 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 02.09. at 01:20:58 >>>Ian worked for a small, but succesful clothing manufacturer. He was basically the visual artist for their in-house ad department. He liked the job. It was fun, paid fairly well, and he liked everyone he worked with. Of course, the fact that they were all women in their twenties and thirties didn't hurt either. He'd started up an office friendship with two or three girls so far, and everyone else seemed to like him a lot. >>>Ian was at his desk one day (musing, if truth be told, about how to manage an office romance with Terry, the receptionist) when Janine (one of the copywriters) stopped by on her way in. Janine was not on his list of "possibles" (she spoke endlessly about her boyfriend,) but he was glad to see her anyway. Janine was serious fantasy-material-short, dark hair, pouty lips, smoky eyes...but her main attraction (to I, pronounced "E") were her legs. Long but curvy, they were always clothed in opaque tights (black, this time), our hero's most serious weakness. She sat in a chair opposite Ian's desk that day and started chatting about something Ian never heard, because her behavior commanded his entire attention. She began by untying the laces on her tennis shoes (she was a long-haul commuter) and slipping them off slowly, wriggling her toes in her tights as they were revealed.>>>Ian's breath caught in his throat as he watched her toes flex and extend under black nylon, the little light of her toes glowing faintly beneath the soft, thick fabric. She rubbed her feet gently as she "caught up" with Ian, then she pulled a pair of high heels out of her bag and slipped them on with a groan. She said a "see-you-later," and left, complaining already about the heels. She stopped as she left, turned to Ian, and said "The hell with it, I'm not wearin' shoes today!" Then she grinned, stepped out of her uncomfortable pumps, and padded away.>>>Ian was still trying to recover from that short, sharp shock of horniness when Eva from accounting hobbled up, hopped onto Ian's desk, stuck her right foot (in cream opaques) in his face, and asked him what he thought of her new nail polish. He saw a glimmer of bright red (not an accounting color!) under the off-white nylon before his head started spinning...>>>It went that way all day. Bettina spent about half an hour going over some work with him, with her (red!) hosed feet propped up (and in strappy, open-toed shoes) on his desk. He caught Carol pulling up her suntan hose in the hallway. She caught his eye, said "Hi, Ian," and didn't even let her skirt drop. Pam sat in his lap at the mid-day meeting, tousling his hair and kicking her pale pink-tighted legs before hopping off and finding her seat.>>>"What is going on?" Ian thought through the meeting. His head was light, his groin ready to burst. He kept going over the facts in his head: Every woman here is wearing tights or hose, and a short skirt. Many of them have been deliberately showing their hose to me, sometimes really provocatively (his penis grew even harder,) Even the boss is wearing my favorite->>>"Isn't that so, Ian?" The boss suddenly asked, and Ian had no idea what they'd been talking about. Liz sat at the end of the table, a cute (but scary) little smirk on her face, her eyes looking right into his...>>>"Uhm, uh, well...">>>"As I thought. Ian, you've really got to keep your mind on these meetings. Stop daydreaming. Tell you what, see me in my office after we're through, OK?">>>"Sorry, Liz. I'm with you. What was the topic?">>>At that moment Katy from accounting began to stretch her legs to Ian's left. Her toes squirmed in her forest-green tights as she yawned. >>>"Take a seat, kiddo." Liz motioned to her desk. Liz's office was walled in, but in glass. Floor-to-cieling vertical blinds provided privacy, but Liz preferred to hold one-on-one meetings in full view of the rest of the staff. Ian was surprised, then, to see her walk over to the windows and shut the blinds, cutting them off from the girls in the office (who could be seen stealing glances in even as they were "shut out")>>>She then walked over to where Ian was sitting, sat up on the desk in front of him, and Ian began to see stars.>>>She was wearing a brown velvet mindress who's hem hovered somewhere between mid-thigh and hip. snug at the top (over her ample breasts) then falling loosely over her largish frame. Liz was a full figured girl. Some would say "overweight," but she carried herself with such brazen confidence in her heat, that rare was the man who could picture himself turning her down if she went after him. Where the skirt ended, Ian's troubles began. Liz was wearing ORANGE tights. They hugged her curvaceous legs firmly, with only a little wrinkling at the ankle when she flexed her foot while taking...her...shoes...off...>>>"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" Ian suddenly blurted as Liz's toes began squirming un-self-conciously, just inches from his steaming cock. "Everyone's been-">>>Everyone's been what, Ian? Showing you their legs? Their feet? Is everyone wearing tights? Is that what you're talking about?">>>"Yes..." Ian moaned dejectedly>>>"And you think it's a practical joke, right? One of us found out that girls in tights drive you crazy-" her feet flexed and pointed "so we decided to play a little joke on you. Have a litle fun at your expense?">>>"Yes." Ian was close to tears.>>>"Well, you're half-right. Terry went to school with one of your ex-girlfriends.">>>"Frieda." Ian groaned.>>>"That's the one. She told Terry, Terry told us, and that's where your thoery falls apart.">>>"What?">>>"Terry hated Frieda when she snarled out your secret, hoping we would make your life a hell of embarassment. Sorry to give you a taste of that today, but I couldn't resist. I wanted you to experience one day of manic frustration and confusion before things changed around here permanently.">>>"Change?" Ian gulped.>>>"Don't worry, you're not being fired. But you will be if you fail to follow the new rules.">>>"New rules?">>>"There are only three. First, you must give me one thirty-minute foot massage every day we're in the office together. Miss one, and you owe me an hour. understand?">>>Ian nodded vigorously, his eyes never leaving Liz's feet.>>>"Second, you will be required to perform, within reason, the same or similar tasks for any of your co-workers who have cleared such tasks through me.">>>"What sort of tasks?" Ian asked, fully intrigued now.>>>"We'll decide together which you can accept and which you can't, but it could include working very closely over weekends, travel, long nights in hotel rooms...">>>"Really?">>>"Really, Ian. We all like you a lot here. Some of us like you in a particular way. You like everybody here, don't you?">>>Ian admitted that he did.>>>"So you shouldn't have any trouble doing little favors for them, like...">>>"Like what?" Ian asked, a little nervously.>>>"Well, Ian, we all took a vote. We decided that we'd really like it if you wore tights to the office.">>>"WHAT?" Ian almost bolted from the chair.>>>"Relax." Liz pushed him back in his seat. With her foot. "You may wear trousers until the start of the work day. At 9:00, you will change into one of these." She held out a large shopping bag filled with multicolored nylon. "I suggest you go change right now (I really like the gray, hint, hint) then we'll resume our little talk, and you can give me that first massage. When Terry told me that you used to wear tights with your old girlfriend, I thought I was going to come.">>>"Liz?" Ian said, getting out of his seat.>>>"Yes, Ian?" Liz replied, holding out the bag.>>>"Are these good enough?" Ian undid his belt and allowed his pants to drop to the floor. Charcoal gray tights clung softly to his legs, stretching tightly over his rampant erection, which seemed to strain mightily against the taut nylon.>>>Liz gasped, and plunged her stockinged feet into his lap as he fell back in the chair. Her orange-nylon covered toes scrambled madly over the hard ridge in Ian's tights, sending sensations up the shaft that he'd never felt before. (Certainly not with Frieda!) He arched his back as her lovely feet sent him over, the toes squirming as he yelled out in orgasm, the hot semen jetting into his tights in steaming blasts. Liz cooed as she rubbed her feet against Ian's come, then sighed and sat back as his head sank slowly, grinningly, between her soft, orange thighs...>>>She didn't even tell him about his raise... Answers to this message:
|
