses before, but you never said a word.” Next
she looked herself over. Then she looked me right in the eyes and smirked. “Are
you one of those guys with a pantyhose fetish? That’s it isn’t! If I had known
I would have worn pantyhose sooner.” Then Karen came closer and kissed me. “I’ve
wanted to do that sooner too.” I was surprised and a little turned on. Then Karen,
still with her shoes off, stood on my feet and planted a bigger kiss on me. That
one did it, we were all over each other. Karen jumped up and wrapped her legs
around my waist.
I suggested we leave early and go somewhere. Karen didn’t
want to wait. She wanted to go at it right there. Thinking fast, I carried her
into a nearby small conference room. This room was great and best of all, the
blinds were already closed. As soon as I sat her on the table she began removing
her dress. She stood on the table letting the dress slide down her body. This
revealed her bra, suntan sheer to the waist pantyhose, and thong panties. I was
really enjoying the show then I remembered, lock the door! Karen reached down
to unbutton my shirt. I reached up to unhook her bra. When it came off, Karen
grabbed it and held on to one end. It was almost a tug of war for it. I thought
that she no longer wanted to. Then she told me she wanted it on during sex. I
told her she didn’t need it. Karen looked almost offended. She let got of the
bra and sat on the table. Karen covered herself with her hand. She looked the
same way Demi Moore looked on the “Striptease” poster. “It’s because my boobs
are so small I don’t need a bra at all.” Karen said softly. Then I realized, she
was an A cup and felt embarrassed by that. I told her keeping her top on would
ruin the mood for me. I told her how beautiful she was and how much I wanted her
at that point. With that, Karen opened her arms for me. I threw her bra over my
shoulder and went to her. I lifted her off of the table and placed her on the
floor. I spent several minutes kissing her lips and tits. Then Karen told me she
wanted me inside of her. I took down her pantyhose and thong. The sex was great
we both came twice.
We went for magic number three when I heard footsteps.
I got up and started to get dressed. Karen thought I was being paranoid. So she
remained in the nude. I was right, it was the desk guard making his rounds. I
got my clothes on just in time as the guard came through the door leading to our
department. I walked out of the conference room to meet him. Karen blushed all
over and starting getting dressed. She pulled on her thong and wiggled into her
pantyhose. The guard wanted to know if we were leaving soon. Because it was way
past 9pm. Meanwhile Karen was looking around for something. She began waving her
arms for my help. She mouthed the words “where’s my bra?” Then the guard asked
me where Karen was. I told him she went to the bathroom. The guard asked, “She
went to the bathroom without her shoes?” Karen’s shoes where clearly visible under
her desk. I told the guard maybe she felt brave and the janitor did just mop in
there. Karen was now frantic. She continued to wave her arms for my help. Then
out of the corner of my eye I saw a part of her bra hanging out of the trashcan.
That was where it landed when I threw it over my shoulder. The guard asked me
what I was doing in the conference room. I said, “I THINK I DROPPED SOMETHING
IMPORTANT IN THE TRASH.” Karen got the message. She retrieved her bra, put it
and her dress back on. The guard asked me to leave soon. I agreed and thanked
him for checking on us. With that the guard left our department. Karen came out
to get her shoes. Once she had them on she gave me a kiss. Then she punched me
on the arm. That was for throwing her bra away. We gathered our things and left
for the evening. Soon afterwards Karen was transferred to another office.
The
good news was she wore pantyhose everyday until then. The better news was she
later returned. Check back for that story.
Story posted by imt80s
on Tuesday, June 26, 2007 @ 16:12:28 PDT
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