Seducing My Boss With My Sexy Stockings

I was beginning to suspect my boss had a thing for sexy stockings. To make sure I kept his attention, I always dressed professionally when I went into the office. Hair and makeup done, I’d stand in front of my closet deciding which skirt and blouse to wear. It had to be flattering enough to show a little cleavage. And then I’d grab a lingerie set from my drawer — mostly thigh highs require garters, but there were some fishnets too. Nothing compares to slipping on those stockings and feeling them hug my legs. After that, it was just a matter of adding a pair of black leather high heels and going off to work. His eyes seemed glued to me ever since.

We had kept our relationship a secret for some time before he decided to work things out with his wife; However, I noticed recently that he could not help but take in my legs when I went to drop off files in his office. Each time I bent down, the top of my stockings peeked out from under my skirt and as soon as I sat across from him, crossing my legs just high enough on my thigh for it to ride up – he adjusted himself on his chair and cleared his throat. It was then when I realized that seeing me in stockings got him aroused. So, it didn’t take long until I saw an opportunity to have him inside me again. The next day I wore my favorite thigh-high black stockings with red lace around the top, my tightest and shortest dress and highest heels. To make my purpose less obvious, I put a white cardigan over my dress. As soon as I stepped into his office he was smitten; I walked over to his side of the desk and climbed onto it, maneuvering my legs apart so he could see my matching red satin panties.

He was helpless against his fetish for sexy stockings. He barely had time to pull my dress up around my waist before his hands were running over my thighs, thumbs pushing into the red lace trim. His erection pressing against his trousers was all too visible. I stripped down, standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties adorned with those sinful thigh high stockings. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard dick which he pressed against my stocking-clad legs. Then with one swift motion, he tore aside my panties and entered me, plunging deep while his hands kept their grip on my legs and fingers pulling at the fabric of my stockings.

I was moaning with pleasure by the time he came inside me. I had fucked him good, and he knew it…