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.