My mystery woman
story by Anonymous
I have to admit that it is great to be able to have a job that I enjoy. So many people are not as fortunate as I am. Their jobs are
just that....jobs. They come in, do their work, and leave. Day after day the same
thing. They just exist. But I REALLY love my work. I am the Product Line Manager
for a major Hosiery company. It only makes sense to have a woman in that position.
After all, it is the women of our society that have to wear this hosiery, so women
should be designing it. Now, I understand that the men of our country enjoy looking
at them, but, if truth be known, so do I. That makes me doubly fit for this line
of work.
I am a single woman, early 30's, nice figure, pretty face, on
the tall side........and dynamite legs! That is not *my* description, but that
of a number of others of both sexes. Seems that I turn my share of heads, both
male *and* female. But that is fine with me, because I turn my own head toward
the legs of lovely women myself. Men certainly do have a place in my life, though
still single, but there is just something about the softness and grace that we
women possess that just captivates me.
Anyway, my favorite part of my job
is when we get to review the latest fashions we have created. I have a special
wall in my office that is covered by a curtain most of the time, but when modeling
is done, a number of models stand on a platform just on the other side of the
wall. All that shows is their legs and feet as they walk across the platform,
stand to let us critique the hosiery, and then leave the other side. Watching
all of those beautiful, nyloned legs parade past me, stopping to let me admire
them, even the necessity for me to touch them and run my hand along their calves
to feel the smoothness of the fabric, sometimes briefly tickling an exposed arch
when I am in a playful mood.......well, it just makes living worthwhile.
One
night, I was working late in my office. It was in the winter, so it was dark outside
and I had only a small light on over my desk. The rest of the office was dark.
Suddenly, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I looked
up and could see that the light behind the modeling curtain was now on. I knew
that it had been turned off before, so someone was there. I watched for a few
moments and could see shadows of somene walking behind the curtain. No one should
be back there at that time of night, so I quietly walked over and listened. The
click of the shoes told me it was a woman.
She continued to just walk back
and forth on the platform, much like our models typically do. I finally reached
over to the curtain pull and yanked it open quickly, figuring it would scare whoever
it was away. I revealed an extremely lovely pair of tan nyloned legs in black
heels. She stopped but did not run. Instead I heard a whisper, "It's about
time you opened the curtain. I've been waiting." She then continued her modeling
walk, showing me the best attributes of her legs and our hosiery. Her whispering
effectively masked her voice so I could not recognize it.
"Who are
you?", I asked, in a tone that betrayed my obvious enjoyment of this spectacle.
"Just
someone who knows what you like, and how much you like it," she whispered
again. I tried to look up behind the curtain, but the lighting of the platform
shadowed her upper body. I could tell, however, that she was wearing nothing from
the waist down, except for the pantyhose. My heart began to race at that sight.
"Ah, ah, ahhhh", she whispered, "No fair peeking. I guess you need
something else to draw your attention downward." With that, she turned the
backs of her legs to me, then slipped off one shoe and held her stockinged foot
up, sole toward me, toes slowly wriggling. Apparently her comment about "knows
what you like" included knowledge of my foot fetish. It's one of the other
reasons I enjoy designing sexy hosiery. I think they make our feet even sexier.
"Go
ahead", she whispered, "kiss my foot. I know you want to." She
was right. I still had no idea who she was, why she was doing this, or how she
knew so much about me personally. But the fact remained that I did *indeed* want
to kiss her foot and caress her legs. I tenderly cradled the top of her foot in
one hand and leaned down to kiss it, rubbing her other leg with my other hand.
I could hear her moaning above me. Whether it was for my benefit, as everything
else seemed to be, or she was truly enjoying it, I couldn't tell. But it didn't
matter to me. I was getting very hot by now.
"I would feel so fulfilled
if you would climax while enjoying my legs and feet", she whispered. "Would
you like that?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, yyyyesssss", I moaned, totally
lost in the moment.
"Then do it. Reach down your pantyhose and bring
yourself to climax", she whispered. I don't even know why I did it. It was
like I was relinquishing control to this mystery woman. But I didn't even hesitate.
I reached down my pantyhose and found that special spot. She compensated my use
of that hand by keeping her foot and toes gently rubbing my face and cheeks while
I ran my hand up and down her other leg. Before long, the fires, which had been
building within me, erupted in the most intense orgasm I could remember.
Weakened
by the intensity of climax, I crumpled to my knees, leaning on the platform. The
light went out and I could hear the woman replacing her shoe and running off the
platform. As quickly as I was able to, I got up and went to the door leading to
the stage/modeling area. I stopped and listened, but heard nothing. I switched
on the lights, but the room was empty.
That was the first time. Since then,
my mystery woman has returned a couple of times. Not every time I work late, but
ONLY when I work late. I still do not know who she is, but she satisfies a desire
within me that I have kept pretty much hidden over the years. I am sure that if
I really wanted to, I could discover her identity when she visits. I'm just not
sure I really want to.
Story posted by Anonymous
on Friday, February 01, 2008 @ 13:53:13 PST
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