DAVE'S LITTLE BOOK OF STOCKING STORIES

ISABELLE

There was no longer the stench of death in the air, there were no more air raid sirens, no more smoke from the fires.  Now you could hear the birds singing, children playing, and people trying to get back to their lives.  The war was over, only scorched towns and burned out buildings left to remind you of the terror that filled the lives of the people of France for so long.  I had not been there when the worst of the fighting occurred.  No, I only arrived after the surrender was signed and clean up of the war torn country began.  I was young, full of adventure, and in awe of actually being somewhere outside the United States for the first time in my life.  I missed home, but yet I loved France .  Yes, I loved France , not just for its charm, not just because it was the first place outside my home I had seen.  No, looking back I’m sure a lot of my love for France was Isabelle. 

Shortly after I arrived in France , right after the fighting stopped, I was assigned to patrol a little town in the rustic countryside about an hour from Paris .  It was there that I met Isabelle.  It was there that the rest of my life was changed forever.  Isabelle was a little older than I was, maybe 3 or 4 years older.  But while her age was close, her maturity and experience were far beyond mine.  She was beautiful, long dark hair that rested effortlessly on her round shoulders.  She had big brown eyes that sparkled with life even after having lived through so much death and destruction.  Her smile was genuine, inviting, seductive.  As I would patrol the streets of the little town where she lived, I would see her often, usually helping someone trying to rebuild parts of their homes or workplaces.  I would notice her every day it seemed, and soon found myself thinking about her every evening.  I don’t know if it was the romance of France , of being young, of being in a new world for the first time, or if it was truly love, but Isabelle seemed to be all I could think about after a while.  We would speak casually when I’d pass by, which I found myself going out of my way to do as often as possible.  Her English was broken and sometimes impossible to understand, but as time went by, and her interaction with the Americans increased, her English became a little easier to understand.  Honestly, most of the time I could not have told you a word she said, but every time I saw her I felt like we had talked for hours.  Looking into her eyes I could read her every thought, so I believed anyway.  Isabelle always dressed the same, a peasant blouse and long skirt, ribbon in her long dark hair to hold it back, and a pair of worn out shoes.  But even in those drab clothes, her beauty seemed to glow and fill the town with its brilliance.  Her skin was silky, soft and smooth, like that of an actress or model.  Her lips were plump and red, although I don’t think she owned lipstick.  Some women need makeup to achieve the natural beauty Isabelle possessed, and some, no amount of makeup could help be that beautiful.  She was slender, her legs were long, and her curves were more feminine than I had ever seen.  I found myself often with visions of Isabelle in my head, dressed differently, in nice clothes, looking glamorous, stunning, sophisticated.  When we would talk, I felt like her eyes were looking into my soul, and that she understood the feelings I had for her.  When her hand would reach out to touch my arm as we spoke, my skin would feel her warmth, causing my body to ache for her. 

After a month or so of my patrols where I would somehow find Isabelle I finally worked up the nerve to ask her if I could see her when I was free.  Her broken English with the heavy French accent seemed so romantic, and when she agreed to see me one evening I felt like Humphrey Bogart, or some other famous star in a romantic movie, getting ready to see the untouchable woman staring in the same movie.  Our meeting was just in the town square, sitting on the side of the stone fountain located in the center.  That first “date” wasn’t much, no special moments, no searing kisses, no passionate love making.  We just sat and talked.  And because of our language barriers, we didn’t talk about much.    Isabelle was intrigued with America , and wanted to know every little detail about where I was from.  Having lived in Ohio all my then short life never seemed special or exciting, but in Isabelle’s eyes, it was the most wonderful place on earth.  We talked about our families and friends, then our “date” was over.  I had to get back to my base, and Isabelle was worried her parents would not approve of her being out much after dark with a strange American soldier.  As we parted, I asked if we could do it again, see each other like we had that first time.  Isabelle said she would hope so, but she needed her parent’s permission.  My emotions were both excited at my first date with Isabelle, and distressed at the thought I might never get to talk with her or be with her again.  With a wave of her hand she turned and skipped away toward her home.  I smiled, blew her a kiss, and turned to go back to the drab world of being a soldier.

As it turned out, Isabelle’s parents allowed her to spend more time with me, but only after coming to their home and having dinner with them so that they too could meet this man who evidently had worked his way into their daughters’ heart.  I remember how nervous I was at that meeting, but it went fine.  I met her mother and father, and her younger sister.  The meal was simply some soup and bread, with a glass of wine.  I knew they had little, and that the wine was their way of accepting me, as the money spent on that little extravagance could have easily gone to food or clothes, or other household needs for the poor family trying to rebuild their lives.  To this day I still can taste that sweet wine they shared with me, not because it was so unusually good, but because of the goodness with which it was offered and shared.  And when I remember that wine, I remember looking across the table into Isabelle’s sparkling brown eyes.

Isabelle and I spent many evenings together in that little town.  And when I got my orders that I was to ship out and go back to Ohio , I remember my heart sinking.  My buddies were all celebrating and cheering, and I had to force a smile to my face so I didn’t look like a love sick fool not wanting to leave.  I knew Isabelle would be devastated, and I wanted to do something special with her, no for her, so that our memories together would last a life time.  We didn’t have much money either as soldiers, but I scraped together I could, and called in every favor any of my buddies owed me.  I came up with a picnic for Isabelle and me to share on our last night together.  I got a bottle of wine, some bread, some meat and a few other little goodies.  There was no picnic basket, no red and white checkered table cloth, no, only a green back pack and a green army blanket for our final night.  I was able to secure a meager gift for Isabelle, a pair of silk stockings.  I knew she had nothing like them, and that she would love actually having a real pair.  They were in a pale yellow box, and I found a small length of white lace that I used to tie in a bow around the box. 

Isabelle’s tears rolled down her face when I told her that I was being sent home.  She didn’t want to go on the picnic, and I had to use every ounce of persuasion I could muster to get her to go.  It was late afternoon when I arrived at her home, and by time the tears stopped and we walked through the nearly abandoned streets to a nearby meadow it was almost sunset.  The field was on fire with the colors of the wildflowers blooming there.  The sky was exploding with bright oranges, purples, blues as the sun began to move below the rolling hills just beyond the meadow.  There were still some birds singing as they roosted in the nearby trees for the evening.  One could not have painted a more perfect setting for a romantic tragedy to occur.  I opened the wine and we shared the fruit of the vine together.  No words were spoken between us as we sipped the sweet red wine.  I gazed endlessly into Isabelle’s eyes, and she into mine.  We were full of youth, life, love, and words could not express those intense feelings.  Our shadows on the ground grew longer and longer as we savored the wine, savored the time together.  Funny thing about love, we never did eat anything that I had prepared in that knapsack.  We did finish off the wine, but the only other item to come from that faded green pack was the present I had brought for Isabelle.

She looked at the thin yellow box with the lace white ribbon around it as it sat on her lap.  I told her it wasn’t much, but it was from my heart, and something that she could hold on to when she wanted to remember me.  Before she opened it, we kissed.  It was like no other kiss we had ever shared, and like no other kiss I would enjoy for the rest of my life.  It was soft, yet passionate, and it made the earth stop spinning.  I remember my mind being flooded with thoughts of how to get out of going home, as everything waiting for me in Ohio suddenly meant nothing to me.  All I wanted in this life was to be in Isabelle’s arms and have my lips pressed against hers’.  All too soon our kiss was ended, but it lived in my heart forever, and it will never die.  Isabelle’s small, soft, yet weathered hands held the yellow box tightly while her eyes sparkled and looked into mine.  I looked down at the box, as if to tell her to go ahead and open it.  Slowly her fingers caressed the lace which formed the bow on the box.  I longed for those fingers to be caressing me gently, wishing I was that lace.  Isabelle slowly began to pull one of the free ends of the lace, and the bow began to shrink until it was only a memory, and the lace was again nothing but a piece of discarded material that I picked up earlier in the day.  When Isabelle lifted the top of the yellow box, there was no fancy tissue paper inside, no special wrapping, just two stockings folded together waiting for her special touch.  With pride she slowly lifted them from the box, holding them tightly in her fingers, gently caressing their special softness.  Her eyes glassed over as she was holding back tears as she lifted the two light brown stockings to her soft white face.  Her eyes closed as she slid the silk across her glowing cheeks.  She took a deep breath in as she inhaled the scent of the new stockings.  Even though she had never owned a pair in her young life, she knew exactly what they were, and I could see that I could not have given my love anything more special to remember me by.  I said nothing while Isabelle enjoyed that special time of receiving my gift.  I know I more enjoyed watching her than anything else in the world.  It truly was more blessed to give than receive that fateful day. 

Isabelle must have gone on for 15 or 20 minutes with the stockings before she looked back at me with a smile of a child on Christmas morning, a child that had just received everything they ever wished for from Santa.  I was caught a little off guard when she lunged at me, throwing her arms around my neck, knocking me backwards to the ground and kissing me deeply.  The feel of her body against mine was like heaven.  I could feel her heart pounding against my chest as her firm, round breasts pressed against me.  I could feel the heat penetrating through her cotton blouse and skirt, through my uniform and to my skin.  My arms around her seemed to fit perfectly as I held her tightly as we kissed.  Again, thoughts of Ohio were the furthest thing from my mind, and the emotions of the moment could have easily made me stay in France forever.  Finally, in her broken English with her heavy French accent, Isabelle told me that she must put on the stockings for me.  We sat up on the worn green blanket that we had laid out for our picnic, and Isabelle took off her worn leather shoes.  While her feet were dirty, her skin rough from the manual work that she performed on a daily basis, her legs were gorgeous.  They were long, thin, and very shapely.  I found myself more than mildly aroused as I watched Isabelle begin to slowly slide the silky stockings over her soft skin.  Thoughts of making love to her right there in the meadow while she was wearing her prize stockings filled my head.  As she pulled the first stocking to her now revealed thigh, Isabelle looked over at me and smiled.  This was no longer the smile of a young French girl, but the seductive smile of a mature French woman.  She could see the effect she was having on me, and I could see that she knew exactly what I had running through my head.  She smiled bigger.  When the seductive act of pulling on the second stocking was completed, Isabelle stood and gathered her long peasant skirt, lifting it up past the tops of the stockings now on her long, sleek legs.  She posed for me, turning around, moving her legs to different positions.  The sight of Isabelle in those stockings was more intoxicating to me than any alcoholic drink, more arousing than any pin up poster I had seen in the barracks.  I felt Isabelle’s eyes on me the entire time she was modeling for me, watching my every reaction.  She could see that she was having an effect on me, one that I could see that she was enjoying.  Because Isabelle did not have any garters to hold up the stockings, they began to slip down her beautiful legs.  She would grab at them and pull them up, and seemed a little embarrassed at that, but I loved it.  It made me want her even more.  I rose to my knees and extended my arms toward her.  At first she took a step back, grinning as if to tease me, staying just out of my reach.  I looked into her eyes, and Isabelle fell into my arms.  We again began to kiss, embraced in each other’s arms, rolling on the blanket as one.  The last shadows were gone before we stopped kissing from that embrace.  My lips tingled from the ravenous embrace of our lips.  We were lying side by side on the grass, having rolled of the blanket long ago.  Our bodies were entangled together, as we laid there gazing endlessly into each other’s eyes.  I could see Isabelle’s wanting, passion, and desire in her eyes as we lay there together.  I know she could sense, if not feel, my arousal and aching for her.  I felt Isabelle’s hand touch mine, and slowly guide it to her plump, round breast.  I could feel that the only thing between my hand and the soft, smooth skin of her breast was the thin cotton blouse she was wearing.  I could feel her hard nipple in the palm of my hand as she slowly moved my hand across her chest.  We began to kiss again, softly, warmly, and lovingly. 

I knew there would be trouble with my sergeant when I returned late, but I didn’t care.  Because it was summer, the sun came up very early, and when Isabelle and I finally finished making love in that meadow, the sky was beginning to turn that wonderful purple and red that precedes the sunrise.  Our last kiss will burn in my heart for all eternity, the tears we shared, the broken promises we made, everything will last forever as long as there is a universe to hold them.  I snuck back to my bunk right before the bugle blew to wake us for another day in the army.  We were already packed, and as soon as we had breakfast, we were on a plane on the long journey that would finally end for me weeks later in Ohio .  I don’t remember having one good night’s sleep for months.  I would continually wake up with Isabelle on my mind.  They say time heals all wounds, but the scar Isabelle left on my life never healed.  Years later I did marry, and I did love my wife, but there was still a warm glow in my heart for Isabelle.  I often wondered what ever happened to her.  I secretly wrote her letters over the years, but never heard back.  I didn’t even know if they reached her, but somehow, in a small way, they helped ease my pain of loosing her.

A few weeks ago, after a lifetime of being apart, I received a call from an attorney.  He told me that he needed to see me, that he had something for me.  I was curious, but reluctantly agreed to meet him.  It only took a few minutes for him to have me sign a paper to serve as proof that I had received the package and for him to turn it over to me.  The box was a Federal Express package, and I had no idea what was in it, nor whom it was from.  I sat there in the restaurant where I had met the attorney and opened the box.  Inside, after the paper packing was removed I saw the real contents, and my heart stopped.  I slowly removed a thin yellow box with a white lace bow tied around it.  I instantly recognized it as the one I had given to Isabelle so many years ago.  Between the ribbon and the box was an envelope with my name on it.  I pulled the envelope out and opened the letter.  It was of course from Isabelle.  She had recently died, and per the instructions in her will, this was to be delivered to me.  If I was not still of this earth, the box, letter and contents were to be destroyed, as nobody but I was ever to see it.  The letter told me of her life after I left, about her husband and children.  Then it went into what I meant to her, and how the pair of stockings I gave her stayed with her for her entire life.  She never wore those stockings again for anyone else.  She told me how she would put them on every so often when she was alone, how she would close her eyes and dream of our time together, and how her heart would ache for me while tears could roll slowly down her cheek.  She said they were not tears of sadness, but tears of joy for having had met me, and sharing that small part of our lives together.  She ended by telling me that she wanted me to have the stockings to remember her by.  She said that if I held them to my cheek, as she had done when I gave them to her, that it would be as if she were kissing me there.  Her final words to me in the letter were “I love you soldier boy”.  I untied the white ribbon and opened the box.  There, just as when I gave them to Isabelle were the stockings. I slowly removed them, held them to my face and let Isabelle kiss me as I inhaled the scent of her carried by the stockings.

OFFICE DREAMS?  by Dave   FEBRUARY'S WINNER

Life in the office had been rough the last few weeks.  The attorneys were all busy with big trials, and our research team had been working until all hours of the night trying to keep up with their demands.  We were all finding it hard to get into the office by 9:00am with smiles on our faces and our ties on straight.  OK, so not everyone wore a tie, the women wore dresses or skirts.  Our office attire was very business like, very conservative, very GRAY.  OK, I lied, on nice sunny days; it might be very BLUE, as in dark blue.  Even the ties the guys wore were plain.  Not that we didn’t have some rogue employees, who occasionally would wear a tie with a different colored stripes, or a woman wear a blouse that was made from anything but cotton.  Yes, ours was a mundane life, with our minds stuck in law books, scurrying around trying to keep the attorneys happy.  Our lives were pretty much defined for us, unchanged for decades, that is until Lynn was hired. 

Lynn was a young law student, who at first glance seemed “gray” enough for the old boys to hire.  She had short blonde hair and bright blue eyes.  She looked a little older than a traditional law student, but she was not old by any stretch of the imagination.  Her skin seemed to glow with a vibrant radiance, and an excitement for life that came from deep within her soul.  Lynn was thin, very thin, but had a very attractive figure.  Maybe she could be a model with the right clothes and primping.  You could tell she wasn’t the pizza & beer kind of woman.  She had gym-rat written all over her sculpted body, and you could tell she ate nothing but healthy foods.  Other than that, she looked average enough, coming in on her first day with the obligatory gray business suit on, the white blouse, black heels, low heels that is.  When she was shown where she would sit, I do have to admit that I was not disappointed that her gray cubicle office was across the isle from mine.  It could be worse, I could have some big stinky guy there as a neighbor. 

The first few days of having Lynn as an office neighbor were pretty normal.  I introduced myself to her after she got settled in.  We chatted a little in the mornings, but that was about it.  Once the day got started, we both went our separate ways, got involved in our own projects, or whatever, and before we knew it, we were leaving the office, late at night at different times.  It wasn’t until about two weeks after Lynn started that my attraction, or maybe infatuation with her began.  I still remember that night when we were working late, and my fantasies began.  Lynn had been dressing pretty normal, pretty dull for someone with her natural beauty.  I had noticed that her gray suits were a little more contemporary than most of the other women’s suits.  I even noticed that instead of the cotton blouses, Lynn would wear more feminine, softer, more revealing blouses with her gray suits.   Our morning conversations had become more than work related, and our friendship had started to grow.  There were even days when we were able to grab lunch together.  We were becoming friends, but only friends.  Neither of us was involved with anyone, but neither of us was looking for a relationship at this point in our lives.  Law school and careers seemed to take precedence over everything else.  Lynn and I seemed to both believe that, accept it, and the friendship we developed revolved around that.

Like I said before, it was late one night when both Lynn and I were working that my feelings and thought of Lynn went from attractive co worker to her becoming my fantasy girl.  I had been in the office a long time that day.  Lynn came in a little late, but nothing unusual.  We talked a little, but not much as I was tied up with researching a case that was coming to an end, and the attorney was all over me to find some facts he could use to seal the case.  I spend all day in the library, and it was dusk when I finally returned to my office.  I was alone for the longest time, well into the darkness of the post dusk sky.  The light in my cubicle was on, but the main office lights were out.  I noticed that Lynn’s desk looked like she was still working, but I had not heard or seen her since I returned.  Another hour went by, an hour of solitude, study, silence.  Time went by slowly, but I plowed through the work I was doing.  As my mind wandered through the case studies, I was oblivious to Lynn’s arrival at my desk.  I don’t know how long she was standing there watching me, silently spying on me.  I turned to retrieve a file from a drawer and caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye.  She was wearing her gray skirt, her white blouse, but her shoes were off.  She had unbuttoned the top of her blouse, and was looking rather casual, and rather sexy as she stood there.  “Lynn” I said with a surprised voice, “how long have you been standing there?”  When Lynn smiled, it lit up the room, and tonight her smile was brighter, and more warming than ever.  “Long enough to see that someone needs a break” she said trying to be stern as she spoke, “Have you eaten dinner?”

Our conversation went on for a while, Lynn trying to get me to take a break, me telling her how busy I was.  After all, it was almost 8:00pm, and I had skipped lunch.  After a little more talk, Lynn finally walked across the isle and sat at her desk.  She needed to get off her feet after climbing the ladders in the library all day.  As we talked, almost as if I wasn’t even there, Lynn casually lifted one shoeless foot to her desk.  As I looked on, and talked, Lynn slid her skirt just a little, up her thigh just enough to expose her garter.  I tried to keep talking and maintain eye contact with Lynn, but as her hands moved to her leg, to her garter, all I could do was think to myself how much I loved stockings.  I had never imagined Lynn wearing stockings, but now I couldn’t get it out of my mind.  As we talked, Lynn unsnapped the garter from the silky tan stocking, and she slowly began to slide it down her leg.  As she moved her hands, she gathered the wonderfully shear stocking with her fingers.  He bare skin looked smooth, silky, and soft.  I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t think Lynn had noticed my eyes watching her actions so closely.  Lynn was looking at her leg as she took her stocking off, and I was watching her.  She continued talking as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.  Little did she know the effect she was having on me, and how difficult it was to even think of getting back to work.  Almost carelessly, Lynn tossed the gathered nylon onto her desk, and lifted her other leg.  Again, she began to take off her other stocking, talking as she went, and I fixated on the erotic pleasures she was providing.  I could feel my heart pounding, among other things, as I fantasized about helping Lynn slowly slide off her stockings.  I imagined kneeling on the floor before her, looking up into her sparkling eyes as my hands slowly removed the silky coverings of her long, slender legs.  I imagined gently massaging her lovely foot, kissing her legs, massaging the stress and tension from her as I moved upward. 

As Lynn’s hands reached her ankle, just before she fully removed the other stocking, she looked over at me.  I felt my face heat up, my cheeks turn fire engine red.  I had been caught, like a little boy in a candy store with his hand in the candy jar, Lynn caught me watching her.  My eyes met hers quickly, I frantically searched for the words to tell her I was sorry.  I felt like I was shrinking right before her eyes, turning into a tiny little being that wasn’t worthy of her friendship.  “Chris” Lynn said with a soft voice, “it’s OK”.  I saw her smile, I saw her eyes, I saw her warmth.  Just before she put her feet back on the ground, Lynn winked with her right eye at me, still smiling.  At that point, I was almost sure that she knew exactly the effect she was having on me, and that it was planned… and that she had enjoyed it as much as I had.  I was still searching for words to speak, but was dumbfounded.  I turned to my computer, as if I was going to work, but I was helpless. 

“How about I go out and get us something to eat” Lynn asked, “Since you won’t take a break and go out, I’ll bring something in”.  She had me, there was nothing I could do but agree.  With Lynn gone I would at least be able to recover from my embarrassment, and possibly get back to work.  As I struggled to figure out what to do next, Lynn walked over.  She had put on her tennis shoes and picked up her purse.  “Anything in particular you want for dinner?” she asked as she stood next to me.  I felt her hand on my shoulder.  I felt her body heat surging from her fingers into my flesh as she began to gently massage my shoulder while she waited for my reply.  “How about you surprise me” I replied as my head moved gently to one side as her hand reached my neck.  Lynn agreed, and before she walked away, she used both hands to begin to massage my neck and shoulder.  I moaned as I felt the days’ stress start to release from my tense muscles.  “Honey” Lynn said as she began to stop, “you need to take a break, stretch a little, relax… please promise me that you will take a few minutes while I’m out to do that”.  I reluctantly agreed, and as Lynn walked away, I stood and began to stretch.  It felt good to close my eyes and let all the work leave my mind.  It also felt good to have Lynn gone.  Not that I didn’t enjoy her company, but I needed to recompose myself after the amazing show she had given to me.  Before I sat back down I looked around the office… I was alone.  I thought to myself, ‘I wonder when everyone else left?”

I knew I had not been getting much sleep lately, with the late hours and the approaching exams in school.  I sat back down, and leaned back in my chair, and that is when it happened.  I closed my eyes, for what I thought was going to be only a moment, but it turned into much longer.  I dozed off instantly, faster than I ever had in my entire life.  It seemed as if I was asleep for hours, given what my dream contained, but in reality it was only about 30 minutes at the most.  As I sat there, reaching my dream state, I looked over at Lynn’s desk.  I wondered why she was there, hadn’t she just left to get us something to eat?  There was something different about her, somehow she had changed since I had seen her last.  Had she gone and changed clothes?  I’m not sure just what was different, but there was a glow about Lynn, one that drew me to her like a moth to the flame.  Without saying a word, Lynn stood up, this time she was wearing her shoes, but no shoes I had ever seen her in before.  The black high heels were the sling back style, with at least a 3, maybe 4 inch heel.  They made Lynn’s legs look wonderful.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of them as she made her way toward me, walking like a model down a runway, but almost in slow motion.  It seemed to take forever for her to reach my desk, but the wait, watching her walk in those wonderful high heels, was well worth it.  My eyes slowly began to move up Lynn’s body as she stood next to me, up her long luscious legs, over her slender hips, and past her waist.  My eyes paused as they made their way up her body, stopping to experience the marvelously sculpted breasts heaving toward me just beneath the silky red blouse she was wearing.  I could have sworn that when I first noticed her that the blouse was white, but there she was, right in front of me wearing a satin, blood red blouse with the buttons straining to hold itself together at the heaving of her breasts.  I noticed how round they looked, how young and firm, how perfect.  My pause must have become too long, too noticeable to Lynn, as I felt the soft touch of her warm hand at my chin, urging my face to continue moving, so that I could look into her bright blue eyes.  As our eyes met, Lynn leaned toward me, bending slightly, bringing her plump, pouty lips to mine.  We kissed, softly, seductively, sweetly.  I was on fire with desire for her, I needed to have more of her, to touch her, to kiss her.  I started to stand, but was rebuked quickly with the touch of her hand on my shoulder.

Slowly pulling away from my lips, Lynn’s gaze pierced through my soul as she stood.  Her eyes had gone from a bright, sparkling blue to a deep, dark, mysterious shade that made her eyes appear almost black.  Without moving her eyes from mine, Lynn lifted her leg and placed her foot on the edge of my desk, only inches from where I was sitting.  She ran her hands slowly along the silky stockings covering her soft, smooth skin.  She took my hand in hers and guided my hand from her ankle to her thigh, moving slowly, sliding her fingers to be intertwined with mine.  I felt the top of her stocking, I felt her cool, smooth skin spilling out of the top.  I unsnapped the garter, then she moved my hand to the next one, and I unsnapped that one too.  I don’t know if there were two, four, or six straps, I lost count as I could barely control my lust for her.  I raised my other hand to her tender thigh, and I began to slide the sheer tan stocking from her leg.  I leaned forward to kiss her bare flesh as I uncovered it, but Lynn’s hand stopped me just short of pressing my wanting lips to the warm flesh of her thigh.  I looked up with confusion, wanting, needing, and saw Lynn’s sweet seductive smile.  I felt her hands touch mine as she removed her shoe and the stocking that I had so delicately slid down her leg.  She playfully let the stocking dangle in front of me, then pulled it across my face as her leg left my desk and she raised her other one.  This time she removed the stocking from her leg, and again caressed my face with it.  Lynn turned my chair so that I was directly facing her, and she lowered herself onto my lap. 

I could tell by the expression on her face that she could feel my aching and wanting pulsating against her as she sat on my lap, facing me, gently kissing my lips.  I felt her hand in my hair, then down my neck, and onward to my arm.  Lynn kissed me with a little more passion, a little more desire, then pulled her lips away.  There was a seductive, playful, ornery grin on her face as she looked down at my arm.  As her body slowly moved against mine, she took one of her stockings from the desk, and began to tie my arm to the armrest of my chair.  My desire, my need for Lynn grew as I anticipated her next moves.  She secured my arm, not tightly, but snugly to the chair, then she proceeded to use the  other stocking to bind my other arm.  Her hands began to caress my face and she began to kiss my lips softly, gently, quickly.  Her long fingernails slid silently over my skin, causing the hairs on my neck to stand at attention.  My whole body ached for her as her breasts pressed against my chest while she began to nibble on my ear.  I wanted to reach up and hold her, pull her closer to me, feel her in my arms, but I was helpless to do so.  I suppose I could have slid my arms free, but I was also enjoying the sensations Lynn was providing to me.  She was driving me wild with her kisses and caresses.  My mind was running wild with anticipation as Lynn began to unbutton my shirt and remove my neck tie.  With only loosening the tie, she slid it over my head, then she slid it over hers.  Her blouse was unbuttoned to the point where her cleavage was pressing out, exposing itself to me.  My tie fell into place, resting in the crease of her breasts as she slid her fingers inside my shirt.  I felt her twisting the hair on my chest with her fingers before she slid her nails slowly across my nipples.  I moaned deeply and laid my head back in my chair, allowing Lynn to kiss my neck and chest.  I inhaled deeply with pleasure.  Somewhere in the distance, beyond the sweet smile of her perfume, I smelled what I thought to be roast beef.  It brought back memories of a home cooked Sunday dinner.  I moaned again as Lynn softly called out my name.  “Chirs” she said in a seductive tone, “ohhhh Chris”……

There was a rustling sound, like that of paper, and a cold feeling running down my spine.  “Chris” I heard Lynn say, this time a bit louder.  My eyes looked up, searching for her blue eyes and ruby red lips, but they were not there.  I blinked once, then twice.  “Chris” Lynn said again, and I felt more cold, this time on my cheek.  I turned to see Lynn standing there beside me.  She was holding a cup of cold drink against my cheek.  My eyes roamed quickly around, looking for the red blouse, for the stockings.  I move my arms quickly, so quick that Lynn jumped aside as I startled her.  “Chris?” Lynn asked, “are you OK… were you asleep?”.  She began to giggle as she realized that I had fallen fast asleep after she left.  While I was trying to get my wits about me, trying to figure out what was real, and what was dream, I noticed that the reality of the matter was that I had just had the most wonderful, most erotic dream about Lynn, and while it was all a dream, my body’s reaction was very real.  My hands quickly grabbed my desk, and I pulled my chair close, covering my obvious excitement to the seductive ways Lynn had employed in the dream.  I began to talk, to ask Lynn what she had brought to eat.  When I looked up at her I could see that she had already noticed my predicament, and I could tell from the look on her face that she was not offended, surprised, or anything.  In fact, I started to get the unspoken feeling that she was a little turned on. 

We talked a little while Lynn unpacked the dinners she had bought.  She was very considerate in not asking me to get up and get anything, and she even laid out our food at my desk so I wouldn’t have to move, not until I was ready anyway.  As she pulled things from the bag, I watched, and I noticed how beautiful she really was.  Not as a co-worker, but as a woman.  I noticed her breasts, how much they looked just like in my dream.  I looked at her bare legs, and saw that they were as beautiful as I had seen them just minutes before.  Lynn’s eyes sparkled blue, full of life, full of playfulness.  As she sat beside me and we began to eat, Lynn questioned me about my little nap.  “Did you have any good dreams?” she asked, with a coy smile on her lips.  I paused, so as not to choke on my food.  I started to make up a lie, telling her that if I did dream, I didn’t remember it.  I don’t know if she could see through my lie, if she somehow knew my dream, or if she was just playing.  But as I spoke, I felt something on my arm and hand.  I looked down to see Lynn dropping one of her stockings over my wrist as it rested on the chair.  I looked back at her smile, and stopped talking altogether.  Lynn was glowing, her lips were shinning as she leaned toward me and began to whisper “that’s for later”.

DIANE by Dave        DECEMBER'S WINNER

You would think that a guy my age would no longer be nervous on a date, but that was not the case.  My buddy Tim had set me up on a blind double date with he and his wife, Joyce.  Joyce's cousin was in town, and they thought that the four of us would have a great time taking in dinner and the theater.  At first, I didn't think much of it, but as the date grew nearer, I found myself getting nervous.   Tim had told me how gorgeous his wife's cousin was, and how much fun she was the last time she was in town.  I don't know if I was nervous about the pressure of trying to impress my date, or not letting Tim and Joyce down.  Either way, by Saturday, I was a wreck.

Like some love stricken puppy, I spent Saturday getting my hair cut, getting the car washed, and buying a new tie in honor of the occasion.  I returned home about three in the afternoon, plenty of  time to relax and get ready for my big date.  I turned on the television and told myself I had time to lounge around and fantasize about my evening.  I flipped through the channels, half watching what was on, half day dreaming.  I noticed it started to snow outside, which only made me day dream more.  Suddenly, the calm of the room was broken when the phone rang.  I wasn't expecting any calls, and I was pretty comfortable on the sofa, so the sharp sound of the ringing caused me to jump.  After the second ring, I picked up the receiver.  "Chris" came a female voice from the other end of the line, "it's Joyce.. I've got some bad news".  I immediately felt my heart start to sink... I just knew the date was off, but I paused before I spoke.  "Tim isn't feeling well, he's been in the bathroom all day, and we can't make our date tonight".  I sighed to myself at this, as I had really started to look forward to the evening, even though I was nervous as hell.  "That's OK Joyce... we can do it some other time" I offered, trying to make sure my voice didn't give away my disappointment.

"Oh, Chris, no... You and Diane still can go out" she replied quickly, "Diane has been doing nothing but talking about how excited she was to finally meet the infamous Chris we always talk about".  I felt myself smiling... "the infamous Chris... " I thought to myself, what's up with that?  Joyce continued, "Chris, you HAVE to take her out, Please, for me" she almost begged.  I assured her she didn't have to break my arm, that I would be more than willing to meet her cousin for dinner.  Joyce insisted that we also take the theater tickets.  She was sure that we would hit it off together and that going to the theater would be great fun for us.  "We'll see about the theater" I told Joyce, "if Diane thinks I'm a jerk, I don't want to make her sit through the performance with me."  Joyce just laughed and assured me there was no way Diane wouldn't like me, and no way I wouldn't like Diane.  After a little more talking, and my sharing my pity for Joyce having to be there with Tim while he was sick, Joyce gave me Diane's phone number and the hotel where she was staying.  She also said that she would call Diane and make sure she was waiting for me in the lobby when I arrived to pick her up.

As I pulled up to the hotel front door, a valet offered to take my bags and park my car.  "I'll just be a minute, I'm picking up my date, I mean a friend" I replied as I put a few bucks into the young man's hand.  As I walked toward the door I turned to look at my car, just to make sure everything was perfect.  The bright lights from the covered entry way sparkled in the shinny black paint of my Cadillac.  I smiled as I turned and entered the big gold and glass revolving door.  I remember thinking to myself that this would be a night to remember.... And wondering if my hands were cold and clammy.  As I entered the huge marble lobby of the hotel, I looked around for Diane.  I had never seen her, never seen a picture of her, but Joyce had told me there would be no way I'd miss her.  After repeated questions and pressing, Joyce only laughed at me when I asked how I'd recognize Diane.  She assured me that when I saw her, I'd know... and she added "trust me".  The lobby was filled with guests scampering to and fro, some checking in, some waiting for others, some gathered in small groups talking.  As my eyes moved across the room, I kept remembering Joyce's words that "I'd know". 

Across the lobby, just beyond two plush sofas and some high back chairs, between two mammoth wood book cases was a huge fireplace.  It was cold outside, and still snowing just a bit, so it was only right that there was a raging fire in the old stone fixture.  My eyes were being drawn to the flickering orange and yellow fire dancing on the logs when my movement stopped.  There, just next to the fireplace, looking around the room was Diane.  Joyce was right, I did know it.  I was awe-struck as I stood across the room gazing at Diane.  She had to be the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and it wasn't just because she was my best friend's wife's cousin.  She was striking, easily standing out in the crowded room.  A vision usually only reserved for a movie audience in a well directed movie, but this was real life.  The light in the room sparkled off the choker necklace and matching earrings she was wearing.  She was wearing a black dress, not just any black dress, "THE" black dress, the one every woman dreams of wearing to make her look just right and drive her man wild.  It was short, and cut off her shoulders.  Her soft skin was in stark contrast to the ebony dress she was wearing.  Diane's skin, even from across the room looked like it was softer than spun silk.  I could see she was wearing black stockings, or pantyhose, but her feet were blocked from my view by the red leather sofa which lay between us.  Just when I thought my night couldn't get any better, Diane's face turned toward mine, and I was instantly entranced by her captivating blue eyes.  The sparkle of her jewelry was eclipsed by the light shining from her deep blue eyes.  I couldn't move, couldn't speak, and could barely breath as I stood there staring at her from across the lobby.  Evidently Joyce had shown Diane my picture, or given her some way to recognize me, because as I stood there star-struck, staring at Diane, she picked me out of the crowd and smiled.  As her red lips parted with her smile, my soul melted.  Diane started toward me, and I remember wondering if there was such a thing as love at first sight, for if there was, I had just found it.

"Chris?" she said as she got closer to me.  I smiled, and wondered how stupid I must look just standing there gawking at this lovely creature walking over to me.  When Diane walked, her short blonde hair had a little bounce to it, even though her body seemed to glide like a cloud passing through the sky as she walked.  I fought hard to move, to speak, to act like a human being.  I extended my hand and introduced myself to Diane, still under the control of her blue eyes and bright smile.  As she took my hand and our flesh touched, I felt a warm glow fill my body.  "Joyce was right" I said after the formalities of our introductions were done, "she said I'd know you when I saw you, and she was correct".  Diane smiled, with a bit of a blush in her cheeks as she did.  She asked coyly how I knew, and smiled.  Now, I tell you this, and the irony isn't lost on her name, Diane could have easily passed for Princess Diana, only in my opinion, she was even more beautiful.  As we talked, I couldn't help but to gaze endlessly and deeply into her big blue eyes, and fantasizing about all the possibilities the evening ahead held for us.

I helped Diane on with her coat, and we were off to the restaurant for dinner.  I was so thankful that I had made the reservations, and that I had chosen an intimate little bistro that was close to the theater.  As we drove, conversation flowed easily.  We seemed to be able to talk about anything, joke, and laugh.  We were strangers who's only common thread was Tim and Joyce.  Evidently they had talked about each of us to the other enough that we now felt like we had known each other for a long while.  I was no longer nervous, no longer apprehensive, no longer scared.  We entered the bistro and were seated at a table in the front corner by the windows.  The Christmas lights on the windows sparkled their pale colors in Diane's deep blue eyes.  We shared a bottle of wine as we enjoyed the company.  At one point, Diane was holding the goblet of dark burgundy wine just beside her ruby red lips, and the candlelight was sparkling in the glass and her eyes.  I couldn't keep from speaking from the heart as I took her hand and told her how beautiful she was.  I thought it bold, but I believed it had to be said.  Diane was an artist's masterpiece just waiting to be captured on canvas.  Her personality only complemented her physical beauty, making her my dream date, the one every man compares all women to.  I felt I could not be any more lucky than to actually get to meet my dream, and spend this time with her.  Diane began to blush, her cheeks turning a bright red to match her plump, warm lips. 

The evening seemed to fly by.  Dinner was over in the blink of an eye, even though it took a couple hours to finish.  The theater was magnificent, yet seemed like only a preview in it's length.  And I soon found myself pulling into the hotel entry to drop Diane off at the hotel.  As the car came to a stop, the same valet that had greeted me earlier opened the door for Diane.  I got out to walk around the car, and felt somewhat denied my chance at gallantry as this guy got to her door before me.  As I rounded the back of the car, I did get the treat of watching Diane swing her legs, together, out of the car and place her black high heels on the cobblestone pavers used to create the entryway.  A more perfect pair of legs a man has never seen.  They were long, slender, shapely.   And for the first time that evening I realized that Diane was wearing stockings and not panty hose.  God, the night couldn't get any better I thought to myself, but boy, was I wrong then.  I offered my hand to Diane, my eyes still locked on her beautiful legs.  I felt a tug at my had as she got out of the car, and I felt my cheeks get warm and start to blush as I realized I had been caught staring at her stockings.  I quickly moved my eyes back to her eyes, and saw the smile on her face.  "Penny for your thoughts" Diane whispered as I stood there not knowing what to do next.  I also realized that she had not released my hand as she exited the car, and that she was now reaching for my other hand.  I was lost in her stare, drowning in her deep blue eyes, captured by her mere presence. 

"Shall I park the car sir?" the valet asked, breaking the endless silence of the moment.  I felt myself blink, and felt my mind racing to catch up with reality and try to answer the guy.  Just as I started to speak, not knowing what I was going to say, I felt Diane's arm go around my arm, her and release my other hand, and her head lean against my shoulder.  "Please" she told the valet, before I could manage to talk.  "Very good" he replied and handed me a parking receipt.  Diane and I walked toward the big gold and glass revolving door, not a word said. 

Once in the lobby I started toward the lounge, figuring that we would share a drink or two, and then say our good byes.  As I started toward my right, toward the lounge, I felt a tugging at my arm to go left, toward the elevators.  I looked down into Diane's eyes and immediately knew we were not going to the lounge, and that I wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.  As the elevator doors closed on us, Diane reached and pushed the white button for the 27^th floor, and the elevator began to move.  As she turned back toward me, I put my arms around her, gazed deeply into her big blue eyes, and leaned down to kiss her.  To say I saw fireworks would not do that first kiss justice.  I felt her arms around me as we softly pressed our lips together.  I could feel my lips tingle as the soft, warm, tender lips of my date gently blended with my lips.  I felt Diane's body move closer, I felt her breasts press against my chest.  My body was filled with desire and anticipation as we lost ourselves in the elevator, in that moment, in that kiss.  I never wanted the ride to end, yet I could hardly wait to get to Diane's room.  With the ping of the elevator bell, the doors spread wide, opening onto the opulent hallway leading to the numerous doors, and finally to the one door, the door to Diane's room.

As the key card slid from the slot in the door, the sound of the mechanical lock tumbling broke the silence of the hallway.  Once inside the door, Diane closed it behind her, placing the "Do Not Disturb" placard  on the handle.  As she turned toward the room and the door closed behind her, I took a step forward, trapping her against the door, pulling her to my body, and we kissed again.  The room was dimly lit by the lights from the city shining through the sheers pulled over the window.  As I moved toward Diane's luscious lips, I could see the sparkling of her desires in her deep blue eyes.  She was still a wondrous vision in her black dress, necklace and earrings.  There was a slight glimmering from Diane's stockings.. almost as if there were tiny crystals of ice laced in the silky nylon.  As our lips met, there was a burst of heat radiating throughout my body.  As her hands held me tight and slid along my spine, wave after wave or arousing tingling sped through my limbs.  My mind was racing with anticipation, with reservation, with wanting.  I could feel Diane's body rubbing against mine as our kiss grew deeper and more desperate.  I'm not sure just how long we stood there against the door, embraced and kissing.  It seemed like hours, like the sun should be rising outside and filling the room with it's orange morning glow.  I knew all I wanted was Diane, everything else in the world seemed secondary at the moment.  As our kiss continued, I felt Diane's silky stocking clad leg begin to slowly slide up the side of mine.  I knew she had to feel my excitement by now, our bodies pressed so tightly together, me pulsing and aching like I was.  As her leg caressed me, my arousal only grew more intense, and I knew there was no turning back, no backing out, no way to leave that room without Diane and I ending up together as one.

At some point in that outrageously splendid kiss I reached the point where I could no longer stand the overwhelming desires filling my head, filling my body.  I slowly moved my lips from Diane's, and our eyes again met in the dim light of the room.  My hand moved up her side, to the side of her angelic face.  I gently slid the backs of my fingers along her long jawline, along her sensually smooth skin to her silky soft hair.  As if we communicated without words, Diane put her arms around my neck, and I lifter her into my arms, and carried her to the waiting bed.  She laid back, resting herself on one elbow with her arm below her., keeping her head up off the bed and her eyes fixated on mine.  She slid one leg toward her chest, leaving the other straight out. Her short black dress was now pulled up high, exposing the full length of her shinny black stockings to me.   If I could have frozen the vision and my feelings in time, I would have, and could have had that time for every and always.  I knelt beside the bed, taking Diane's hand and kissing it softly as I moved to the floor.  My lips began kissing up her long, slender arms, and my hand moved to touch her irresistible  legs. The feel of her silky stockings to my hands was incredible.   I don't think I've ever felt something so warm, so soft, and so special.  All I could think about at that moment was the feel of the stockings to my touch, and how they would feel against my naked body, sliding over my legs and around behind me as she took me slowly inside her.  As my kisses moved slowly up her arm, to her bare shoulder, my hand moved slowly up her leg.  As my touch reached the top of her stockings, to the bare tender flesh of her now exposed inner thigh, Diane moaned softly.  My eyes moved down her slender body, to where my fingers gently caressed her inner thigh.  I marveled at the way the stockings clung to her leg, almost as if they were part of her.  Again we kissed, tender, deep, longingly.  I felt Diane's body move slightly as we kissed, moving toward me, rolling toward me.  My hand moved around to her firm, round ass as she moved.  I was on fire, I had never been so glad to be a man. 

Our kiss continued until Diane moved again, this time she urged me onto the bed as she sat up.  As I moved up to join her, Diane stood.  I must have looked somewhat confused as she assured me that everything was OK, and that I just needed to lay back and relax.  As I did, I was mesmerized again at the vision of Diane in front of the window, the dull night lights twinkling through her shinny blonde hair.  With the smooth movements of a cat stalking it's prey, Diane's hands moved along her body, first up her sides, then to her back.  I heard the tiny zipper as she slowly moved it downward, and waited with anticipation for her next move.  As her hands moved around her body she let them gently, slowly slide over her heaving breasts.  Almost as if controlled by some mystic power, her black dress fell from her arms, from her breasts, past her hips, down her long, lovely legs and to the floor.  She slowly stepped out of the small pile of a dress at her feet, and moved toward the bed.  Diane was now only in a very revealing strapless black bra, one which only covered the bottom half of her large round breasts, one that left her now swollen nipples exposed.  She also had on a tiny black thong, her stockings, which obviously did not require garters, and her black high heels.  As she took another step toward the bed, her hands again reached behind her, and her ultra feminine black bra fell helplessly to the floor beneath her feet.  I offered my hand to Diane as she reached the bed.  As she bent her long leg and placed her knee on the bed on once side of me, she took my hand and placed it on her breast. I moved my other hand to again touch those sheer black stockings.  Just the feel of them to my hand sent desire raging through my body.  For a brief moment, childhood memories filled my head, memories of the softness of the hem of a child’s blanket, the comforting feeling it always provided.  Those thoughts were short lived.  While the feelings were the same, the emotions were very different.  I wasn’t thinking of cuddling up with a blanket, but instead with Diane.   Before I knew what was happening, her other leg was on my other side, and I was forced to lean back even further.  As I almost fell back on the bed, Diane's hands landed on the bed, one on each side of me, so that she was now on all fours, and I was beneath her.  She leaned down and again, an electric kiss followed as I continued to caress her bare breast.

Somewhere in that kiss, somewhere in that fantasy, somewhere in that night I lost my clothing.  Somewhere, somehow, sometime Diane and I ended up back in that bed, just the two of us, and her stockings.  As I hovered over her, leaning down to kiss her gently, to nibble on her soft, smooth skin, I reached over to the night stand and retrieved a burgundy colored rose from the arrangement there.  I slowly caressed her cheek with the velvety red petals, and followed by my lips and tongue.  I continued caressing her face with the rose, and with my kisses, then moved lower, down her long slender neck, first with the soft rose petals, then with my lips.  I slid the rose slowly down Diane's neck, down her chest, between her two magnificently rounded breasts.  I drew the rose in a long slow circle around first her left breast, then her right, all the while kissing the path I had drawn.  As I moved the rose over the tops of the large mounds of soft, sensual mounds, over her hard nipples, Diane moaned and arched her back slightly.  When I followed with my kisses, with my lips, gently sucking, nibbling and kissing, Diane's fingers slid through my hair, and she moaned deeper.  I used that rose to caress her entire body, every seductive, sexual, sultry inch of her skin.  As I moved back up her leg, which was now bent at the knew, laying open to me, inviting me to finally satisfy her needs.  The warm burgundy color of the rose blended well with the black stockings.  As I slowly slid the soft petals along her  silky stockings, I remembered the feel of them to my touch.  I could almost imagine the sensations filling Diane as the velvety petals moved along the stocking, over the tops of them, and to her bare, soft skin of her inner thigh.   I placed the rose on her chest.  I gently kissed her tender inner thigh as she took the rose in her hand, moved it to her nose and inhaled slowly.  My kisses found their mark, my lips and tongue also. 

I took the rose from Diane's hand and lowered my lips to hers.  My body slowly followed until our flesh was pressed together, and our bodies became one.  As Diane slowly moved her legs around me, using her stockings to caress the backs of my legs and my ass, I knew I would never forget this night, never forget Diane.  The night was magical, surreal, unbelievable.  Diane and I made love for hours, slow, passionate, unbelievable.  As the early morning sun began to light the sky with brilliant yellows, oranges and purples, Diane lay in my arms, both of us totally spent from the passion we shared.  "Chris" she said softly as she cuddled her soft body close to mine, "I had a wonderful time".  And almost before I could repay the sentiment to her, telling her that not only did I have a wonderful time, it was also the BEST night of my life, Diane was dozing off.  I soon followed.  We lay there naked in bed, snuggled together, and smiling.  I think we slept for an hour or two when I felt Diane jump.  My brain was still in a dream, a dream of the night before, a dream of the sensual kisses we shared, a dream of the orgasmic love making we had.  Diane's jump brought me out of that state, but I came out slowly.  I couldn't figure out where I was, what was going on, or why Diane was now sitting up in bed.  Then I heard the cause of her movements... the phone. 

"Hello" Diane said in a deep, groggy morning voice.  "Oh, hi Joyce".  I saw a grin come to Diane's face, almost a naught grin, one of a kid who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.  I couldn't help but start to smile with her as I put my arms around her as she sat there talking to Joyce.  "Oh, yea, he was just like you told me, um-yesss" Diane went on and on, trying to keep from busting out laughing, which was made harder by my tickling her, biting her, half trying to seduce her as she talked to her cousin.  I found one of her stockings on the bed.  As she talked, I used it to tie her feet together, and proceeded to tickle them.  Then suddenly I got smacked, and a little bit of concern came to Diane's face. "Oh, he didn't answer the phone this morning huh" she said, looking at me with a bit of alarm, yet a little bit of sinful pleasure.  "Did you try his cell phone?" Diane asked.  She hadn't anticipated what would happen next.  I saw her look change, like she had just been busted or something.  I was trying to figure out what was going on... I sat up and looked into her deep blue eyes as her face turned toward the nightstand on my side of the bed.  Just as I turned to look at what she was looking at... my cell phone rang!  Diane's face turned as red as the now wilting rose on the pillow beside her.  BUSTED....   "Oh, that... welllllll" Diane said with a sheepishly low voice.. " that's Chris's cell phone".  I could hear Joyce's laughter through the phone as Diane fell back into her pillow and her face got even deeper red. 

"Hi Joyce" I called out in a chipper morning voice... "Thanks for setting me up on the date"

DREAMS DO COME TRUE by DAVE       JUNE'S WINNER

As Anne stood with her drink, feeling the breeze on her face and the sun on her skin, she still couldn’t believe she had heard the words “Anne, you won!”  Now, only a couple of weeks later here she was, on the deck of a magnificent cruise ship leaving Miami.  She didn’t know anyone on shore waving good bye, but that still didn’t stop her from waving to the strangers wishing friends and loved ones bon voyage as the floating city slowly moved toward the open ocean waters.  And while Anne always heard that cruises were for lovers, the travel agent assured her that she would not be the only single person on the ship.  The agent told her that in fact, about half of the passengers aboard would be single, and there were many activities planned for singles while they cruised the high seas of the Caribbean. 

Anne figured that now they had left port that she should go to her cabin, change into her bikini and start enjoying the sun.  When she arrived she was amazed to see that she had a private balcony on the port side of the ship.  It wasn’t a large balcony, room only for two chairs and a little room between, but nonetheless, it was a balcony.  As she stood there outside her cabin, she began to daydream of being alone there with some handsome stranger she had met on the voyage, sipping champagne and watching the stars.  She fantasized that this romantic stranger would be tall, dark hair, blue eyes, and every bit the gentleman.  Almost like a storybook romance on a ship where two people meet, fall in love and live happily ever after.  Just the thoughts of all this gave Anne a tingling feeling throughout her body.  “Oh, if only” she heard herself whisper.  But, standing here on a private balcony would not be the way to spend her cruise, so she went back inside, changed, grabbed a book and went up to one of the upper decks by the pool.  Once there she got a tropical drink delivered to her chair, slathered on some sun screen and began reading.  At first, the deck was devoid of any life at all, other than the waiter delivering the drink.  But in a short while, others began to filter in, picking their favorite spots to worship the sun and relax.  Within an hour or so, the deck was filled with couples, singles, families, a regular floating marketplace of humanity.

Anne had not noticed anyone special at first, and the chairs to either side of her were still vacant.  She looked over the top of her book every now and then watching for someone to walk up and take one of the chairs, but thus far nobody had.  It was time to turn to her stomach so that her back could get tanned also, and so her front wouldn’t burn.  Anne put more lotion on her body, and stretched to get her back.  As she sat on the side of her lounge chair, reaching awkwardly behind her, it happened, someone did take the chair behind her, next to her.  “Not to sound forward, but could you use some assistance madam?” came a deep masculine voice.  Startled at first, a little embarrassed at her position, Anne looked over her shoulder and saw the biggest green eyes she had ever seen in her life.  “Um, yea, sure, I’d love a little help” she stammered, smiling at the man who was now moving to rub the lotion on her back.  Anne smiled at him, looking over her shoulder as he placed his large, strong hand on the soft, supple skin of her back.  His hand moved slowly and firmly over her back, sliding easily with the lotion lubricating his motions.  “My name is William” he said, “I don’t want you to think a total stranger is rubbing lotion on your back”.  Anne noted a lighthearted tone to his voice, one that was joking a little, but still sincere and respectful.  “I’m Anne, and thanks so much” she replied, turning as he finished.  Anne stuck out her hand to shake William’s, but instead he took her hand and gently kissed the back of it, just like in the old movies.  Anne watched closely as he released her hand.  William had brown hair, or what some might consider dark blonde.  He looked to be of average build, not real tall, not a muscle bound gym junkie, just a normal nice looking guy.  As William looked back into Anne’s eyes she felt herself blush just a bit, then she moved to lay down on her stomach as planned.  Soon, William and Anne were talking like old friends, sharing their stories on how they ended up on the cruise, why they were both alone, what they did for a living, all the stuff that newly acquainted friends discuss.  Anne was surprised to hear that William was on the cruise “alone” from having a woman with him, but was with some friends celebrating one of their 30^th birthdays.  After several hours in the intense Caribbean sun, and after several tropical drinks with little umbrellas in them, Anne felt like she needed to move around some.  She asked William if he would like to take a walk and explore the ship, but he told her he was sorry he had to decline.  The group of guys was getting together to do some celebrating soon, and he needed to get a shower before they started.  Feeling a little let down, Anne said her good bye and said that maybe they would see each other around.  She turned, paused, then started to walk away.  She sort of expected William to call out to her, to ask her to stop, to say that he would join her, but no sound came as she walked away.  As she reached the doorway to the inside of the lobby, she reached out to push the glass door open.  It swung open very easy, so easy that Anne looked to see if it had an automatic opener on it.  Then she noticed an arm pushing the door open from behind her… William’s arm.  “Anne, I know you just met me, but would you like to have dinner tomorrow evening with me?”.  Anne felt her heart pound, her cheeks warm, her lips smile.  “I’d ask you tonight, but I really can’t get out of the activities planned for my friend, but after tonight, I’m free the rest of the cruise” William explained.  He continued to tell her how most of the guys had brought along their wives or girlfriends, and how he would love to get to know Anne better.  Anne agreed, and gave William her cabin number, then left.

The following day was more of the same for Anne… lots of sun, lots of breeze, lots of exploring the ship.  She was surprised at how much she was looking forward to dinner with William.  After all, he wasn’t her dream date, but he was charming and they had a lot in common.  Anne found herself so looking forward to her date with William that she ended up back in her cabin well in advance of dinner just to get ready.  When she arrived back and opened the cabin door, Anne gasped as she saw a huge arrangement of tropical flowers sitting in her room.  They were beautiful, brilliant colors of red, yellow, blue, orange.  The exotic smell of the flowers filled the room and spilled out into the hallway as she stood there gazing at them.  Anne walked in, closing the door behind her, and went over to where the flowers were sitting.  She then noticed a card, and opened it.  “Anne, I couldn’t stop thinking about you all last night and today.  I’m really looking forward to dinner.  I made reservations at Delmatico’s at 8:00pm.  I’ll pick you up about 7:45pm.  William”.  Well, he sure knew how to make an impression.  Gorgeous flowers, reservations at the nicest restaurant on the ship, personally escorting her there.  William sure knew what Anne wanted.

Anne took a long shower, washing her long blonde hair, slowly as she imagined what the evening might be like.  She closed her eyes, fantasized about looking across the table into William’s deep green eyes, about the candle light on the table, soft music in the background, all this while she stood there in the shower, the lather from the shampoo slowly running down her body gently caressing her skin.  Funny, she never before noticed the feel of the suds sliding on her skin, but somehow now it was erotic, exhilarating, exciting.  Anne felt them going down her neck, down her shoulders and arms, down her chest and cascading off her ample breasts.  Anne wondered how knowing this guy, this stranger for only such a short time could be having such an effect on her.  Was it the sea air, the fact she was on a cruise, or some spell he was putting on her.  Without knowing it William had turned Anne from a conservative, shy woman to one that was ready to invite him into her room to spend the night on the first date.  Anne was scared, but excited at the same time at the thought of doing something so out of character for her.

As Anne dried herself with the large plush towels provided by the cruise line she continued thinking about William.  She applied ample amounts of body lotion to her now bronzed, soft skin and thought of what to wear for the night.  It had to be special.  Anne went to her dresser, selected a black strapless bra, some black stockings and garter, and a silky black slip.  She pulled her black pumps from the closet and her pearl necklace from the safe inside the closet door.  “Earrings” Anne thought, “I need some earrings!” She had some but they didn’t match the necklace, but they would have to do.  They were long dangling fine silver chains with diamonds at the ends.  Not her first choice, but they nonetheless worked.  As she sat on the edge of the bed and began to pull on the shear black stockings, Anne again began to let her mind wander to William.  The stockings slid easily over her silky smooth skin.  Anne loved the feel of the cool silk stockings on her legs, she loved how they made her feel more feminine, more exotic, more erotic.  Once she got to the tops of her thighs, she savored the feeling of her hand slipping over her flesh toward the clasp of the garter.  Anne smiled, thinking to herself that she had better be careful, she would get herself so aroused that when William knocked at 7:45 on her door, she would end up jumping him right then and there.  This thought almost made her laugh out loud.  Heck, she barely knew him, and here she was assuming he would let her jump him.  Next, Anne put on her lacey bar.  She turned to look in the mirror as she adjusted it just right.  The dainty bra somehow lifted Anne’s large round breasts higher than normal, yet it looked so flimsy and soft.  She admired herself for a moment, the instant cleavage that had appeared, the full round look of her breasts, the soft mounds of flesh pressing out of the top of the black bra, “Perfect” Anne thought to herself.  Next she lifted the shinny smooth slip from the bed.  It was so light and soft that it seemed it could float.  The lights in the cabin shimmered off the thin slip.  Anne lifted it over her head and let it slid down over her outstretched arms, over her breasts, down her hips and legs.  It was like an angel was breathing on her soft, supple skin as the slip fell into place.  As Anne turned and moved, the silky slip softly caressed her skin, sliding over her stomach, up her thighs, over her tiny round ass.  Anne also loved the feel of the slip sliding over the tops of her stockings, that silk-on-silk feel sent wave of excitement racing through her body.  As she opened her eyes to take one more look at herself in the mirror, still thinking of William’s facial expression when she answered the door, Anne noticed that her nipples had become erect now.  She could see them gently raising under her bra, and she imagined what William might think if he noticed them later that evening.  Again, Anne began to smile at how excited she was getting over this one date, this one man.  She pulled her black dress from the closet and stepped into it, then her pumps.  A quick fix of her hair, put on her jewelry, and some lipstick, and she was ready. 

Anne knew the restaurant had a dress code, so she knew that William would also be dressed nice, but when she answered the door to find him in a dark suit, somehow she was surprised at how good he looked.  The suit could have been dark blue, or black, the light was dim and it was hard to tell.  He had on a dark blue oxford shirt with an even darker blue necktie.  While William didn’t have a muscular build in his swim trunks, this suit made his shoulders look wide, his waist thin, and his chest large.  As he looked at Anne he began to smile.  His big green eyes sparkled as Anne looked up at them.  She had gotten exactly the response she had fantasized about all afternoon as she got ready for her date.  William didn’t speak, not immediately anyway, words couldn’t express what beauty he had just found.  Anne could tell by his silence, by his smile, by his eyes that he really liked what he saw, and this only made her more excited.  “Oh my God” William finally muttered, “you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen”.  Anne blushed lightly, and thanked William for the complement, then paid her own to him.  Finally, William extended his arm and Anne took it, and they were off to dinner. 

As Anne walked, she was still aware of the soft slip caressing her skin and her stockings.  She felt the stockings covering her long legs, she felt the straps of the garters on her thighs, she felt William’s eyes upon her.  Anne couldn’t help but to get more turned on the longer they walked.  When they finally got to the restaurant, they were given a special table along the large windows at the side of the ship.  The sun had just sat not long before, and the sky was on fire with shades of red, orange, purple and blue.  The ocean looked black as night as the sunset took center stage.  William’s eyes looked even brighter and deeper than Anne had remembered, and she couldn’t help but to gaze into them as he spoke.  Champagne started the evening, and continued throughout dinner.  After the entrée, William reached across the table and took Anne’s hand in his.  There was a radiant electricity that flowed between them as they talked and held hands.  It was then that Anne made her first brave move.  Normally very conservative until yesterday, Anne slid her foot from her shoe and began to extend it slowly under the table, searching for William’s leg.  When she found it she watched his eyes as she began to slide her soft stocking covered foot along his leg.  She saw the desire in his eyes build, the fire grow, the romance building.  She felt him squeeze her hand just a bit tighter.  While dinner didn’t take three hours, it wasn’t until after 11:00 that they left the restaurant, Anne holding William’s arm tightly as they exited.  By this time, all of the kids on the ship were nowhere to be found, and many of the couples had retired to their cabins.  There were still those milling around the decks, soaking in the romantic ambiance of the pitch black sky, the brilliant stars, and the shadow of the moon just getting ready to break over the horizon.  “I found a really secluded spot earlier today” William said, “want to see it?  It is in the front of the ship, you can see the water breaking away from the bow as the ship cuts through” he said.  Anne just gave William a look of acceptance of whatever he wanted was fine with her.  So they walked along the starboard side of the deck, past the swimming pools, past the bars, past the disco, past the bridge and to the bow point of the vessel.  It was dark, deserted, it was perfect.

As they stood there watching the moon crest over the distant horizon, Anne felt William’s arms reach around from behind her, softly hugging her and pulling her close to him.  She heard him breath in slowly, deeply as her hair brushed his face.  She imagined his big green eyes closing and savoring the essence of her perfume.  She put her arms on his, and squeezed him tight.  Neither spoke, but only stood there as if entranced by the romantic vista of the sky and sea.  The only sounds seemed to be their hearts beating and the sound of the waves below them breaking as the ship cut through the water.  There was no music, not anyone else could hear anyway, but Anne felt her body swaying gently back and forth as the two of them stood there in the darkness of the Caribbean night.  Minutes, hours, days seemed to pass without registering in Anne’s mind.  This was too perfect to be real, yet it was.  She felt William’s lips touch her neck as he gently kissed her.  She squeezed his arms tighter around her, then turned in them to kiss him on his lips.  She felt her slip sliding over her flesh as she turned against his body.  She imagined having only that thin slip be the only barrier between their bodies, no suits, no shirts, no dress, no bra, just silky slip between them.  As they kissed Anne felt more on fire than ever, she wanted William like she had wanted no man before.  She knew so little about him, yet she knew him better than any man she ever met.  She felt her leg instinctively start to slid up along his, her stocking easily moving over his suit trousers.  William embraced her more tightly than before, and their kiss got deeper and more intense and their bodies pressed together harder. 

“I’ve got some champagne in the little refrigerator in my room” Anne whispered, “and I have a private balcony”.  William smiled down into her eyes as she took his hand and started to lead him to her room.  Once at the door William asked if Anne were sure she wanted to invite him in.  Anne’s only reply, a kiss and a smile.  Once inside, Anne led William to the tiny balcony where only a day earlier she fantasized about making love to some handsome stranger.  William took Anne in his arms and kissed her gently at first, then with more power and intensity.  As they kissed, William backed Anne against the rail and held her tight.  Anne’s leg moved slowly up and down Williams, her hands sliding through his hair, along his neck and face.  Suddenly she wanted him more than anyone she had ever met.  And from the feel of his body throbbing against her as they kissed, he wanted her too.  “I’ll be right back” Anne whispered, “I need to get the champagne”, and she disappeared into the dimly lit cabin.  She pulled the champagne and glasses from the bar, stopped and thought for a moment.  Should she, or shouldn’t she, then what the hell.  With a quick pull of her dress zipper, she was able to let it fall to the floor and step out of it.  Then off with the bra, leaving Anne in only her slip, garter, stockings and pumps.  Anne picked up the champagne and glasses, and walked back to William. 

The champagne never did get opened.  When Anne walked onto the balcony in her slip, William could hardly control his desire.  The entire evening had seemed to be foreplay, arousing their desires to levels they could barely tolerate any longer.  As William put his arms around Anne and his hands caressed her slippery slip, Anne dropped one of the champagne glasses.  It fell end over end into the black waters below, not even a splash could be heard as it disappeared completely.  Anne’s body pressed against William, and the feel of the slip between them was erotic, electric, exhilarating to her.  As she moved she could feel it sliding over her silky smooth skin, sending sensations of pleasure racing through her body.  She was aware that her breasts were heaving and swelling with anticipation, her nipples growing more wanting as they hardened.  Anne’s leg was wrapped around William’s leg, pulling hard against him, feeling him pressing, pulsing against her.  Their lips were engaged in such an intense kiss that Anne could feel them tingling.  Her whole body was ready for William, needing him, wanting him, aching for satisfaction.  Without a word, William swept Anne into his arms and began to carry her inside.  “No, please” Anne said in a soft voice, “ Out here, I want you out here in the night on the sea”.  William put Anne back down, kissed her, and held her tight. 

It must have been 3:00am when Anne finally told William that she was getting cold.  After all, she had lost the slip and stockings long before, and the cool night sea air was chilling her naked body.  William agreed that he too, now naked, was cold, and they retreated to the large bed inside.  Anne and William spent the rest of the cruise together, mostly on the private balcony at night, sharing champagne and moonlight together.

JO by Dave        OCTOBER'S WINNER

Josephine Lynn Bailey, that was her name.  Lynn to her friends, Jo to me.  She lived in my building for many years, and we became close friends.  She was about my age, attractive, vibrant, and about the best friend I ever had, male or female.  What brought us together was our love for dogs, Chocolate Labs to be exact.  Jo’s pride and joy was named Coco, and mine Hershey.  We met in the park across the street from our building.  We were both walking our dogs and were naturally drawn together by the similarities of our canine friends.  Daily walks for our puppies soon turned into long talks, planned meetings, and just two ordinary people becoming close friends.  There were many times where we would watch each other’s pets, console each other on failed relationships, and just be there to listen when the other had a bad day.  Jo and I were close, there was no doubt about that, but we had never been romantically involved with each other.  That is, until that one autumn after she moved away.

Jo moved, not by choice, but by necessity.  She had the smallest apartment in the building, and the landlord decided he would rather expand the apartment next to her to include her space.  Her choice was to pay three times the rent, or move when her lease was up, so she moved.  It was only a few blocks away, but at times it felt like miles, hundreds of miles.  Gone were the unexpected knocks on the door to watch Coco for her, or the cozy chats on the steps on a warm summer night.  We remained friends, close friends, but it just wasn’t quite the same.  We still would meet in the park, which now was between our two buildings, to walk Coco and Hershey.  We still talked, more on the phone now than face to face.  I found myself looking forward to the after work walks just so I could see Jo’s big brown eyes, her long dark hair, her glowing smile, and so I could hear her sweet voice.  There was just something about Jo that made you feel good deep inside.  Little did I know just what would happen to us that late autumn afternoon, and how it would change our lives forever.

It had rained earlier that day.  There were red, gold, brown, and yellow leaves covering the ground like a patchwork rug.  A light breeze was blowing more leaves from the trees, which were still full of life and color.  The ground wasn’t wet, but there were puddles and spots in the shade where the morning’s rain still remained.  I had hurried home to get Hershey and get to the park so that Jo and I could spend as much time together as possible.  With the daylight fading faster in the fall, and the darkness creeping in earlier, our time together seemed all to short.  Right on queue, Jo and Coco came walking down the path.  To this day that vision is burned in my mind.  Her long dark hair was being slightly blown by the breeze as leaves fell around her.  Her smile was huge, bright, ear-to-ear.  She was wearing a blue button up blouse, royal blue I think is the right term for the exact color.  Her skirt was dark, a charcoal gray, almost black.  She had on heels and hose.  It wasn’t a cool evening, so she wasn’t wearing a coat or sweater, just the clothes she had worn to work.  When she saw me she let Coco loose.  The beautiful brown dog bound toward Hershey and I in a playful, youthful way.  The dogs sniffed, barked, played together as Jo approached me.  I could tell she was happy about something, but I didn’t have a clue as to what.  “You’ll never guess, never” Jo blurted out as she almost skipped toward me, taking my hands as she got close.  “I got a promotion!” she shouted out with glee.  Her brown eyes were ablaze with excitement, her smile was sparkling brighter than the late afternoon sun, she was full of energy and joy.  I couldn’t help but to smile, then laugh with her as she danced around.  Hershey and Coco were almost dancing too.  They were wrestling around, rolling over each other as they played in the leaves.  I told Jo that this deserved a celebration, and I asked if I could buy her dinner or something to congratulate her on her great news.  “You had better” she replied with a huge grin on her face, “I was counting on it all the way home from work”.  We laughed and watched the dogs play and romp as Jo told me all about her new position.  As the sun just kissed the tops of the trees, we decided it was probably time to calm the dogs a little and decide where we would have dinner.  Jo picked up Coco’s leash and I found Hershey’s.  We just kind of stood there talking as the dogs calmed themselves a little.  Then it happened, destiny you might call it.  Just as we were deciding to drop the dogs off at my apartment then go grab dinner, a squirrel darted out from under a small pile of leaves, and ran between Hershey and Coco, then between Jo and I.  Well, Coco gave chase, pulling her leash behind Jo, then cutting to the left after the furry toy now racing toward a nearby tree.  Jo wasn’t expecting the quick action, and the leash in her hand jerked her around and to the ground, right into a puddle.

Immediately, I reached down for Jo, asking her if she was alright.  She looked up at me, a leaf stuck to the side of her face, mud on her cheeks, and a scowl on her lips.  I quickly bit my lip, fought hard to keep my composure, but to no avail.  I burst out laughing once I heard Jo say she was OK, just muddy and wet.  Coco had returned to her master’s side, almost knowing she was “in the doghouse” now.  “What’s so funny laughing boy?” Jo asked as she started to get up.  I offered my hand to help, but she pulled away in a playful pout, trying to act as if her feelings were hurt by my laughing.  As she stood, I reached over and pulled the leaf from her face, then used my handkerchief to start wiping the mud from her cheeks.  She was covered in wet leaves and mud, but she was still beautiful.  She started laughing too, then got serious.  “I so wanted to go out and celebrate, now I’m covered with mud and can’t” Jo said in a more sorrowful voice.  I suggested that we walk over to my place, as planned, and see if it is really as bad as it looked, and see if we can’t salvage something of the evening.  In a few minutes, we were crossing the street and approaching the entrance to the building.  By now the sun had disappeared behind the trees, the warm autumn breeze had become a little cooler, especially to Jo, who was now damp.  I could tell by looking at her that she had a bit of a chill, so I hurried along to make sure I got her inside before she got too cold.

When we entered my apartment I suggested that Jo go into the bathroom to see if she thought she could clean herself up enough to go out.  As I wiped the dogs paws, I heard Jo moan from the bathroom that it was useless, that she had better leave so she could get the mud off her blouse and skirt before it dried.  She walked out of the bathroom, almost a depressed, sad face on.  She had been so excited to share her promotion with me, and to go out to celebrate, and now she had to go home and wash clothes.  “How about this” I offered trying to salvage the evening, “I’ll fix us something to eat, open a bottle of wine, and you go back to the bathroom to clean your clothes?”  Jo was standing next to me as I knelt on the floor with the dogs.  Looking back on the moment, I think right then I felt that special feeling building inside me.  Jo was looking down at me with her big brown eyes in a way I had never seen before.  They were no longer the eyes of a friend, no, they were more like the eyes of a lover.  But at the moment, I wasn’t sure just what I was seeing.  Jo bent over, kissed the top of my head, her hand resting on my shoulder.  “You are so sweet” she said in a soft, sweet voice, then she left the room for the bathroom.

At the time I didn’t think much about it, the kiss on the head, the soft touch on my shoulder, the sweet tone of voice Jo used when she spoke to me, and those gorgeous brown eyes.  I knew I felt a special attraction to Jo after that, but I never considered it more than just helping a friend out after some bad luck.  And heck, truth be known, I wanted to spend some time with her, and this was about the only way I could think to salvage the evening.  So, after washing my hands, I started looking around the kitchen for something to fix for dinner.  I didn’t have much, so I started fixing an antipasto plate.  I had some cheese, some deli meats, roasted peppers, artichokes, and a few other odds and ends from the refrigerator.  I found a box of crackers and half a loaf of bread.  I toasted the day old bread to make some garlic toast, and opened the wine.  I do admit, as I sat the plate out on the table and  poured the wine into the glasses, I had visions of candles on the table, low lights in the room, music in the background and a romantic interlude occurring.  I just grinned, and figured I’d confess to Jo after we started eating what fantasies were running through my head.  Heck, she’d get a laugh out of it too.

As I put away the last of the supplies for dinner, I heard Jo come out of the bathroom.  I closed the refrigerator door, turned, and for the first time in my life saw Jo as more than just a good friend.  Standing there at the kitchen entry, Jo was smiling.  Her long dark hair lay softly on her soft, sensual shoulders.  Her eyes were sparkling in the light, and she was looking at me that same way as before, but this time I understood exactly what that look was.  Gone was the bright blue blouse, the dark skirt, the high heels.  Jo stood before me in a cream colored slip that glistened.  I could see it’s softness just in how it shown in the light.  Jo’s soft, silky skin almost glowed.  Never before had I felt this way about her.  I wanted to hold her, to caress her, to kiss her, to make love to her.  Yes, there had been times when I had fantasized about Jo, but somehow I never took those times too seriously.  She still had on her hose, and now I could tell they were stockings, not pantyhose.  The sensuous silk slip seemed to be caressing her flesh as she stood there.  It had slender spaghetti straps that seemed to blend into her soft, supple skin over her shoulders.  There was lace at the top, enough to cover what was beneath, but sheer enough to give a teasing look also.  The slip continued down her slender body, over her large round breasts, along her long, smooth curves to her hips, over her tiny ass.  The slip was long enough to start down her long, curvaceous  legs, but not long enough to conceal the tops of her beige stockings.  She had taken off her shoes, making her at least 3 inches shorted than I had seen her before.  I don’t know how long I stood there staring at Jo, it felt like an eternity, but was probably only seconds.  My entire world seemed to change in those seconds.  Gone were my feelings for Jo as my best friend.  They had disappeared somewhere deep inside me as my feelings for Jo, my lover emerged.  My mind raced with doubts and anticipation.  Could this really be happening, could Jo also be thinking of me in the same way?  Was this going to be a romantic night to remember always, or a night when a friend did something stupid to hurt another friend?  I looked down, away from Jo, trying to get my thoughts together.  I looked back and noticed more.  As my eyes moved up her shapely legs, pausing at the tops of the sheer, tight stockings on her beautiful legs, then up her thighs, up her stomach, I noticed that her large breasts were bigger and rounder than I had imagined.  I noticed the way the silky slip bulged just a bit on the tops of her magnificent breasts as her nipples grew more erect.  I wanted to act, to take Jo right then and there, to show her my feelings for her.  I wanted to run, to hide, to keep her from knowing how badly I wanted her.  I didn’t want to betray my friend, but I wanted her in the worst way. 

Jo took soft, silent steps toward me as I stood there.  Her smile grew as she approached.  It was like no smile I had seen on her before.  No, this smile was one of a woman that knew what she wanted, and saw she was getting it.  She wanted the response she was getting from me.  Jo always could read me like a book, and tonight she was reading me like a classic romance novel.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.  I couldn’t help but watch the silky smooth slip slide silently over her soft skin as she moved toward me.  I imagined what it must feel like as it caressed her bare flesh beneath.  I wondered what she felt like, how warm her skin must be, how soft, smooth, sensuous.  Jo’s eyes were looking deep into my soul as she reached me and looked up into my eyes.  Somewhere from inside me a command was given to my arms to reach out and put them around Jo.  I know it wasn’t from my brain, because that was paralyzed by Jo’s gaze into my soul.  I felt something on my waist, and realized it was Jo’s hands sliding around me as I pulled her close.  I felt the silk, slippery and cool against my shirt as I looked down into her eyes.  Jo smiled.  She knew exactly what she wanted, and knew her seduction was working it’s magic on me.  She moved closer, and I felt her breasts, large, firm and round press against my chest.  I felt her hips touch mine, I felt electricity run through my body.  I felt my hands caressing her back, sliding the slip easily along her flesh as I lowered my lips to hers.  A bomb could have rocked the building at that point, but I wouldn’t have known it.  All that mattered then was the feel of her warm, plump lips touching mine, her tongue and mine touching for the very first time, our bodies pressing together in a way only lovers know.  Jo broke off the kiss, then like a goddess looked into my eyes.  “Thank you” she whispered in the voice of an angel, “You don’t know how much you mean to me” she continued.  I looked into her eyes, and we kissed again. 

As I caressed Jo’s body, my hand gliding over her softness, I began to feel tiny bumps.  Our souls were on fire, but still, having been wet, and now standing there in the kitchen wearing only a slip and stockings, Jo was getting cold.  I picked up a wine glass and offered it to Jo, then took my own.  I still remember the glow of the rich burgundy in the glass against the background of Jo’s golden glow as she took a sip of the wine.  I led her into the living room, to the big leather sofa.  I knew the soft couch would be cool on her soft skin, so before she sat I threw an afghan over the leather.  Jo lowered herself, on knee on the sofa, one foot on the floor, still holding her glass of wine.  I took another sip of mine, placed the glass on the table, then leaned down to kiss her.  As our lips met, Jo laid back, and I moved over her.  Our bodies touches again as we kissed.  I remember the feel of her stockings on my slacks as her legs wrapped around me, as her feet slid up and down the back of my legs.  My lips moved from hers, to her tender neck, to her tiny ear, to her soft shoulder.  As I kissed her body I could feel Jo’s heart beating.  As I moved across her chest with my lips, kissing just above the top of her slip, I felt her body arch a bit.  I took my time with my kisses, moving from side to side, up and down her arms, back to her lips, all the while my body sliding against her.  My fingers caressed up her arm as our tongues again met.  Slowly I found the strap to her slip, and I began to move it down her shoulder, followed closely by more of my kisses.  Slowly, softly, I kissed down her body, feeling her anticipation, her excitement, her wanting growing.  As I moved, I pulled the thin strap a little further, finally exposing her large, round firm breast to me.  My lips followed, causing Jo to moan softly as I kissed.

That was the first night of many Jo and I spent together.  Our friendship was never quite the same, but that isn’t saying it got worse.  We continued to be great buddies, and lovers, a rare combination.  We spent several years together like that, but for some reason never married.  There was always some reason why… sick parents, jobs, whatever.  Looking back, I think it was that neither of us wanted to take a chance and ruin the wonderful bond and relationship we had.  I remember crying the night she moved away.  We both vowed to keep in touch, to visit each other, to remain just as we were, but we both knew it was over.  Daily phone calls turned to weekly ones.  Monthly visits turned into annual ones.  Finally, there was just an occasional letter or Christmas card.  Time has a way of healing all wounds, but the scar deep inside always remains.  When I got the phone call that Jo was gone, that scar opened into a wound again, and all of my feelings of the past came rushing back to the surface.  Jo was the best friend, best lover, best everything I ever knew, and she will always be at home in my heart. 

Tom's Birthday Present by Dave    JULY'S WINNER

The sun was shining through the trees, drying the morning dew from the ground.  It was Tom’s birthday and I wanted to do something extra special for him today.  I knew he wasn’t going to be home until abut noon, so I had time to plan just how to surprise him.  I made a phone call or two, took a shower and got dressed, then waited.  When I heard his car pulling in the driveway I walked out the back door and waited for him to pull around the corner.  As he did, I posed myself on the porch, leaning against the post, raising one leg a bit, knee bent just enough to force my jean skirt up my leg.  I saw a smile on his face as he stopped the car, and I knew he would continue smiling once I started giving him his presents.

I had dressed special for him for his birthday.  I put on some stockings, heels, my jean skirt and a white blouse, one that was short enough to show off my stomach and get his imagination running wild.  I purposely left off my bra, figuring that since we were alone, and what I had planned, he would get maximum enjoyment if there was no bra to contend with.  As he exited the car, I smiled and slowly walked down the couple of steps to meet him.  “Wow, you look marvelous” Tom said as he put his arms around my waist.  I put my arms around his neck and smiled as I looked deep into his eyes.  I could see his delight and anticipation as I greeted him with a cheerful “Happy Birthday Honey!”,  and followed it with a big kiss.  I had planned on just a “regular” kiss, not something overly passionate or seductive, but once our lips met I felt a charge pass between us, and the quick birthday kiss turned into a long, slow, loving kiss.  I felt Tom pull me closer to him, I felt his chest pressing against my breasts as we continued kissing.  Somehow this innocent birthday kiss turned into something more, and I was suddenly aware with all my senses of how turned on I was getting.  Something in my head was telling myself to let myself go while another voice was telling me to “slow down girl, you’ve got all day!”.  I broke off the kiss before I got to that point of no return.  As I pulled my lips from his, I looked into his eyes and saw he was about the same point I was, wanting to go further, but able to control his desires.  “Happy Birthday dear” I said with a more seductive voice, as I kissed my finger, placed it on Tom’s lips, and slowly slid it down his chin, neck and chest. 

Tom stood there for a moment looking into my eyes, then he looked at my body.  With a smile he asked, “what’s with the skirt and heels?, Where are you going?”.  I had to grin a bit as he questioned me, wondering why I was dressed like I was.  I let him go on for a little bit, not quite addressing his questions, letting the suspense build a little.  Finally I looked over his shoulder and said, “Babe, your car is dirty, I think it needs washed”.  Tom looked over his shoulder at his red Camaro, then back at me with puzzlement in his eyes.  His car wasn’t dirty, not dirty enough to really need washed anyway.  “Tom, how can I treat you to dinner tonight and be expected to go in a dirty car?” I asked as he looked back at me.  He started to say something, but I put my finger on his lips stopping him from talking.  “You sit down here on the porch honey” I said, handing him a glass of tea, “I’ll wash your car for you”.  Then I gave him the most seductive smile I could as I turned him around, led him up the step to the porch and to one of the chairs located there.  By this time, Tom had a big smile on his face.  I turned, blew him a kiss over my shoulder and walked down the steps and to the garage.  I returned dragging the hose behind me and carrying a bucket with car wash supplies in it. 

As I started, I teasingly sprayed the hose toward Tom and told him to wake up.  “Mercedes, I’m awake, believe me, I’m WIDE awake!” he said.  I filled the bucket with water, and the suds from the soap started to spill over the top.  I then turned the hose on the car, making sure I got the whole thing wet.  I sprayed the car with a high powered stream from the hose, sending water splashing off the red exterior to everything around, including me.  Now you understand why earlier I didn’t wear a bra.  I was glad Tom’s car didn’t really need washed, because I really wanted to more tease and seduce him rather than really wash his car.  And I didn’t want him to come back when I was done and have to do it over for all the places I missed.  Heck, it was his birthday, I didn’t want to cause more work for him.  Anyway, I pulled the soaked, soapy sponge  from the bucket of cool water.  Suds from the sponge ran down my arm as I moved it from the bucket to the top of the car.  As I started to wash, my back toward Tom, I made sure I had to stretch and reach so that one leg came off the ground and the tops of my stockings began to show.  I knew Tom was aware I was wearing them, but I didn’t want to leave anything out of my little private show for him.  Also, as I stretched and reached over the top of the car, I felt my breasts pressing against the wet driver side window.  “Perfect” I thought to myself…”a little water on the blouse, just enough to provide a little cling to my blouse, Tom will love it”.   I turned and bent over, facing Tom as I put the sponge back in the bucket and picked up the hose.  Again, the spray of water went everywhere as I rinsed the soap from the top.  By this time my hair was getting a little wet, my stockings were wet, my blouse was wet, and my skirt was wet.  As I reached to pick up the sponge again, I noticed how my stockings felt on my legs.  My garters pulled hard at the now heavier, wetter nylons which were clinging to my skin.  I felt the stockings sliding and pulling on my leg, giving me a gentle massage as I moved.  The slippery silky feel on my legs was so erotic, I was really starting to get into this present for Tom.

Next I moved to the hood and fender of the car.  I made sure I didn’t kneel down to reach the bottom, I bent over at the waist so my short blue skirt would pull further up my long legs, up higher than before, up to where the bare flesh of my thighs would be exposed to my birthday boy.  I couldn’t see or hear Tom, but I knew that he was enjoying every minute of his private show.  As I washed the hood of the car, I started closest to me, getting lots of soapy suds on the car, then gradually worked my way across so that I had to again lift one leg and lean far over.  I let my breasts press against the wet hood.  The water was cool on my blouse and skin.  I felt Tom’s eyes on me, I felt his desires building even though I couldn’t see him.  As I stood back up I looked back over my shoulder, and smiled.  Tom was on the edge of his chair by now, anxiously watching my every move.  I began to turn slowly, holding my arm so to slightly cover my now transparent blouse, hiding my exposed breasts so that Tom couldn’t quite see.  I gave him a little innocent country girl grin as I knelt down and retrieved my sponge from the bucket.  I moved to the other side of the hood, walking slowly around the front of the car, making sure I shook my tush for him as I did.  I moved my arms down, exposing myself to Tom as I began to wash the other side.  I knelt down to wash the fender, almost hiding myself from his view.  As I stood, I again let my large round breasts slide through the wet soapy water on the car.  I began to wash the hood, now facing Tom.  I bent over so the weight of my breasts, hanging free, pulled my blouse away from my neck and provided Tom a view down my front.  As I pulled the sponge over the hood with long wide sweeping motions, I felt my breasts sway back and forth.  The sensation of the wet blouse caressing my wet, cool nipples caused them to swell and grow, a detail that I was sure did not escape Tom’s eyes.  As I stood, I looked down my front and saw soap suds all over my blouse.  I looked up at Tom again, who was now standing.  I threw the sponge over the car and into the bucket.  Smiling, I used my hand to slowly slide down my blouse, over my breasts and stomach, wiping the suds from my front.  Since my hands were wet, and my body was drenched, this not only wiped away the excess bubbles, but worked the soap into my blouse and made it cling tightly to my soft, tan skin. 

The sun was now shining warmly on me as I sprayed the soap from the car.  I continued washing, teasing, playing.  I could see that Tom was enjoying his present immensely as he stood on the porch watching me wash his car.  When I “finished” (no, his car wasn’t completely washed), I again used my hands to wipe the soap suds from my body.  I made sure they were everywhere, my hair, my arms, my breasts, my legs.  I almost laughed as I thought of what I must look like standing there, wet and soapy.  I figured that anyone walking up at that time would think I looked like a wet rat, but I knew Tom was thinking something entirely different, and I was glad.  I picked up the towel and began the end of the show for Tom.  I dried off the car, reaching, stretching, bending, all in the most seductive manner possible.  By the time I was done with the car, I was more aroused than I had anticipated.  I walked up the steps toward Tom.  He offered me a drink of his cold tea.  As I took a long cool drink I felt his eyes on me.  I felt his hand touch my arm, and his hand take mine.  I was charged with excitement, yearning, desire.  But I had to resist.  Not because I didn’t want to drop to the wooden floor of the porch and show Tom how much he meant to me, but because of the reservations I had made.  I lowered the glass to the table, and took Tom in my arms.  My wet breasts pressed against his chest, my wet skirt against his hips as I moved close to him.  He leaned in to kiss me, but I stopped him.  “I’ve got more planned for your birthday, if you think you’re up to it that is” I said with a sly smile on my lips.  I moved back and told Tom to sit tight, that I would be back shortly.  “I have to go change before we leave” I told him, then winked and disappeared into the house.  I don’t know if I actually heard a moan from him, or it was my own senses moaning because they so desperately wanted more, but I hurried into the house anyway.  I had already laid out my clothes for our tip to town, but I had to dry my hair and put on some makeup also.  I hurried so as not to leave Tom unattended too long.  Heck, I spent all that time warming him up, I didn’t want him to cool down too much.

When I returned I still had on the wet clothes that I had on to wash the car.  My hair was dry and my makeup was in place, but I hadn’t changed clothes.  As I started to I realized that I could again provide Tom with a little show, so I picked up everything and went back outside.  Tom made some remark about me being wet and all, but I smiled and told him not to worry, and I showed him my dry clothes.  As I stood there beside his car, I began to strip for him.  I removed my shoes, slowly unbuckling them and sliding them off my set stockings.  I unhooked my garters from my clinging stockings, then slowly rolled the wonderful feeling material down my legs.  Next I reached around and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the ground.  As I leaned back on the car, I began to pull on my black stockings, slowly, seductively, patiently.  My hands slid along my silky smooth skin, straightening and adjusting each stocking as I went.  I put on my other dry shoes, some high strappy heels.  After turning and looking at my legs, making sure everything was in the right place, actually giving Tom a little more of a show, I stepped into my short black skirt.  It was soft and light, and the feel of it brushing along my legs, over my silk stockings was heaven.  God, I was so turned on, my car washing, my stripping, my exhibitionism, the wonderful feeling of the stockings on my legs.  I wanted to just run up the steps and take Tom right then, but I fought the urge.  I took off my wet blouse next.  There was a light summer breeze blowing, and the rush across the bare flesh of my breasts was exhilarating and exciting.  I don’t know how long I stood there with breasts open to the kiss of the wind, but I enjoyed every moment.  I pulled on a gold top, one that was so soft and sheer, so whimsical and shinny.  The feel of the airy light blouse on my bare soft skin almost made me moan with pleasure.  As I finished buttoning the last button, Tom was coming down from the porch toward me, passion and desire in his eyes.  I leaned back against his car, slid my ass up on the hood and leaned back against the windshield.  My hands caressed my body.  My long fingernails slid slowly up the black stockings on my legs.  When they reached the tops of my stockings, touching my tender bare flesh pressing out the tops I felt a shiver run through my body.  Tom had stopped, near the car, but away far enough to enjoy the sight of me posed on his hood.  I let my hands continue up my body, over my stomach and breasts, up my neck and through my hair.  I was aware that my blouse was caressing my smooth skin, and that my nipples again were pressing the golden weave of my blouse into small mounds atop my breasts.  I looked at Tom, and he was mesmerized, his eyes fixated on me.  I reached out one hand toward him, and like a man in a hypnotic state he walked toward me.  I could see his excitement through his Dockers, and in his eyes.  As he touched my hand I pulled him close, and we kissed.  The feel of his body pressing against mine as I laid on the hood of the Camaro was more than either of us could take.  It was at that moment I knew the afternoon plans had changed.  No longer would we be driving anywhere.  No longer would I be taking him out for his birthday.  No, instead Tom was taking me for his birthday, and I let him, willingly. 

JENNY by DAVE

While driving home the other evening, just about sunset I passed a car along side the road with it’s hood raised.  Normally I pass right past something like this and hardly notice, but this time was different.  It was on a rural road so there wasn’t any traffic, and I wasn’t flying low at 70 miles per hour either.  As I approached the car I saw a young lady step from the front of the car where she had been hidden by the raised hood.  She appeared to be a lovely young woman, mid 20’s maybe, dressed in what looked like a business suit less the jacket.  She had on a light colored blouse, dark skirt, hose and heels.  What hit me most about this scene wasn’t the damsel in distress, but the memories it caused to come crashing back into my mind.  They (whoever “they” are) always say you never forget your first time, well, “they” were right.

I was a young, brash, inexperienced teen, driving my 1974 Chevy Nova late one summer afternoon.  My parents lived on a farm, so I really didn’t know the neighbors other than to recognize them to say “hey”.  I was a senior at the time, had a fast car, no cares in the world, and ready to conquer it all.  Funny how I remember it like it was yesterday.  I was speeding down county road 3 when I saw a car half blocking the narrow road, tail lights flashing, hood up.  To see another car on the road to my house was rare, so to see one broken down was even more odd.  As I got closer to the car I downshifted to slow… and as any teenage boy knows, to announce my arrival on the scene.  I didn’t recognize the car, and at first I didn’t see anyone around.  With another downshift I began to pull over and in behind the mid sized blue car, a Ford of some kind if I remember correctly.  I was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt as I opened the door and got out.  Just as I took my first step toward the front of the car in front of me I saw her for the first time.  Jenny’s head looked around the side of the lifted hood.  My first glance at her was her long blonde hair, her big green eyes, and a look of utter frustration on her face.  Even in that scenario she was beautiful, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and that was all from just her face.  Her eyes, that first sight of her burned a lasting image in my mind, and heart, that still causes me to smile when I think of it.  I didn’t recognize this stranger stranded along the road, but I knew I sure was going to do my damnedest to impress her.  “Car trouble” I asked as I walked closer.  Still a stranger to me, Jenny took a step back from the car, a small stream of sweat running down the side of her face, a look on her face that caused me to think she was close to tears.  She was older than I was, mid to late 20’s I guessed.  As I reached the front of the car where she was standing I got my first full look at the most beautiful woman I had even seen in my life.  “I don’t know what is wrong” Jenny said in a sweet voice, one of desperation and frustration, “I was driving along, then it just stopped with no warning”.  I wasn’t looking at the car, but at her deep green eyes.  Her hair was still styled, even though it was a bit messed from her frustration and from the heat of the dead engine.  Her eyes seemed to look deep inside me, I suddenly felt like she was reading my every thought, which caused me to blush a bit as my thoughts were definitely NOT about the car at that point. 

Jenny was tall, probably an inch or two taller than I was.  She was wearing a bluish purple blouse, long sleeved yet light weight and sheer.  I could see her bra through the blouse as the late afternoon sun backlit the thin shinny material of the elegant top.  She also had on a black skirt, not the mini’s of today, but it didn’t go all the way to her knees either.  Her black high heel shoes were polished to a high gloss and her long shapely legs were covered by stockings.  At first I wasn’t aware of what stockings even were, nor that she was wearing them.  Back then pantyhose were the only thing I knew, and that was only because it was what my mother and sisters wore.  I knew I loved the way a girls’ legs looked in them, but they always seemed very impractical for what was always on my mind.  And it wasn’t for a little while longer until I realized that Jenny wasn’t wearing pantyhose, and I received my first look at a pair of stockings.  Thinking back on the whole situation, I must have made Jenny very uncomfortable at first, standing there gawking at her like someone that came across an alien from outer space.  “Do you think you can fix it?” Jenny finally asked, causing me to blush more at the time, awakening me from my trance.  I remember looking back into her eyes, trying to find the words to speak, feeling myself getting aroused, feeling awkward and naïve.  Finally I was able to answer her and I moved toward the car.  At first the engine looked foreign to me, not it it’s manufacturing, but because I couldn’t get the vision of those long legs out of my head.  I had to study the engine for a moment to get my mind back on the task at hand and figure out what might have caused her car to stop, I had to figure it out so that I could look like her hero, her rescuer.  I remember thinking to myself, “maybe I’ll even get a kiss out of this”, looking back at it now, boy was I naïve.

As I stood at the side of the car, bent over the fender looking around for the problem, Jenny walked around to the other side of the car and similarly bent over the opposite side.  As my eyes slowly moved across the engine to take another look at her, hoping not to be caught, I realized that I now had a view down the front of her silky blouse.  Since my first impression of Jenny was her eyes and long legs, I had not really appreciated her huge breasts.  But now, as she bent over the fender on the other side of the car, her low cut blouse dangling down, her large round breasts hanging there over the edge of the fender I could see just how wonderful they were.  As the excitement between my legs grew I pressed harder against the car, trying desperately to conceal the now large bulge in my jeans.  I so wanted to reach out and touch just one of her breasts.  Her flesh was so creamy looking, so soft, so warm, so touchable.  I could see almost her entire breast as she leaned over the car, only her black bra covered her nipples, and I could see the darkness of that just begin where the bra began to hide them.  I forced myself to continue my search for Jenny’s problem, and hopefully not get caught staring down her blouse.  I began to feel around, poking at wires and hoses trying to find just what caused the engine to stop.  I wasn’t a mechanic or anything, but I did know my way around a motor a little.  Soon I saw what I thought was the problem.  The wire to the center of the distributor cap had apparently fallen off.  I pressed the rubber boot on the end of the wire back securely in place, wiped my hands on my jeans, stole one last glance down Jenny’s blouse, then stood up.  “Want to give it a try?” I asked, confident that I had solved her problem.  Jenny smiled and walked back around the car to where I was standing, and stopped.  “Can you show me what you found so that if it happens again I can fix it myself?” she said in her sweet voice.  Jenny then bent over the fender on my side of the car, just in front of me.  I suddenly got a smell of her flowery perfume.  A light breeze brought it to my nose, sending my already aroused body even higher, causing my pants to bulge even more.  It was then that I got my first look at stockings, and learned just how erotic and beautiful they are.  As I looked at Jenny leaning over the car, my eyes traveled from her long blonde hair falling around her head as she stood over the engine, down her back, over her slender, round ass, and down those long lovely legs.   To this day I still remember that pose, how the high heels made her legs look, how one leg was straight, the other slightly bent at the knee, the black skirt pulled up the back of her legs, the tops of her stockings just barely visible to my view.  No artist could ever capture the beauty of that classic pose on canvas, for it wasn’t just the view, it was the heat, the aroma of her perfume, the presence of her being right there next to me that added to the beauty of Jenny.  I stood there in awe of those dark stockings on her gorgeous legs.  I noticed the seam running up the back, how straight it was, almost like it was an arrow leading my gaze from her slender ankles up the curves of her leg to her firm ass.  I wanted to touch them, kiss them, feel them.  I was a teenage boy and when my mind wasn’t on food or cars, it was on girls.  Like I said, I was inexperienced then, but I knew about sex, and right then I wanted it worse than I had ever in my life.  Looking at Jenny’s legs, seeing the tops of those wonderful stockings, fantasizing about what lay just past my view under her black skirt all made my body ache for her.  I don’t know how my jeans contained me I was so hard.  “Are you going to show me or not?” Jenny asked, looking back at me from under the hood.  I think my face must have turned 10 shades of red as I looked at her eyes looking into mine.  I knew she could read me like a cheap trashy novel.  I knew she could read my thoughts, knew what I was fantasizing about, knew that I was erect, and knew that I was a virgin.  I stuttered and stammered, quickly moving around behind Jenny and to the front of the car.  With one last glance at her long legs, one last look at my discovery of stockings, I proceeded to show Jenny the distributor cap and the wire that had come off.  “You might want to get it replaced” I told her, trying to sound like an expert, “it fit kind of loose, so a new one would probably not jiggle off again”. 

I closed the hood of Jenny’s car, figuring my encounter with this goddess was just about over.  I walked around to the side of the car and opened the door, figuring Jenny would get in and drive away forever.  “Are you in a hurry?” Jenny asked, using her hand to close the door I had just opened.  She was facing away from the car, leaning back against the fender, the light summer breeze barely moving her long blonde hair.  Jenny lifted one foot from the ground and placed her high heel against the side of the car.  Her hands were resting on each side of her body, holding onto the fender.  Her eyes were locked one mine, her lips were smiling, my heart was pounding.  “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come by” Jenny said, “there hasn’t been a car come by for a long long time”.  She continued telling me how she had already been stuck there almost an hour before I arrived, and she pointed out that nobody had driven by since.  I told her that this road wasn’t used much, and I wondered why she was even there.  We talked for a while.  I found out she was lost and trying to get to town to spend the night on her trip to Chicago.  The sun was just starting to set over the horizon, the sky was becoming bright with shades of orange, red and purple.  I was still as hard and erect as I had been when I first started looking at Jenny’s legs as she bent over the car.  She was quite the flirt, spilling innuendo after innuendo into our conversation.  As we talked, I noticed Jenny’s eyes start to move down my body.  I remember feeling like I was naked, helpless to hide the huge lump between my legs as she moved her eyes down my chest.  I wanted to turn, to cover myself, but I knew there was no escape.  Jenny paused as she checked out my jeans, then her eyes came back to mine.  She was smiling, much more than before.  There was a look in her eyes that told me I was about to learn more about the world than I had ever known.

Jenny stepped away from the car, and took a step toward me.  “You know I owe you for saving me like this” Jenny said with a coy smile on her lips.  I told her that it was my pleasure, that she owed me nothing, yet in my heart I wanted her more than I wanted anything in life.  Jenny took another step toward me, sending me backing into the side of the car, almost pinning me there with an invisible force.  “I insist” Jenny said, “you deserve something for all your work”.  I felt Jenny’s hand touch mine, and her other hand touch my face.  Her eyes were like fiery torches cutting through me as she leaned in to kiss me.  Now I had kissed girls before, but never a woman, and NEVER like this.  I thought I was going to fall to the ground in a limp pile of goo as my body seemed helpless to her control.  Her fingers moved through my hair as she pressed her lips hard into mine.  Her tongue slowly began to tease my lips, to coax my tongue to hers.  With her other hand she led my fingers to her leg.  When I felt the silky warmth of her stocking to my touch I felt my manhood pound and pulse uncontrollably.  I felt Jenny pressing her body against mine, and I knew she could feel my throbbing, and she pressed harder.  My hand began to slide up her leg, savoring the feel of her stocking and her flesh.  When I reached the top of the silky garment my hand stopped, but only until Jenny urged it further with her own hand.  The feel of her bare thigh to my hand was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.  I felt Jenny begin to slide her leg along mine, the soft stocking sliding upward over my jeans.  I let out a whimper, like a baby I thought, but I was helpless to stop it.  Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment except for the feel of Jenny kissing me, pressing against me, pulling my hand to her ass.  I felt her large breasts pressing against my chest, and I wished we were both naked and entwined together.

Jenny softly pulled her lips from mine and looked deep into my eyes.  The golden glow of the late afternoon sky behind Jenny’s beautiful blonde hair made her look like an angel.  Pausing slightly, as if searching for the right words, Jenny touched my face with her hand.  “There is a barn over there, think anyone would mind if we checked it out?” Jenny said in a soft, comforting, inviting voice.  Her eyes sparkled, her lips smiled.  My hand slid down from her ass, down her thigh, over those magic stockings.  I turned my head, looking over my shoulder toward the abandon barn, then back at Jenny.  No words were exchanged, but we communicated with our eyes.  Jenny took my hand in hers, we walked eagerly toward the old gray barn, through the pasture that separated us from that wonderful place where Jenny shared the most special afternoon and evening of my life.  I remember that last kiss next to her car on that old country road, evening had set in, the moon was shining brightly on us.  I watched the round red tail lights disappear into the distance as Jenny left that night, left my life, but not my heart.  Jenny had made me a man, fate had made me the luckiest man.  As I got into my car to drive home, I felt something in my pocket pressing against my hip.  I forced my hand into the tight pocket of my jeans and pulled out a wadded ball of something.  It was dark, so I turned on the interior light of that old Nova.  I immediately recognized the aroma of Jenny’s perfume as I fumbled with the wad to see what it was.  In the pale light inside the car I found that Jenny had placed her stockings in my pocket before she had handed me my jeans back in the barn.  And to this day, all these years later, I still have those stockings tucked away in a box of special memories of my life.  I wonder what Jenny is doing right now?

THE SINGER by Dave         MAY'S WINNER

Thunder shook the earth.  The streets and sidewalks were wet from the passing
storm and reflected the brilliant explosions of the last remnants of the
lightening.  I walked quickly, taking time to inhale and smell the fresh smell
of the spring rain before entering the club.  I shook the moisture from my
overcoat and handed it to the coatroom attendant.  As I turned a nice looking
girl, barely old enough to be in such a place, approached me with her tray of
smokes.  "Cigarette Mister" she asked with her obvious Jersey accent.  I pulled
a cigarette from my pocket and gave the girl a wink.  She walked off, unaffected
by not being able to sell me, on to the next guy that might buy her wares and
give her a tip.  "Cute kid" I thought to myself as I watched her walk away.  She
was wearing high heels and dark stockings with seams going up the backs of her
long legs.  I noticed that the seam on her left leg wasn't straight, and
imagined helping her straighten it.  Her short skirt swayed back and forth as
she glided away from me.  In the background, I heard the piano.

I walked into the bar, pausing at the doorway to check out who might be there.
The piano bar was off to my left, a couple of guys in suits with their ties
loosened were sitting around as the nameless piano player worked his magic on
the keys.  At the bar were several regulars all engaged in conversations while
some out of towners sat in the black leather booths to my right.  Sam the
bartender saw me standing in the door, waved at me, and began to mix my martini.
A couple of the regulars looked my way, smiled and lifted their glasses as if
offering a "welcome" toast to me.  I smiled back and tipped my hand to my head,
and then walked toward the piano.  Sam sent my drink over to me after I sat
down.  The bar maid made change for me and I gave her a big tip, just so she
would keep the drinks coming on a regular basis.  The rest of the change I
stuffed into the tip jar on the piano and got a smile from the guy tickling the
ivories.  A quick check of my watch told me that I didn't have long to wait, so
I sipped my martini, loosened my tie and rested my elbow on the rail around the
black piano.

I hadn't been there long when I felt the soft touch of her hand on my shoulder.
I could smell her flowery perfume even over the cigarette smoke that filled the
room.  I turned on my stool to face her.  As I turned she didn't let her hand
leave my shoulder, but instead let it ride so that her arm was not around me,
pulling her face close to mine.  Her big green eyes caught mine, and her smile
hypnotized my thoughts.  "Hi babe" I said just before she leaned in and touched
her velvety warm lips to mine.  Jenny's kisses filled me with warmth and desire
every time she shared them with me.  The feel of her touch on my body sent waves
of pleasure crashing through me.  Feeling her feminine curves caress my hands as
I held her made me glad to be a man.  "I'm glad you showed up Sonny" Jenny said
in her deep seductive voice, "It is always better when you are here".  I smiled
and winked at Jenny while I admired her bright smile and deep green eyes.  Her
hair was long, but when she performed Jenny would pull it up and secure it,
exposing her long, lean neck.  I often fantasized about slowly kissing my way up
her long arms, over her round shoulder and up that luscious neck.  Jenny had
skin that just made you want to touch her, to experience her, to hold her.  She
could tell you anything with her eyes, read you a novel without speaking a word,
all by looking at you.  I knew I loved her, but for some reason, I had never
told her that.  With another short kiss, Jenny started to walk away, holding my
hand until the last possible moment as she walked behind the piano player. 

Unlike the cigarette girl, Jenny's stocking seams were perfectly straight.  As
she walked away from me I couldn't help but watch her glamorous legs.  She wore
black pump heels with a thin strap around her ankle.  Her long gown was slit
both up the front and back.  As she walked, her leg would slide out from under
the sequins  covered dress, exposing just a hint of the tops of her stockings.
The stockings themselves were very sheer, almost neutral in color with tiny
specks of sparkles in them.  Jenny's tan, shapely legs stretched the sheer silky
stockings tightly around her flesh, leaving no wrinkles on those perfect legs.
I also fantasized about someday being with Jenny, feeling those wonderful
stockings as I slowly caressed my way up her leg.  Jenny was beautiful, not just
when she was all dolled up to perform, but anytime you saw her.  She was petite
with curves that would cause any man caution.  Her breasts were ample and round,
firm and high.  The dress tonight showed them off perfectly, holding them
tightly together and exposing a large cleavage.  I wondered how the tiny
spaghetti straps at the top of her gown kept from snapping under the load of
Jenny's enormous breasts.  Her body slimmed down to her waist then back out to
her shapely hips and ass.  I knew I wasn't the only man in the room that lusted
for Jenny, but I knew I was the one she would be sitting with later tonight
between her shows.

Jenny pulled up a stool, picked up her microphone, then sat.  I felt a yearning
inside me and an aching between my legs as I watched Jenny sit.  As she adjusted
herself on the stool, she slowly crossed one leg over the other, her gown
falling open at the slit down the front and her long leg exposing itself all the
way to her thigh.  The light above her sparkled on her stockings, drawing your
eyes to them.  She placed her one foot on the rung of the stool, the heel
sliding down behind it while the front of her foot hung over the front.  The leg
that she crossed over top gently rocked as she began to sing.  Jenny's soulful
voice filled the room with "A kiss is just a kiss", and everyone listened and
watched.  Jenny would look around the room as she sang, but when her eyes came
to me, they stopped.  She could tell that I was in her power, her eyes told me
so.  I listened and watched her leg while it seduced me.  I could see the top of
her stocking and somehow I knew that tonight was going to be much different than
any night before.  I don't know if it was because I could read it in Jenny's
eyes, or if my body was urging me on, but tonight I would have Jenny to myself
I would know what those long legs would feel like to my caress, to my kiss.  By
the end of the evening, Jenny would know that I loved her.

After her first set, Jenny came over and sat next to me.  I felt her stocking
slid against my trousers as she pulled her stool up close to mine.  I handed her
the drink I had Sam get while she was performing, we toasted and then began to
talk.  Tie seemed to stand still, yet fly by quickly.  Jenny and I talked, but I
wasn't comprehending anything she said.  My eyes were locked onto hers.  It was
like we were making love, but yet just sitting there in the bar.  Our eyes and
souls were connected, yet our bodies were making small talk.  At midnight Jenny
got up to perform her last set.  Again I watched those luxurious legs as they
carried her to her stage.  I wanted to touch those stockings so bad that I
almost hurt.  I wanted to feel her lips on mine, her body pressed against me,
her arms around me.  The thoughts of being with Jenny arouse me more and more as
I watched that long sparkling leg slowly bounce as she sang.  What seemed like
hours, soon passed and Jenny was done, and she returned to her spot next to me.

Without a word, I put my arm around Jenny and urged her closer to me.  I looked
deep into her big green eyes and then I kissed her.  I felt the energy race
through my body, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up with
excitement.  Jenny's lips were warm, soft, inviting.  I could feel her melting
in my arms as we kissed.  Our tongues touched, gently at first, then with more
intensity.  I could feel Jenny's breathing getting deeper and faster as our kiss
continued.  I don't know how long we sat there listening to the piano play while
we kissed, it seemed like an eternity, yet it ended too soon.  I looked into
Jenny's eyes as we parted our lips, looking for direction, for a clue, for
something that would tell me she wanted me as much as I wanted her.  I felt her
hand touch mine, then I felt something hard in my palm.  I looked down and saw a
key, then looked up and saw her smile.  "I'll be in my dressing room, give me a
few minutes" Jenny said, then stood and walked away.  I felt my manhood pulsing
and my imagination running wild.  I looked back at Jenny just in time to see her
disappear around the corner, her hand touching the doorway and slowly sliding
around it, her index finger almost motioning me to follow.   I turned back to
the piano and picked up my martini.  I finished off the last drink and listened
as the slow, smoky jazz song the piano man was playing faded and ended.  I
waited a minute or two more, then rose from my stool and walked toward the door. 

I paused briefly at Jenny's dressing room, wondering if I should knock, or just
use the key and enter.  I looked down at the key, then at the door, pondering my
next move.  I raised the key to the door, inserted it into the lock and turned.
I looked left, then right to see if anyone was watching, then slowly opened
Jenny's door.  The lights in the room were mostly off, only a dim lamp on her
dressing table was on.  Jenny was standing by the dressing table, and I froze in
my tracks.  Her gown was in a ball on the floor.  She moved her hand to the back
of her head and magically her hair fell to her shoulders.  The little bit of
light from the lamp danced in the glow of her long brown hair.  Jenny was
standing there before me, naked, except for her heels, stockings and garter.  My
eyes moved slowly down her body, then back up.  She was more beautiful than I
had ever fantasized about.  Her eyes invited me closer, so I stepped toward my
goddess.  Her arms reached for mine, and we embraced.  Her lips found mine and
we kissed passionately.  I drew her closer to me, her bare breasts pressing
against me, her hips pressed against my aching manhood.  I felt her long leg,
that silky stocking, wrap around me and begin to slowly slide along the back of
my leg.  We continued kissing, embracing, caressing.  My hand slid down and
touched her leg.  I felt something race through me that seemed to supercharge my
desires.  The feel of her nylon stocking to my fingers sent fire racing through
my body, making me want her more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.  I
continued caressing her leg, feeling the silky softness of her stockings and the
warm tender flesh of her thigh at the top.  Jenny began to moan softly as we
stood there entwined together.  I picked her up and carried her to the sofa
across the room.  I lowered her there, knelt before her and began to kiss her
entire body.  I began at her foot, holding it gently and letting my warm lips
move their way up her long, shapely leg.  The feel of her stockings on my lips
aroused me until I could no longer stand it.  I looked into Jenny's eyes and saw
she was also needing more. 

As we lay there on the floor, embraced after making love, kissing and cuddling,
we heard the silence that filled the building.  The piano was no longer playing,
the sound of the crowd was now absent.  In the distance we heard a banging.. the
sound of chairs being lifted from the floor and placed upside down on top of the
tables.  Closing time.  I looked into Jenny's eyes, longing to stay with her,
yearning not to leave her.  "How about a drink at my place?" Jenny questioned.
I smiled and shook my head affirmatively.  Soon we were sneaking out the back
door and walking down the now dry street to Jenny's apartment.

RACHELE by Dave       APRIL'S WINNER

I knew that we would be hiring a new person in the office soon, but I was surprised when I came in on Monday morning and saw that it had happened.  I walked to my desk and sat down, not paying attention across the isle to see my new work mate.  As I turned on my computer I picked up a hint of perfume, something I had not noticed before.  I inhaled briefly and let the aroma play in my nose as my mind wandered a bit.  As my computer made all of it’s beeps and clicks while it slowly came to life, I was startled when I heard a voice from behind me.  “Good morning” the woman’s voice called, “you must be Mike”.  I turned quickly in my chair to see who knew my name.  Normally I am the first person in the office by at least an hour, so to hear someone else there, someone I didn’t recognize, caused me to jump a bit.  As my chair came to a stop, I found myself face-to-skirt with the woman who had known my name.  My eyes looked up and saw the most beautiful green eyes staring back down at me.  I scrambled to my feet, trying to keep from being too embarrassed at being startled, and also by staring directly into this woman’s skirt.  When I stood I was unusually close to her.  She was taking a step toward me as I started to stand.  When I rose from the chair we ended up at that awkward closeness where you don’t know if you should kiss or back off.  I stumbled back quickly making sufficient space between those wonderful green eyes and me. 

“Hi, I’m Mike” I said in a clumsy voice, and I extended my hand.  Her hand was soft and warm.  Her fingers were long and slender, nails painted dark pink to match her lips.  When her hand touched mine I felt a jolt of excitement race through my body as if I had received a shock from static electricity.  I looked into her green eyes and tried desperately to think of something to say.  She was beautiful, but I didn’t want to blurt that out.  Her hair was a dark blonde, or light brown, somewhere in between.  It was long and shinny, the kind of hair you dream of running your fingers through, or fantasize that it is hanging down around her face as she lowers herself to your body and you kiss.  She had on hoop earrings and pink lipstick.  Her smile was intoxicating when she shared it with me.  I felt warm inside when I saw it.  As she started to speak, I became aware that my eyes were moving down her long neck to check out the rest of her body.  “I’m Rachele” she said, “this is my first day, but Rick let me in yesterday to get set up”.  Rick was our boss and often worked on the weekends.  As her words lit softly in my ears I noticed her voluptuous breasts.  She was wearing a somewhat tight blouse, pink to match her lips and fingernails.  I noticed that the buttons seemed strained where they crossed the two large globes, working hard to keep the material of the blouse from breaking apart exposing what I could only imagine.  Her skirt was black, not too long, but not overly short.  Her legs were long and shapely in the high heel shoes she was wearing.  My eyes quickly moved back to hers and I immediately could see that even though I was fast, she had caught me checking her out.  And even though I felt somewhat embarrassed, I picked up from her eyes that she didn’t mind at all.  In fact, I got the distinct impression that she liked that I was checking her out.  “Mike said I should sit across from you so that you can mentor me as I get up to speed here” Rachele said, “I hope you won’t mind if I have a lot of questions”.  With that said, she slowly turned, her eyes the last to move from me, and walked back across the isle where she sat.  Her ass was beautiful, perfect, firm, round.  Her heels made her legs look perfect.  She was wearing what I assumed to be panty hose that were very shinny and sheer.  They accented the natural color of her beautiful legs more than colored them.  As she sat Rachele crossed her left leg over her right as she moved closer to her desk.  It was then that I got the ultimate thrill.  Her black skirt was short enough when she crossed her leg that it exposed the top of her stocking.  I felt a throbbing between my legs as this gorgeous woman sat only feet away from me, wearing thigh-high stockings.  I fantasize about women in stockings all the time.  I love the way they have a classic beauty, an erotic and seductive aurora about them.  As I sat I tried not to stare at Rachele.  The scent of her perfume still filled my cubicle as I turned and tried to get to work. 

We made small talk all morning.  More me trying to come up with things to talk about so that I could turn to see her beauty than her asking me questions about work.  By lunch time we had become closer and it was much easier to carry on a conversation with her and not sit and stare at those long, shapely legs.  I offered to take her to lunch, but Rachele already had plans.  When noon arrived I watched her walk away from me, her long legs captivating my imagination, those stockings providing me fantasies to fill my lunch hour.   Since I couldn’t take Rachele out, I ate the lunch I had brought at my desk.  I couldn’t get Rachele out of my mind.  I kept seeing those deep green eyes looking into mine, kept fantasizing about those long legs wrapped around me, how soft they would feel, how I would love to caress them.  She is all I could think of while I sat there eating alone.  When she returned I was caught up somewhere in a daydream about her.  Her voice again caused me to jump a bit and my face to turn red.  I felt as if she had caught me fantasizing about her and she could read my every thought.  I soon came back to reality and knew that there was no way she could know what I was thinking about.  “You look like the kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar” Rachele joked when she saw me jump.  I quickly explained that I was just deep in thought about a project that Rick had dropped on me soon after she had left for lunch.  “Oh, he told me about that yesterday” Rachele said, “ he said that would be a perfect project for me to help you on to get to know the business”.  My mind again raced as I realized how much work there was, and all the hours I’d be spending with my beautiful co-worker.  I told her to pull up a chair and we could get started.  I explained how I’d be working late to get the work done, and offered to Rachele that she would not need to stay, … unless she wanted to.  I felt her hand on my arm, and again excitement raced through my body.  “Mike” she said, “if you’re staying late, then so am I… I have to make a good impression”.  If she only knew the impression she was already making….

It must have been after 7:00 when we decided to take a break.  I had taken off my tie and I noticed that Rachel had unbuttoned one of her top buttons on her blouse.  My fantasy was true.  Her breasts were more lovely than I had imagined.  The tender flesh of her breasts barely escaped the cover of her blouse, enough to expose her cleavage to me.  I wanted to touch it badly, but I knew better.  We both grabbed a snack from the machine in the break room and returned to my desk.  The office was again deserted leaving Rachele and I alone.  After we ate and began to work again, I noticed that Rachele was sitting a little closer to me.  When she would lean over to check my work, I felt her breasts brush against my arm.  When she would move her chair to get more comfortable or cross her legs differently, the silky softness of those fabulous stockings brushed against my leg.  Every touch from Rachele caused me to become more and more aroused.  Her perfume was still strong, intoxicating, inviting.  I would turn to explain something to her and our eyes would meet, our faces would be awkwardly close.  The longer we worked like that, the hotter I got.  Soon I was unbuttoning another button on my shirt and rolling up my sleeves.  I thought about standing up, stretching and taking a short break to get focused again, but realized that wasn’t a good idea now either.  All of the “casual” touching and working in such close quarters had caused me to become more than a little aroused.  I felt Rachele again leaning against me, her huge breast pressing hard against my arm.  I felt her leg move in front of mine and press against it.  She began to speak, pointing to a part of the computer screen where she had a question.  Her face was next to mine, her perfume filling my head, the fantasies of being with her filling my fantasies.  I heard her melodic voice but I couldn’t make out what she was saying.  I turned my face toward hers, my eyes longing for her.  I knew it wasn’t what I should be doing, but I couldn’t resist her charm and seduction.  I only hoped that she was trying to seduce me, else she would be working alone very soon as I would be fired for harassment.  I watched her face as she spoke, her eyes twinkled in the glow of the monitor.  Suddenly her lips stopped moving, her voice became silent.  Rachele turned toward me, her eyes looking deep into mine.  I felt her smile as I looked for encouragement in her stare.  I wanted to move forward, to kiss her, but something was holding me back.  I felt Rachel’s hand touch mine, unleashing my caution.  As the rush from her touch filled my body I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips to hers.  They were warm, soft, supple.  My body was on fire with desire for her as our kiss continued.  I started to pull away, as if to say this was a mistake, and I was sorry, but Rachele’s face moved forward so as not to let our lips part.  Her hand led mine to her long tanned leg.  I began to caress her stockings, slowly sliding my fingers along her leg, over and behind her knee, up her thigh and back down.  I was more than ready to be with her as my other hand began to cup her magnificent breasts.  As my fingers traced along the soft flesh pressing out from under her bra I heard her gasp a short breath.   I felt Rachele’s hand sliding along my leg, higher and higher, sending my body to a higher state of arousal. 

I don’t think our kiss ever broke off as we moved from our chairs to the floor.  Most of the office lights were already out and the only lights were from inside my cubicle.  We continued kissing for a long long time, our bodies pressed together, first mine on top of Rachele’s, then her’s on top of mine.  We ended our kiss and gazed deep into each others’ eyes, each wondering if the other was willing.  I began to kiss Rachele’s neck, moving down her body, undressing her as I went.  I continued down her long legs, feeling the softness of her stockings against my lips.  Rachele began to moan as my lips moved from the silky stockings on her legs to the tender exposed flesh of her inner thigh.  I took my time pleasuring my new friend, as she also did with me.  We slowly explored each other’s bodies to find how to tantalize and excite them to their highest climax.  I don’t know how long the two of us made love there on the office floor, but it wasn’t until well after midnight when I left for home.  As we walked out to our cars together, I asked Rachele if Rick had told her about the business casual attire for the office.  Coyly, she smiled and answered me that he had, then confessed that during the interview process she had seen me and knew she would be working with me.  “Mike, I knew I wanted you the first time I saw you” she continued, “and I figured dressing nice like this was a sure way to get you to notice me”.  I smiled and kissed her again before I closed her car door and she drove away.  I didn’t get much sleep that night, still fantasizing about Rachele.

When the next morning came around and I walked in the office, Rachele was already there.  I could smell her perfume before I could see into her cubicle.  “Good Morning Sunshine” I said as I turned the corner.  Rachele stood to greet me, again wearing a skirt and stockings.  I instantly felt that desire start to build.

HOT, WET, AND WILD by City Boy

You might say I have one of the best jobs around, photographing beautiful women in various stages of undress, in exotic lingerie, or in semi-nude settings.  I have to admit, I do love photographing these lovely ladies, but believe it or not, is isn’t all fun and games.  But to lie to you and say I don’t have fun, and I don’t get certain “perks” wouldn’t be honest.

Take this one time last year, I had the opportunity to do a photo shoot of a glamorous web model, who claimed to be the Queen of Stockings.  I had not met her before the shoot, so I only knew her by her bio, and the contract she sent me for the shoot.  I arrived at her house with no real expectations, only to do a good job for her photos.  I knocked on the door and was waited.  It was cold outside with some snow on the ground, much like any other winter day up here in the north.  I heard the lock on the door turn, then the door slowly opened for me.  Standing there in front of me was a tall, gorgeous blonde with the biggest green eyes I had ever seen.  I was immediately taken back, but quickly found the words I had just swallowed and introduced myself.  This angel smiled at me and quickly invited me in out of the cold.  After the pleasantries were out of the way, this lovely creature invited me into the den, where the shoot would take place.  I saw pictures of her on the desk, and realized that she was the one I would be taking the pictures of, and that her name was Mercedes.

“I’ll be right back” she said as she walked from the room, “make yourself comfortable”.  I began setting up my equipment, making sure the light in the room was just right, making sure that I was planning for the sun as it moved through the morning sky.  I got the equipment set up just about the time Mercedes returned.  I could see she was wearing high heels and stockings, or pantyhose, but her robe covered everything else.  I was captivated with her eyes.  Her stare could melt the coldest heart, and get a man to do anything she wanted him to do for her.  Her voice was on the deep side, but anything but manly.  I turned from my camera to face her, trying to maintain some professionalism, and believe me, it was difficult. 

“So Mercedes, what are we trying to accomplish with this shoot?” I asked.  She began to describe the idea, a set where she would seductively strip, all the while touching herself, caressing herself, something to really drive her fan wild.  This was to be one of her most provocative sets, one like she had not done before.  This was not to be pornographic in nature, but it should come close.  “Keep in mind” she began, “ I want to capture the sexuality of the pinup girls of the 40’s and 50’s, yet be provocative and seductive like a modern woman”.  Wow, what a tall order.  I knew I could pull off the photos, but it takes a great model to pull something like that off in front of a camera. 

I suggested that we get started, and that she take a position across the room where the lighting was already set up.  Without a word, the belt of the robe was untied, and it slid easily to the floor.  I instantly knew why she was called the Queen of Stockings.  WOW!  Her legs were long, slender, shapely, and as close to perfect as I had ever seen.  I could just see the tops of her stockings.  They were nothing overly fancy, but classy.  Not a flesh tone, but similar, with a gold tone to them.  I watched as she walked over to the marks I’d placed on the floor, and was mesmerized how the light sparkled off her long legs.  This was going to be tougher on me, as a man, than I had anticipated.  Not that I was complaining, but trying to be professional while being aroused isn’t easy.

Mercedes was wearing white, somewhat ironic I thought, but it really was working on her.  I looked into the camera, instructed her to move slightly, then asked her to tell me when she was ready.  What a professional !   She began immediately playing to the camera, looking into the lenses as if it were into her lover’s eyes.  I began shooting, and realized I had better slow down some, or I’d run out of film.  Mercedes and the camera were a team, and I was beginning to have a great time shooting.  She carefully posed her long legs, clad in the tight stockings, teasing the camera with them.  She would slide her shinny white slip up her leg, revealing a little more stocking each time.  I began to notice the sound of the slip as it played with the stockings on her leg, I could hear her fingernail as her hand slowly would slide from her ankle to her thigh as she changed poses.  With each sound, I felt a jolt of energy surge between my own legs.  Every shot I took, her wonderful eyes were focused on the camera, inviting it to her seduction.  Her long fingers slid over her body, moving her slip, touching her silky stockings, caressing her large, round breasts.  She would lick her lips, wetting them, making them shine for her lover, the camera.  Before I knew it, I needed to reload… the camera that is.

As we continued, the shoot got even more erotic.  I was doing my best to keep up with her.  I had to really concentrate on my work, as the seduction of the camera soon began to work it’s magic on me also.  As her hands slid along the top of her matching white panties, I began to breath a little heavier.  She was skilled at the seduction, as her hand slid down the outside of the panties, between her legs, caressing herself as she played to the camera.  I swear I could hear her breathing begin to quicken a little as she touched herself.  As she moved her hand, she also began moving her hips.  There was a jukebox behind her, and Mercedes had to lean back against it to keep her balance as she continued.  Soon, she slid her long, slender fingers inside her shinny white panties, and continued the caressing.  I was on fire!  How can I keep this up (no pun intended) without loosing all resemblance of professionalism.  I then heard a slight moan come from across the room.  It didn’t take long for me to realize that Mercedes too was getting into this shoot as much as I was.  I focused in for the next shot, watching her hand move even further between her legs, her other hand sliding up her long leg, touching that tender flesh just above her stocking.  Her fingernails were painted red, and I could see that she was lightly moving them up her thigh, toward the panties.  What a shot, the silk of the stockings, the warmth of her inner thigh, the red fingernails, the shinny white panties.  I know I took the picture, but I also let out a moan.  As I tried to frame the next shot, I saw Mercedes smiling at me with a different look.  This wasn’t her seduction of the camera any longer, she had turned her attention to me.  I saw her look into my eyes, then watched as her big, beautiful eyes moved down my body, to what was now a large lump in my pants.  With another smile, I was able to get another shot or two off before Mercedes spoke. 

“You know, this shoot is titled Hot, Wet, and Wild” she said coyly.  “I think we’ve got the Hot part and the Wild part… we need to go for WET now”, and she winked at me.  I looked over the top of the camera at my vixen model with a puzzled look.  She motioned at me with her long finger to come closer.  I saw the finger, but it was the smile on her lips, and the fire in her eyes that let me know what was coming next.  I moved in closer as she continued the caressing and posing.  Her long leg moved slowly up onto a chair, her hand moved from her panties.  My eyes began at her foot, and I was taken by the shapeliness of her leg.  Again, light sparkling from the stocking, it was perfect.  My eyes continued up her leg, and I could almost feel my hand touching that soft flesh pressing itself out of the top of the stocking.  I could smell her musk over her perfume.  I could hear her heavy breathing, I could see her hands caressing her breast.  I had the shot, I had to muster up the ability to take it.  In all this seduction and sexuality, you could see her wetness through the white shinny panties.  The light was perfect, the frame was perfect, and I shot.  I took a deep breath, as if that were a chore for me to get the shot.  I looked at Mercedes and smiled.

“I need a break” she said softly, smiling at me as she spoke.  I admitted I also needed a break as this was going far better than I had anticipated.  Mercedes took a step toward me, getting almost uncomfortably close to me.  Her eyes were locked with mine, her smile was melting me.  I felt her hand take mine, and I heard her seductive voice break the awkward silence that filled the room.  “We’ll never get through this dear, not without taking care of this awful aching we are feeling” she whispered.  I could smell her perfume again as her face moved closer to mine.  I moved to kiss her.  I anticipated what those soft, warm lips would feel like on mine.  I remember thinking I was entering heaven.  I felt her arms wrap around me as we kissed, our bodies pressing together, and the feel of her stocking as her leg slid up my leg.

  In a long career of taking pictures of beautiful women, I have to admit, that is one photo shoot that I will never forget.  Mercedes and I did “take a break” that morning, and we finished our session that afternoon.  I never had the opportunity to shoot Mercedes again, but I did keep in touch with her over the years.  Sometimes I think that one shoot was my best work ever, maybe because of my memories of the day, or maybe because of the raw passion we both put into making those photos, or maybe, just maybe, because she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the good fortune to photograph.

BUBBLES by City Boy

It was a very hard week at work, being year end and all.  I was exhausted, cranky, and ready for an evening of doing absolutely nothing.  The drive home was filled with the normal traffic irritations compounded with some snow and wind.  I thought I’d never get home.  I pulled in the driveway and opened the garage door.  I noticed that my husband’s car was already there, which was odd since he normally doesn’t get home until later in the evening.  I pulled in the garage, turned off the engine, and hit the button to close the garage door.  As I walked toward the door, my husband came out with a big smile on his face, and something hidden behind his back.  He stopped me before I could get to the door, and gave me a hug, moving his hands quickly so I couldn’t see exactly what he was hiding.  Not that he had done anything wrong, or that I wasn’t head over heels in love with him, but I was just not in the mood for any hugging and kissing right now.  I forced myself to hug him back, but it was less than an enthusiastic effort.  He reached for my briefcase, and took it from me, then asked me to close my eyes.  Reluctantly I did as he asked, giving a sigh of annoyance as I did as he asked.  “I’m really not in the mood for any of this right now” I complained to him.  I felt his arms over my shoulders, then felt what he had hidden in his hands go over my eyes.  It felt like a silk scarf, or something like that.  He was blindfolding me! 

“Please” I objected and reached for the blindfold, but his hands stopped me.  “I’m really not in the mood for this..” I began, but he placed his finger to my lips and stopped me from finishing my complaint.

“Trust me sweetheart” he said, “I know you’ve been stressed at work, and I’ve decided to help you relieve your tensions”.  All I could think was “great, he’s horny as hell and wants me to perform”.  And, like other nights when I’m not in the mood and he is like this, it will end in a fight, which I really wasn’t in the mood for either.  This really wasn’t going to be a good night, I could already tell.  Then, all I could think of was how silly I must look standing there in the garage with my heels, stockings, skirt and blouse on with some blindfold over my eyes.  I was sure glad the garage door was down.  I’ve got a job where I am with the public all day, so the dress code requires that I dress professionally.  And as for my undergarments, I always wear something nice.  I find that it helps keep me feeling feminine when I’m at work and that keeps life a little more interesting.  My bra, garter and panties usually all match, and I invest the extra money to get the nicer stockings, the ones that feel really soft, and fit really well.  I’ve been told I’ve got great legs, and I get complements on them quite often.  And, most evenings, I do enjoy coming home and keeping them on so that when my husband comes home he too can enjoy them.  I really do love pleasing him, and looking sexy for him, but tonight I was just not ready for any of that… or so I thought.

I felt his hand touch my lower back, and one hand take my arm as he led me to the door of the house.  He carefully escorted me up the step to the door, and then into the house.  I was immediately taken with the aroma of fresh baked bread.  I hadn’t smelled that wonderful smell in years, since before my grandmother passed away and she baked it for Sunday dinners.  I reached for the blindfold to take it off, but was soon stopped.  “No, not yet dear” my husband cautioned, “I’ll tell you later when you can take it off”.  I was instantly irritated again, but for a brief moment, I felt like a kid at grandma’s house, smelling her bread baking on Sunday.  He then explained to me that this evening was to be all about me, and all about relaxing and enjoying what my senses had to offer.  Of course my mind went back to he just wanted sex.  He then led me onward, but the smell of the bread still filled my head.  He walked me to the kitchen table and asked me what I smelled now.  I knew I still smelled the bread, but after thinking about it, I could make out other wonderful smells.  First, I could smell flowers, “Roses?” I asked.  “Very good” he replied.  But I could now make out other smells. Something was cooking, but I couldn’t tell what.  I could smell the smoky burning of the fireplace, then I heard the crackling of the fire in it.  Without being aware of it, I was becoming more intrigued by this little game, and also my tensions were slipping away.  I felt him taking my coat off, then he led me to the family room.  Now I picked up a different aroma… candles I think.  I could almost feel the glow in the room from the fireplace and the candles.  I could definitely feel the heat produced by the burning logs, which I imagined burning brightly in my head.  I was then led to the big, cushy recliner that was close to the fire.  It was warm as he sat me down there.  For a moment, there was silence, no hands on me, only the warmth of the fire against my face and legs, and the wonderful smells that were filling the house.  I felt myself let out a small sigh, and felt a little more tension fall from my body. 

Then I heard a loud pop.  Not a pop from the fireplace, where a log would crack or pop when it is burning, this was a deeper sound.  Before I spoke, I then heard the soft “cling” of crystal.  My mind raced as I tried to figure out what was going on.  I felt his warm hand touch mine, then I felt the cool stem of the glass as he placed my hand on it.  “What is this” I questioned.  He only spoke lightly and said I’d have to use my senses to figure it out.  I rose the glass to my nose, and felt something on my face, something like little tingles.  It was champagne, and I was feeling the carbonation bubbles exploding out of the glass as I raised it closer to smell.  I tasted it, and it was wonderful.  I was so lost in the moment that I almost didn’t realize that my husband was now taking off my shoes.  I have to admit, I was not feeling as bad as when I had first gotten home.

Carefully, I could feel his fingers moving the straps through the buckles on the shoes, then I felt my left shoe slowly slide off of my foot.  Then the right foot.  His hands were strong, large, and very warm.  I felt him lift my foot and rest it on his thigh.  Then, he began massaging my tired, aching foot.  His fingers slid easily over the silk stockings.  While he didn’t give me a foot massage often, when he did they were heavenly.  And this time I think he was doing his best work.  I don’t know if it was because of the blindfold and his sensory stimulation plan, or just because I was so tired, but I felt myself relaxing even more.  The tough week at work was slipping from my memory, and I was being consumed in all the sensory attentions of the moment.  I sipped some more champagne as he continued the massage of my feet.

As I melted away, I became aware that he had turned on the stereo, and some soft, smoky jazz was playing softly in the background.  I don’t know if it was there all the time, or he just started it.  Again, another wave of tension slipped from my body.  My husband’s strong, warm hands were now massaging not only my feet, but my lower legs.  I loved the feel of his hands sliding softly along my black stockings.  Even though the evening started with me thinking all he was doing was trying to get some tonight, I now found my thoughts turning to making love.  As his hands caressed my silky stockings, I began to imagine that same feeling, but instead of his hands, it would be my legs wrapping around my lover as we made love.  I began to imagine the feel of the silky stockings sliding over his legs, pulling him close to me.  I must have moaned or sighed or something, because I heard my husband ask if everything was alright.  I smiled, and he knew he was doing everything just right. 

As his hands moved up my legs, massaging them deeply as he went, I realized that I felt something else.  I felt his warm, soft lips gently kissing the top of my foot.  His lips were so smooth, so warm, so soft as they slid along my stocking clad feet.  His hands continued to massage my legs, and I felt my temperature rising even higher than before.  He continued this wonderful attention to my legs for what seemed like hours, but I’m sure it wasn’t.  I was getting so lost in this stimulation that when the oven timer went off signaling that the bread was done, I almost jumped out of the chair.  I felt my husband’s body slide between my legs, I felt him moving up my body, my stockings sliding along him, I smelled his cologne as his face got close to mine, I felt his lips touch mine.  He kissed me softly, and whispered that he would be right back, and for me not to touch my blindfold, then I felt him leave.  My mind was filled with thoughts of how my attitude had changed so quickly, how wonderful I was feeling, and how much I wanted my husband.  I sipped my champagne, and put up the footrest on the recliner, and settled relaxing even more.  The blindfold was causing all of my remaining senses to be heightened, and I heard his footsteps coming closer to me.  He must not be wearing any shoes, because the sound was soft and light.  I felt him sit on the arm of the chair, and heard what was the plate he brought in as he sat it on the table near the chair.  “Open wide” he said.  I opened my mouth, and then the smell of the warm bread filled my head as he moved the slice toward my mouth.  It was still very warm, not hot, but warm, and I could smell the butter on it.  I took a bite, and was transported to heaven immediately.  The melted butter and the warm bread filled my mouth, my mind raced to my childhood and back again, my other senses all seemed to focus on this wonderful taste.  He placed the bread in my hand, and moved to continue his massage of my legs. 

As I enjoyed this homemade bread my lover made for me, his caresses and massaging were again filling my senses.  He put the footrest back down on the chair, and was kissing my knees, and his hands were caressing my upper legs.  I could feel the warm flesh of his fingers as it moved from the tops of my stockings to the tender flesh of my inner thigh.  I felt a surge of electricity race through my body as his hands touched me.  I took another sip of champagne and moved forward in the chair, as if to get up.  My husband moved back and took my hand as I stood.  We embraced and kissed.  The memories and tension of the rough week at work were gone, and were replaced now with a burning desire to make love to my husband.  I wanted him right now, but that was not in his plan, not yet anyway.  I felt his hands on my chest, and realized he was unbuttoning my blouse.  It fell away from my shoulders and arms and onto the floor.  I felt the warm air on my breasts as he took my bra off.  Next he unzipped my skirt, and it slid down my long legs easily.  I was standing there dressed only in my stockings, garter, and blindfold.  I reached down to help my husband finish undressing me, but my hands were stopped.  “No” he whispered, “not just yet”.  He took me by the hand and began to lead me out of the family room.  I could tell we were on our way to the bedroom, and my anticipation began to grow stronger.  I could again smell candles as we entered the bedroom.  Instead of going to the bed as I had expected, he led me to the bathroom.  I could hear some soft sound in the silence of the room…. Very faintly, a soft, crackle sound, like someone crinkling tissue paper.  He let me toward the large soaking tub in the corner, and I realized it was bubbles popping.  I tried to stop, but he led me to get into the tub.  I tried to speak, to tell him I needed to take off my stockings and garter before I got in, but before I could get a word out, I felt the warm water on my foot.  My logical thinking was telling me I should not be in the tub with my expensive stockings on, but my fantasies were taking over.  It was like I was looking at myself from outside my body now as I imagined myself stepping into the bubble bath with my stockings on.  I imagined what my husband must be seeing as I slowly sat, sinking into the bubbles, candles filling the room with a golden glow.  As I sat, he again handed me my champagne.  I sipped it again, and put the glass down next to the tub.  The warm soapy water on my stockings was a feeling I had never experienced before.  Somehow it was sexy, erotic, pleasing.  I don’t know if it was just the feeling of the water on the silky stockings, or the entire evening, but I was feeling very amorous and erotic, and most of all, special.  I moaned lightly as I settled into the bath.  I raised one leg, for my husband’s benefit mostly, and slid my hands down the length of it, feeling the bubbles slide along as I slowly slid my hands toward my thigh.  I then thought I heard my husbands breathing get just a bit deeper and faster… just the effect I was hoping for.

As I was waiting for him to join me, and make love to me in the tub, I was again wrong.  Instead, I was treated to having my hair washed as I relaxed in the tub.  As he took his time, using his strong, large hands to gently massage my scalp, wash my hair, and then rinse it with the warm water, I totally lost myself in his attentions.  My body was completely relaxed, my tensions were long gone, and the only pain I had was the aching growing between my legs for my husband.  While we had special evenings before, this one was ranking right up there near the top of all time special events… and I was going to make sure my husband knew just how much I loved him, if he ever gave me the chance.  As he washed my hair, I continued moving my legs out of the bubbles, one at a time, trying to be as sexy for him as I possibly could.  The water on my stockings was making them feel tighter on my legs.  I could only imagine what they looked like, and this even served to turn me on more.

As he finished with my hair, I felt him untying the scarf that covered my eyes.  At the same time, I felt his lips kissing my shoulder, then my neck.  I felt the scarf fall away, and I slowly opened my eyes.  I could now see just how my stockings looked on me, covered with soft, white bubbles against the black silky covering of my legs.  The glow of the candles sparkled on the bubbles, and on the wet silk.  The kisses on my neck were sending chills down my body, and causing me to become more aroused than I knew possible.  I turned to kiss my husband on the lips.  He met my lips with his, and we kissed passionately, deeply.  I had not realized that he was already naked, that is until he climbed into the tub with me.  I was finally able to feel his body against mine, my stocking clad legs wrapped tightly around him.  This was the most incredible feeling in the world, and I was oh so ready.  We kissed for some time longer, our bodies pressed together in the soapy water, and our motion causing the water to splash out of the tub.  Soon the water splashed onto the candles and the light was extinguished, leaving the room almost completely dark.  I could hear the water hitting the floor, but I didn’t care.  We made love there in the tub, making a mess of the room, but neither of us caring at all.  As we finished, we laid there embraced, cuddled together, my husband’s strong hand caressing my stocking.  We looked into each other’s eyes deeply, not a word said for the longest time, and we kissed softly.

AT LAST by City Boy

It was a cold and rainy day, but Michele was still very cheerful and upbeat.  After all, her lover was coming to town, and tonight was going to be a very special night.  She had not seen Craig for two months, and Michele was more than ready to spend the long weekend with the man she would soon be spending the rest of her life with.  As the morning turned to afternoon, the rain outside slowly began to turn to snow, and the temperature began to drop even further.

Michele had the entire weekend planned in her head, from how she would meet him at her door when the taxi dropped him off from the airport, to how they would go to dinner, dancing, then back to her apartment for the night.  She wanted this to be one of those weekends they would both look back on as being so incredibly romantic and erotic that all future weekends would be measured against this time.  Michele had spent the afternoon the day before carefully shopping for not only that special dress to wear for Craig, but also for new stockings, garter belt, slip and bra.  She took her time as she shopped, looking for just the right colors, just the right feel, and just the right look.  Michele's mind wandered as she remembered looking at herself in the mirrors in the many dressing rooms.  She remembered how she would see herself and wonder what Craig's reactions would be to everything she tried on.  Just the thoughts of Craig's looks as he would see her in the dress she selected, then later as he would notice the stockings, and NOT pantyhose, she was wearing, and even later, as the dress would slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor as they kissed in her apartment were making Michele hot.  It had been too long since Michele had been with Craig, and almost any thought of him was turning her on.

Craig's flight was due in at 4:00, and it was now 2:00.  Michele decided it was time to begin getting ready, and took a hot, steamy shower.  As the warm water caressed her soft skin, all Michele could think about was feeling Craig's strong arms around her, and his soft lips on hers.  Michele was keenly aware of the feeling of the water running over her flesh.  She closed her eyes and imaged being in the shower with Craig.  As the water rolled off the tips of her erect nipples on her plump, round breasts, she began to daydream of Craig's hands on her.  She knew that she had to finish this shower now, before she got too hot and couldn't wait for her lover.  Michele tried hard to put the erotic thoughts of Craig from her mind, and turned the water toward cold to help keep her mind on getting ready for his visit.

The sound of the hair dryer stopped, and the apartment was silent.  Michele's hair was just how she wanted it as she admired it in the mirror.  She stood, and the cream colored silky slip easily slid down over Michele's legs.  The soft, silky material felt good against her flesh.  Michele had not put on her bra yet, and was only wearing the slip at this point.  Every movement of her body seemed to cause the slip to slide across her flesh somewhere on her body.  It was soft and erotic feeling.  As Michele turned to walk toward her closet, she felt the slip's silky pull as it slid across her breasts.  God, she needed Craig, and needed him now. 

With her makeup in place, Michele now started to complete getting dressed.  She let the slip fall from her body, much like she imagined the black dress she would be wearing later would fall to the floor when Craig unzipped it and moved it off of her shoulders.  Michele closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the silky slip falling from her flesh and the cool air of the bedroom on her body.  She sat at the end of the bed, and took the silk stockings from the box.  She was taken by the smell of the new stockings.  She loved the way they smelled, fresh from the box.  Something about that smell just made her feel even more sexy.  She took her time as she slowly adjusted the stockings as she pulled them up her long, slender legs.  She remembered last summer at the beach, when Craig was watching her put on stockings before they went out one evening.  She was amazed then at how turned on he was just watching her pull them on and secure them in place with the garters.  She remembered the intense love making that followed when Craig couldn't control his urges at the little show and tease that Michele did dressing for him.  As Michele finished securing the second stocking to the garter belt, she stood and pulled the new lace bra from the box.  It matched the stockings and garter, all black.  To call this a bra was a stretch of the imagination.  Yes, it covered her breasts, yes, it hooked behind her back, but that was about it.  The fabric was sheer, lacy, and it was obvious is was not made to support her breasts.  It was, though, made to look incredibly sexy, and to turn on her lover... and when Michele looked in the mirror, she knew the bra would do just that.  Michele pulled the slip back up her body.  The feel of the slip sliding slowly up her stocking clad legs was very erotic.  As she pulled it up further, over her breasts, she felt them swell, and her nipples grew more erect.  Michele was not sure how she was going to be able to wait for Craig, she was feeling a very strong urge lay down on the bed and take care of the aching she had been feeling for hours. "NO", she told  herself..... she knew it would be that much better when Craig got there. 

It was now 4:30, and Craig would be there any time now.  Michele pulled on the black dress she bought for Craig, put on a simple string of pearls, and put on the new black strap heels she just got.  She checked her look in the mirror, touched up her lipstick, and lit some candles.  Being winter, the gray light of the snowy day was coming to an end, and the room was lit perfectly for a romantic, erotic encounter.  Michele sat on the sofa, eagerly awaiting her lover.  The candle light reflected in the crystal of the wine glasses on the coffee table, and on the sequins of her black dress.  Michele knew there would be a knock at the door any time now... and she was ready.  Instead, she was startled when the phone rang.  She almost jumped from the sofa at the sound of the phone. 

Michele's heart sank in her chest, breathing was difficult, and she felt a tear run down her face.  "I'll be there as soon as I possibly can sweetheart" Craig's voice said over the phone.  His flight had been delayed and it would be several hours before he arrived.  Michele was devastated.  She knew it wasn't Craig's fault, but she was so ready for him that it almost hurt.  Dinner would be out of the question now, and given the weather, it probably meant that the whole evenings plans were off.  "I'll put the key in mailbox" Michele told Craig, "in case I'm asleep when you get in".  Michele hung up the phone, and wiped her eyes as she returned to the sofa. 

There was an old movie on, but Michele didn't know the title.  The glow of the TV lit the room.  Michele took off her shoes ,and curled up on the sofa, dressed to go out, but now alone at home.  She wasn't sure what time she went to sleep, but the evening news was on when she woke up.  Her dream was wonderful.  Her and Craig, on a beach, embracing, kissing, dropping in the sand and making love as the waves crashed over their bodies.  Just like in the movies.  Michele wasn't aware of it at first, but soon felt the touch of her hand as it slid up her silky stockings.  She was not wearing any panties, and her desires and aching was now too much for her to bear.  Michele turned off the TV, and only the candles lit the room.  She closed her eyes and imagined Craig there with her, making love to her.  She felt the softness of the stockings on her legs, the slippery slip on her body under the dress.  She felt her body beginning to respond to her own touch.  Almost in a dream state, Michele began to satisfy all the urges she was trying so hard to hold back for Craig.  She wasn't aware of time, or her surroundings as her bodies desires began to take control of her.  Michele was so into what was happening to her body that she didn't hear the key enter the door, or the door open.  Craig had arrived, and from the street could see no lights on, so was entering the apartment very quietly so as not to wake Michele.  Craig stepped into the room, closed the door and was not yet aware of Michele on the sofa.  "Mmmmmmm" Craig heard as he hung his coat on the coat tree next to the door.  He turned to see the candle light reflecting off of Michele's black dress.  His eyes focused as they became accustomed to the light in the room.  Michele's dress was pulled up over her slender hips.  Her fabulous legs were stretched out, one foot on the floor, one on the back of the sofa.  Her stockings were still on, and the candle light made them shine.  Michele's eyes were closed, one hand caressing her breast, the other between her leg.  Craig was instantly aroused, and knew that Michele was also.  Quietly, Craig moved toward Michele.  He knelt on the floor beside his beautiful lover.  Craig's hand softly, gently joined Michele's hand.  Michele jumped, let out a slight scream as she was not aware of Craig's presence in the room.  Craig quieted Michele with a kiss.  They embraced, kissed, and held each other tightly.

"God, you're beautiful" Craig whispered to Michele.  Michele was still a little embarrassed by being caught by Craig and said nothing.  As they kissed again, she felt Craig unzip the dress, and it fell to the floor.  She felt Craig's body against the silky slip slide against her body.  She felt Craig's hand caressing her hips and thighs on her stockings.  After all the waiting, disappointment, aching, this was turning out to be the perfect evening after all.  Craig stepped back just a bit and looked into Michele's eyes.  Then she saw his eyes move down her body, then back up.  She could feel his stare almost caress her skin as he looked at her.  Then he pulled her into his arms, picked her up and took her to the bedroom where they made passionate love all night.   When daylight finally filled the room, Michele felt Craig's strong arms around her, and his hand caressing her stockings, still on her legs.....

THE CHRISTMAS TRIP by City Boy  December's Winner

It was Christmas break, several years ago.  I was on my way home from college, back to the farm from the east coast.  It had been a great first semester at college, everything that I had imagined, and more.  My grades were good, probably could have been better, but the parties, the girls, the fun was everything and more than I had been told.  I wasn’t sure just how I would face my family and keep a straight face when telling them about my experiences.  While I was no virgin when I went away to school, I learned more than I dreamed while I was there. 

Of course, being a college student on a strict budget, I was on a bus coming home.  It was a long trip, taking a almost two days.  I wasn’t looking forward to the trip, but it was my only option if I wanted to get home by Christmas.  When the trip began, there were only a few people on the bus.  I sat in the back where it was quiet and empty, figuring I’d catch up on my sleep.  After a few hours, the bus stopped with a little jerk, waking me from my sleep.  We were at another bus terminal, picking up more passengers, and giving us a break if we needed one.  One of the passengers got up and exited the bus, the other two or three slept, and I just sat there wishing we would get moving again.  As I waited, the passenger that left the bus returned, and following him was someone else.  She was dressed in a long coat, hat, scarf and sun glasses.  It was hard to tell much about her as she got on the bus because of how she was dressed.  She paused, and looked around.  To my surprise, she continued to walk back until she got in the seat across the isle from me, one seat forward of where I was sitting.  I didn’t think much of it at first.  I wondered a little why she would come all the way back when there were many other empty seats that would provide her more privacy. 

Before this new passenger sat down, she took off her glasses and hat.  She had long dark hair, that shined in the golden light of the setting sun.  Her hair must have come half way down her back, and looked soft as silk.  I could not see her face as she was facing forward.  Now that she was back close to me, I could see that she was wearing high heel shoes, and I could see nylons, but just up past her ankles, as her coat hung very long.  I could see that she was unbuttoning her coat, and my imagination began to run wild with ideas of what this mystery woman looked like.  She sat, coat still on, but unbuttoned.  We all settled in as the bus began to move.  The motion of the bus and the fading sunset began to put me to sleep again.  The last memories I have before falling off to sleep were of the mystery woman’s hair shining as the last rays of sunlight ended the day.

It must have been 8:00 or 9:00 in the evening when I woke again.  As my eyes became accustom to the surroundings of the bus, I noticed that the mystery woman had the reading light on, and seemed to be reading a novel or some large book.  My eyes soon left the light, and her long glistening hair.  She had taken the long coat off, laying it open under her.  Her leg was crossed over the other, exposing it to my sight.  The dress she was wearing had slid up her leg somewhat, and I could see the top of her stocking, and one of the straps of the black garter holding it in place.  I was captivated.  While I had been with many girls at school, non had worn stockings.  This was sophisticated, classy, sexy.  The motion of the large bus, swaying back and forth as it lumbered down the highway only added to my fascination with this mystery woman.  Her leg moved slightly with the motion of the bus, and all I could think of was touching this leg, having this leg around me.  Heck, I was a horny college student, and this exhibition of classic eroticism was starting to drive me wild. 

What I had not noticed, was that I was being checked out by the mystery woman.  In my fascination with this woman’s long, sexy leg and her stocking was that she had taken out her compact from her purse to check her makeup.  With the mirror, she was now watching me as I gawked at her stocking.  I must have turned 10 shades of red when she turned and asked, “do you like it?”.  My eyes jumped and widened.  I felt my face start to burn with embarrassment.  I heard myself start to speak, but it was garbled.  I looked at the mystery woman in the face for the first time.  Her eyes were large, deep, dark.  She had a beautiful smile also.  I finally managed to get out an “I’m sorry” as I was entranced with her power over me.

“Please, don’t apologize” she spoke.  It sounded like an angel speaking.  Her voice was soft, seductive, comforting.  “Would you like to join me?” she continued.  At first, I was stunned at her offer.  My mind raced with fantasies.  Then she lifted a cup and showed me a flask.  I must have turned red again as I realized what she was offering, and what I was hoping I was being offered.  “Sure” I replied, “I’d be glad to”.  I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to move up to sit next to her, or just wait and accept a cup when she offered it to me.  My confusion was soon set to rest when she stood up and moved back to stand next to me.

I know it only lasted a second or two, but when she walked back to my seat, I was aware that I was now staring again at this mystery woman’s long, seductive, shapely legs.  I had never seen such perfect legs in my life.  Her heels enhanced their shape, the dark stockings seemed stretched perfectly over them.  I wanted to reach out and touch them, feel the soft nylon, or silk that was covering them.  I made myself look up into those wonderful brown eyes.  “Well” she said, “can I sit here or do you want me to move back?”

God, I must have seemed like such a kid to her.  I scampered to my feet to let her in the seat next to me.  As she moved into the window seat, she handed me the cup.  “So, what’s your name?” the mystery woman asked.  I know I answered her, and that I asked her name.  We made small talk for a while.  I know her name was Kimberly, but I don’t remember asking it.  I was in a dream state talking to her.  Kimberly was somewhat older than I was, probably late 20’s to mid 30’s.  She was beautiful.  She was recently divorced and was moving back to her hometown to be close to family.  She told me what she did for a living, although I don’t remember now what it was.  All I remember now is that we talked for hours, and I was captivated by her eyes as she talked.  I do remember that she was petite, had a great body, and her legs were the most beautiful that I had ever seen, even to this day. 

After finishing off the flask of bourbon, and after all the small talk was over, Kimberly was beginning to loosen up a little.  Her hand would caress my face, fall to my leg, her hand would hold mine.  I too was getting a little more comfortable with her, and a little more adventurous.  It must have been around midnight, the bus was completely dark, except for the light on over the two of us, everyone else was asleep, and we were in the middle of nowhere, when it happened.  The conversation between us stopped, and we just looked into each other’s eyes for the longest time.  I felt Kimberly’s hand touch mine, and then move it to her leg.  I felt an instant surge between my legs as my hand touched her silky stocking.  Her hand stayed with mine, but from there I took the lead.  I began to caress her leg, just above the knee.  As I looked into her eyes, still no words spoken, I could see the fire of desire building inside her.  My hand slowly caressed higher on her leg, finally reaching the top of her stocking.  As my fingers lightly reached the tender flesh of her inner thigh, I heard Kimberly gasp a little.  Her eyes were on fire.  Her hand was still on mine as I continued slowly working my way under her dress.  Without a work, her lips moved close to mine.  Eyes still locked tightly on mine, we kissed.  Her lips were as soft as the silk stocking on her wonderful legs.  I too was on fire.  We kissed for a long time.  First, short, soft kisses, longing glances into each other’s eye telling each other what the other really wanted.  Kimberly’s free hand moved over her head, and the light suddenly went dark.   As it came down, it caressed my hair, my neck, my shoulder.  We moved closer, kissing harder, deeper, more passionate.  I felt her stockings sliding along my leg.  I remember them as being dark, maybe black, maybe dark gray or blue, but dark.  They had a seam running up the back of them, and they were the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. 

I felt Kimberly’s lips kissing my ear, my neck, my lips as she moved over me.  The seat was reclined as much as possible, and it was dark.  As the bus swayed slowly back and forth down that long, dark highway, Kimberly and I made passionate love for hours.  It was the most incredible experience of my life, and still lives in my memories, especially at this time of year.  We woke to the sun rising the next morning.  Kimberly’s head was on my shoulder when I woke.  Her hair smelled like honey.  Her arm was over my chest, and I could feel her heart beating against me when I woke.  Her dress had ridden up her long legs again, even though she had “fixed herself” after our love making earlier.  The morning sun made the dark stockings shine and sparkle.  I let my hand caress those long silky stockings as I kissed Kimberly’s head, waking her from her sleep.  “Kim” I whispered, “we’re getting ready to stop”.

Kimberly woke up, and smiled at me.  I’ll never forget that smile, or how she looked at me that morning.  I never wanted that moment to end.  She kissed me and sat up.  “This is my stop lover” she whispered.  I felt my heard drop.  I still had almost an entire day’s trip ahead of me, and this goddess was getting ready to leave.

We talked a bit more, almost awkwardly as the bus pulled into the terminal.  Kimberly kissed me, long, deep, passionately.  I could tell from the kiss that I would never see Kimberly again.  It was a good bye kiss, even though neither of us admitted it.  My last vision of Kimberly was as she walked up the isle of the bus, holding her coat in her arms, those wonderful legs  walking away from me.  Kimberly turned and looked at me over her shoulder, blew me a kiss, put on her coat and walked off the bus, and out of my life.  Now all I have is that vision of her lovely legs, those dark brown eyes, and that last kiss she blew to me… and the memory of that passionate night of love making on the bus coming home for Christmas my freshman year of college.  I think of Kimberly every Christmas, and smile.

SUMMER by Dave   NOVEMBER'S WINNER

It was a summer I would never forget.  I was 17, and needed money, so I went down the road to the farm where I would meet the woman that I would loose my virginity to.  I was an average kid, a little on the tall side, lanky looking, and horny as hell most of the time.  Most of my friends had lost their virginity by now, but I had not been lucky enough to join that elite group just yet.

I knew that every summer the farmer down the road would hire kids to work on the farm, but since he had recently died, I was not sure what to expect.  I walked up to the door and knocked.  What I encountered next was beyond my wildest dreams.  The door opened and I was face to face with Mercedes.  Now a 17 year old boy seeing a tall blonde with big blue eyes, in tight jeans, cowboy boots and a form fitting blouse that showcases a pair of large, firm breasts can’t be expected to have much to say.  I just stood there, speechless, helpless in her gaze.  It seemed like an eternity before Mercedes finally broke the silence and said “Hello, can I help you?”  I stuttered and stammered and finally got out that I was looking for summer work, and was wondering if she needed someone to work the farm. 

Mercedes began to explain to me that things were tough on the farm right now since her husband had died, and that she already had hired two men to work the farm for her.  I don’t know if she was messing with me, or if the disappointed look on my face changed her mind, but she finally said that while she didn’t need a “farm hand”, she could use someone to work around the house and barns.  She explained that her plan was to keep the farm going, but only until she could sell it and move away.   Excited about getting a job, and more excited about being able to work for such a beautiful woman I accepted and started for the door before she even told me what the job paid.

The work was tough.  I mostly had to repair barns that were needing attention, paint, cut down trees, and general maintenance around the place, to make it presentable to potential buyers.  All this hard work did have it’s rewards, and I’m not talking about money.  Mercedes also worked around the place, and being able to see her every day was a huge lift to my spirits.  And, being a 17 year old horny virgin, I found myself in an almost constant state of arousal when Mercedes was around.  At first, I didn’t talk much to her, as I was busy trying to impress her with my work.  I knew that she often caught me watching her.  Every time I was caught checking her out, she would smile at me, and I’d turn dark red with embarrassment, and go back to my tasks.  As the days got longer and warmer, my jobs became harder because I was finding it even harder to concentrate.  Instead of the normal jeans, boots and blouse she would normally work in, she began wearing shorts, tying the bottom of her blouse around her mid section, exposing her wonderful cleavage, and going bare foot around the yard.  I think she was also aware of what this was doing to me, and she began to enjoy it.  I noticed that she was coming over to talk to me more, becoming more friendly with me, and even inviting me in for lemonade once in a while. 

In mid July I became a man, in more ways than one.  I turned 18.  I had not thought much about it that day, only that I had big plans for the weekend.  I had never even thought that Mercedes knew my birthday, but I guess when I gave her the information for my pay and taxes, my birthday was on the papers.  Anyway, the day started out as normal, and Mercedes had me taking out an old tree that was close to the house.  I had been working on it for about an hour when Mercedes made her morning appearance, and I got my morning hard-on.  At that point, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, she was dressed in short shorts, blouse tied, cowboy hat and bare foot.  Her long blonde hair shined in the sun, and her smile was wide.  She came over to say good morning, just like she always did.  We made some small talk, then she said that she had some errands to run, and that after lunch she had a different task that she needed me for.  Then she drove off and I got back to work.  As I worked, I kept remembering the wonderful smell of perfume.  Mercedes did not usually wear any, but this morning there was the erotic aroma of some feminine perfume that only added to my normal fantasies about my boss.  I don’t know when she returned, but I soon saw her truck back at the house and knew that she had returned.  Soon it was lunch time, and I heard Mercedes call from the house to please come there when I got a chance.  Well, of course I dropped everything and went to see what my lovely boss wanted.  What happened next is the what a man remembers for the rest of his life.

I knocked on the door as I walked in.  I don’t know why I knocked, probably out of habit.  I stopped dead in my tracks.  Standing there in the kitchen, holding a birthday cake was Mercedes.  But not in what I had seen her in before.  There in front of me was the most beautiful creature on the face of the earth.  Her long blonde hair fell about her shoulders, and her eyes were locked on mine.  She had on ear rings that hung low from her ears on slender chains.  She wore a white peasant blouse with short sleeves that were puffed at the shoulder, and the rest of the blouse stopped right under her large, round, ample breasts.  She wore a blue jumper like skirt, that did not cover her mid section, but had two straps that went over her shoulders, and laid along the outside of her breasts.  The skirt was short, short enough to see that she was wearing dark tan stockings.  I could see the tops and the clasps of the black garter belt holding them in place.  My eyes slowly moved down Mercedes long shapely legs to the bright red heels she was wearing and the gold ankle bracelet on her right ankle.  Now I had been aroused before at the sight of a beautiful woman, but nothing like I was feeling at this moment.  Time seemed to stand still as I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.  Those legs, clad in those snug, tan, silky stockings held my attention for what seemed like hours.  All I could think of was touching them, caressing them, kissing them.  I had known what it was to be horny, to want a woman, but I had never felt it so strong as I did now.  My body was aching to have her, my mind was fixated on her, there was nothing else in this world that mattered at that moment. 

I don’t know how long I stood there before I heard Mercedes say “Happy Birthday”.  It was like I was slapped awake from a dream.  I felt my face turning red again, and I felt a throbbing between my legs like never before.  “Uh.. WOW, I mean Thank you” I stammered.  I looked into Mercedes eyes, and saw a twinkle in them.  She was smiling, a coy, sexy smile as she began to move toward me, reaching her hand out toward mine.  “You didn’t think I’d let your 18^th birthday go by without a little celebration now did you?”  I was frozen, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think.  As Mercedes walked toward me, all I could hear was the sound that her stockings made as her legs brushed together.  I felt her hand on my shoulder, and it sent waves of excitement crashing through my body.  I was standing there in my work shoes, a pair of shorts, and nothing else.  I had taken off my shirt earlier while working.  Mercedes looked into my eyes and I could see a fire in them that I had never seen, or noticed before.  I felt her long finger nails sliding down my arm, causing goose bumps on my arm, and more excitement racing through my body.  She was speaking to me without saying a work.  Her eyes were communicating to me, her touch was communicating to me, but I wasn’t sure just what she was saying.  But I knew what I was praying she was saying to me.  Her hand continued down my arm until it reached my hand.  She took my hand in hers, and moved it to her breast.  I felt my throbbing begin to turn into a pounding between my legs.  I breathed in deeply, and almost felt light headed as my hand slid under her blouse to her bare breast.  I felt something else, I felt her other hand now on my leg, sliding up, under my shorts.  I let out a short gasp as I felt the cool touch of Mercedes finger reach my pounding member.  I remember looking up into her eyes.  It was as if she could see I had never done this before, and her look was that of “don’t worry, I’m going to take care of everything”.  She led me to the kitchen table, where she sat me down in a chair.  Next, Mercedes shapely, long stocking clad leg moved to the table beside me.  I remember smelling her perfume again, then the smell of the stockings.  I can’t explain that smell, but it is very erotic.  I leaned forward, and began to kiss her leg.  I started about the knee, and slowly kissed my way up to the top of the stocking.  It was soft, smooth, seductive.  I heard her moan just slightly as I reached the top.  My hand slid along her other leg, caressing those silky stockings, pulling her closer.  I couldn’t stop.  I had to go further.  Mercedes warm, soft flesh, just at the top of the stockings was heaven.  My lips slowly kissed her inner thigh, my hands caressing her long legs, my body quivering with excitement.  I knew I needed to do more, I knew I needed to feel those legs around me, I needed to kiss Mercedes, I needed to hold those wonderful breasts. 

Yes, that day I became a man, and the rest of that summer I did a lot of “growing up”.  I was never so disappointed for a summer to end in my life.  I never saw Mercedes again after that summer, but the vision of her on my 18^th birthday will forever be burned in my mind, and heart.  I will forever remember those eyes, that smile, that perfume, and most of all, those legs that went on and on and on, covered by those silky stockings.

The Photo Shoot by Dave

As Tom and Mercedes completed the day's work of yet another photo shoot, Mercedes could see that Tom was looking a little tired, and stressed.  While taking photos of the Queen of Stockings is by no means what any man would call a "difficult" task, in actuality it was not as easy and fun as Mercedes fans all imagined.  The lighting, posing, coming up with new ideas, photo processing, all took their toll, and Tom was beginning to feel it.  Mercedes could tell just by looking into Tom's eyes that he needed a special pick-me-up. 

When they arrived back home, Tom immediately went to his studio to take care of the photos just taken.  Mercedes had been thinking all the way home just how she could show Tom how much he meant to her, how she could relieve his tension, and treat him like a king.  Now that Tom was in his studio, Mercedes put her plan in motion.  First, she went to her room, and selected what she knew was Tom's favorite bra, stockings, garter, bra and heels.  After taking much care to make sure the seams up the back of the long, slender, silky stockings were straight, she smoothed the tops of the stockings and gently secured them with the garter's.  Mercedes was careful not to snag the silky stockings with her long painted nails.  Next was the bra, which Mercedes took great care to put on.  It was almost as if she were taking special care getting dressed so that it would be that much more special for Tom.  After all, this wasn't the quick dressing she normally does for a photo shoot, this was for her soul mate Tom, and everything had to be just right, which included Mercedes' own mental attitude.  Next came the skirt and sweater Tom liked so much.  She knew just why Tom adored the sweater as she looked at herself in the mirror.  While it wasn't overly tight, it was a very warm and soft looking sweater, which showcased Mercedes wondrous breasts to their fullest.  The matching skirt wasn't short, but also not long.  It fell just above the knees, just high enough to be very sexy, but yet just a little conservative also.  A quick spritz of Tom's favorite perfume and a quick touch up of the makeup were also in order.  Finally the high heels.  Nothing extreme, no 5-inchers this time.  Heels high enough to give Mercedes long, sexy legs just enough shape to turn Tom on, but to also be functional.  There was more to this plan than just looking good...

Mercedes proceeded to the kitchen.  As she did, she began fantasizing about Tom, and how this evening would turn out, or how she hoped it would.  Mercedes was almost awakened by the sound of her high heels on the kitchen floor.  Heck, even the clopping sound of the heels on the hard floor sounded sexy at this point.  All this care, and fantasizing had already begun to turn Mercedes on.  She could feel her nipples getting hard inside her silky bra.  She could feel her juices begin to flow as she thought about the pending evening events.  Mercedes knew that Tom wouldn't be much longer, and she needed to get to work.  She began to prepare dinner.  Not just any dinner, but Tom's favorite.  As dinner preparation began, Mercedes opened a bottle of fine red wine so that it could breath, and lit candles all around the kitchen and dining room. 

The aroma of Tom's favorite meal soon reached him in his studio, and he too began to daydream about the beautiful woman preparing this meal.  Tom looked down at some of the photo's of his gorgeous wife, and began to see them as more than something to put on the web site.  Tom, being a red-blooded male, began to fantasize about Mercedes, seeing the pictures of his wife in the pure white stockings against her tan flesh, the white straps of the garter, the silky white panties, shining brightly in the sunlight of the photo.  Tom too began to become aroused.  All he could think was how lucky he was.  Not only was Mercedes the most wonderful woman he had ever met, she was also the most incredibly sexy creature he had ever seen.  Tom's mood began to change as he again looked at the picture.  The stockings on Mercedes long legs looked perfect.  The silk was stretched tight, the curves of her legs were that of a goddess, her beautiful eyes and smile complemented the vision of perfection.  Tom decided it was time to go find his wife, and let her know just how he felt.

Tom entered the kitchen to the vision of Mercedes looking back at him over her shoulder from the sink.  The soft glow of the candles only made her look more beautiful as it reflected from her eyes.  Tom stopped in his tracks, and time seemed to stand still.  Mercedes long blonde hair fell to her shoulders in long soft curls, The way she was standing revealed just a slight glance of her magnificent breast.  The way she was leaning forward made her legs look even longer and more shapely than ever.  The glow of the candles showed the sparkles in the material of the stockings, clinging tightly to her legs.  Suddenly Tom thought just how lucky the stockings were, to be so close to those long shapely legs, pressing firmly against that soft, tan flesh. 

"I fixed your favorite meal honey", Mercedes whispered to Tom as he approached her.  Mercedes had a sexy smile on her lips as she whispered.  She could see that her plan was working, she could see it in Tom's eyes.  " I wanted to make your fantasy come true dear" she continued.  " I love you more than you could ever...."  Tom reached Mercedes, and kissed her passionately, cutting off her voice in mid sentence.  Mercedes could feel Tom's excitement as he pulled her close.  From the throbbing from his loins, to the beating of his heart, pressed hard against her chest.  Mercedes slowly slid her leg up along Tom's, eventually wrapping it around him, pulling him tighter against her, exposing her own aching, wanting self to Tom's throbbing.  While dinner continued to cook on the stove, Tom and Mercedes also began to cook.  Turning to hold Mercedes against the wall, Tom felt her other leg lift from the floor as he supported her with his hands, pressing tight against her.  Mercedes arms were around Tom's neck, her long legs with those silky soft stockings were around her man's hips.  The kiss had not let up as the continued.  Mercedes could feel her breasts heaving, her nipples hardening, her aching growing.  She wanted Tom, right now, hard, fast, passionate.  As the kiss started to fade, Tom and Mercedes began so slide down the wall, to continue on the floor. 

When this first round of what would be an evening filled with love making ended, Mercedes got up from the floor to complete the dinner preparation.  "Tom" she jokingly scolded, " you shouldn't have your dessert before dinner... you'll spoil your appetite!"  Then she smiled, winked at him, and said "not to worry though, I've got a wonderful dessert planned for you to be enjoyed by the fireplace".....

A STOCKING STORY by Dave OCTOBER'S WINNER

The company was experiencing some difficult financial times as a result of the economy being slow.  These were the kinds of difficulties that lead to rumors of lay offs and office closings.  Knowing this, I was secretly preparing plans to cut staff when the word came down to cut.  I had to be careful with this project so as not to fuel the rumors further, so I decided it was best to do the work myself, and do it after hours. 

It was the first night of my covert project, and I anticipated everyone would be gone when I came back to the office.  I was surprised to see the lights on, but figured it would just be the cleaning crew.  I was wrong.  I knew my administrative assistant was working on her college degree, but what I didn’t realize was that she was coming back to the office in the evenings to use her computer for homework.  I didn’t mind this, but it did catch me off guard.  I decided that since I was already in the office, I might as well get to the task at hand, so I went ahead and entered the office.

“Jill”, I called out, “what are you doing here?”

Jill jumped and let out a small gasp as I startled he. 

“Oh, Dave, you scared me to death!” she replied once she gained control of herself.  “I hope you don’t mind, I’m doing some homework for my class”

I told her that it was alright, and that I just had not expected to see her there.  Then, to keep from being put on the defensive about being there myself, I explained to her that I had some important work that needed done and decided to come in after dinner and get it done this week so I could devote my normal hours to the running of the department.  This seemed to be enough to keep Jill from asking more questions, and we both went to our own desks to work.

Jill is a stereotyped college aged co-ed.  She is full of energy, eager and willing to do whatever job you give her.  She is also what every man would fantasize about when thinking of a beautiful college co-ed.  Jill has long shinny black hair, a near perfect body, not to girlish, not too womanish, but just right.  Her eyes are dark and deep, and she has a complexion that requires little to no makeup.  You could easily see her as a model, though she is probably a little too short to really make a living at it.  Jill is just a great woman to be around, and always lifts your spirits.

We had been there about an hour when I heard Jill’s voice, a little louder than normal, and it sounded upset.  I tried to ignore it, but before I could put it out of my mind, Jill appeared at my door. 

“Dave, I’m going to leave now” she said. 

I could tell by looking at her she was upset.  “Is there anything wrong?” I inquired. 

Jill proceeded to tell me how she was supposed to meet a guy from school and that he had decided at the last minute to cancel. 

“So that explains the skirt?  I wondered why you would come back to the office to do homework dressed like you were going on a date.”

Jill pulled up a chair and sat in front of my desk.  She began talking about all the stress of school, how good looking this guy that had just stood her up was, and how she really had wanted to go out to relax.  As she sat there, she crossed her legs several times.  I was fighting hard to maintain eye contact with Jill as she talked, moving in her chair.  When she first sat down, I couldn’t help notice the tan stockings she was wearing.  As she sat, the short skirt moved up her slender thigh, exposing the dark top to her stocking, and from that point on, that is all I had on my mind.  She was wearing a tan colored skirt and a white silk blouse.  She was very attractive in this outfit, and her high heels completed this picture of perfection.  I realized as we talked that I had to keep moving my eyes back to Jill’s, which meant that I must be obvious in my glances to her wonderful legs.  I began to feel my face blush a bit after several times of having to consciously refocusing my eyes to Jill’s.

Finally, Jill got up from her seat and started walking toward the door.  I could not tell you anything we talked about, as my mind was on how lovely Jill looked, and those wonderful stockings on her legs.  When she reached the door to my office, Jill turned and asked “Dave, would you like to go for a drink?” then she gave me a wink.

I think I turned 3 shades of red, then asked why she would ask her boss out for a drink.  “Don’t you think that would cause office gossip?” I asked.

“No more than already goes on” Jill replied.  “Half the office already thinks you and I are a topic, and I don’t see any harm in a drink”.  As Jill talked, her hand was sliding along her hip, toward the hem of her short skirt.  Jill’s eyes somehow changed in that moment.  I no longer was seeing Jill the Administrative Assistant & college student.  No, now I was seeing the deepest, darkest most seductive eyes I’ve ever seen in a woman. 

“And besides Dave” she continued, “ I know you like these stockings”

I instinctively looked to Jill’s legs, and saw that she had slid her skirt up her thigh, exposing the tops of her stocking, and just a hint of tender exposed flesh on her thigh.  I was speechless for what seemed an eternity, but was actually only a few seconds.

“I’ve really got work to do Jill” I mumbled, “I really should stay here”

“Fine”, she whispered, “we’ll stay here then”

I looked surprised as Jill’s words reached my ears.  Before I knew what was happening, the lights went dim.  My office was only dimly lit by the lamp on my desk now.  Jill closed my door and walked toward me.  My logical self was telling me to get out of there fast, that this could cost me my job.  But the lustful guy inside me won out, and I stayed.  Jill walked around my desk, leaned back against it and told me to continue working.  I could smell her perfume and the thought of her shapely legs in those stockings filled my head.  I felt Jill’s hand take mine, and lead it to her leg.  Slowly she moved my hand, up, then down, then around her leg.  I felt a surge between my legs, one I had not felt for a very long time.  I wanted Jill more than ever.  Her hands took my other hand, and moved it to her other leg, then she led my hands under her skirt.  As I pulled Jill closer to me, she leaned down and we kissed. 

Jill’s Promotion by Dave

I wrote to you before about my Administrative Assistant, Jill.  Well, now that Jill graduated from college, she no longer wanted to be an administrative assistant.  As a professional I understand this, but as a man I sure would love to see those lovely legs delivering my mail to me in the mornings.  I knew Jill’s time as my assistant would be short when she graduated, and I began thinking of ways to keep her in my department.  Don’t get me wrong, Jill does excellent work, and is professionally qualified for many positions in the company.  Wherever she works, she will make a great employee, and her great legs will only be an added plus for whomever she works with.

Anyway, it was a Friday morning when Jill came to me about a transfer.  Friday’s are a casual dress day, but even on Fridays Jill wore some jean skirt or something to show off her legs.  I’ve never come out and asked Jill why she chooses to wear skirts and dresses all the time, especially on Friday when she could easily wear jeans like everyone else.  Deep down I tell myself that she does it for my benefit.  I know that sounds conceited, but as I later found out, that was exactly why she always dressed nice.  Jill delivered the morning mail and asked if I had some time to talk to her. 

“I’ve always got time to talk with you Jill” I replied.  “What’s on your mind”?

Jill dropped the bomb.  “Dave, I’ve put in for a transfer to Marketing” she quietly said.

I know I did my best to keep a professional face on, but deep inside I felt an empty feeling come over me.  Jill had been with me for a couple years, and we had become very close on a professional level, as well as getting close on several occasions in her homework sessions after hours in the office.  While Jill and I had not “dated”, I found myself comparing all of my real dates to Jill.  While Jill is a real knock-out with her long black hair, dark brown eyes, large breasts and long shapely legs, she is also one of those people that just make you feel good by always being positive about whatever life throws her way.  I really didn’t want to loose Jill.

“Jill” I asked, “I take it this new position is what you really want to do now that you have graduated”?

Jill’s smile faded a little, and she looked down before she answered me. 

“Dave, don’t get me wrong” Jill began, “ but it does sound like a good opportunity, and I really do need the extra money now that my school loans are coming due”.

Jill shifted in her chair, crossing her legs at the ankle and sliding her feet back under her chair.  This change in her position caused her short jean skirt to slide up her tanned thigh just a couple inches.  But oh what those couple of inches revealed.  Those couple inches were the difference between the fantasy of Jill wearing stockings to actually seeing the top of her right stocking, just where it turns a few shades of tan darker. 

Somehow Jill always knew just when to look me straight in the eyes…. just when to look me in the eyes and catch me gazing at her legs.  It had become quite a joke between us.  At first I felt really bad, and didn’t want her to feel harassed or anything.  One night as we were walking out after making love on my desk, Jill confided in me that knowing she was turning me on with her stockings and long legs really turned her on also.  From that point, it then became somewhat of a playful act, me trying to catch a glance of her legs without her catching me.  It went a little further also, when Jill would wear a shorter than normal skirt or dress, she would walk in to deliver the mail and then “accidentally” drop something.  Instead of bending at the knee and picking it up, she would bend over at the waist letting her skirt slide up her silky legs showing off the tops of her stockings.  She usually wore either tan or black stocking, depending on the outfit.  As she would start to stand back up, she would turn her head and look behind her, at me, and wink.  Working with Jill had made my job much more enjoyable.

“Jill”, I began, “would you be offended if I tried to keep you here and get a promotion for you?  I have been working on a supervisor position, and I think I can get final approval for it by Friday.  If so, the job would be yours if you want it.”

“Dave, I’d love to stay here.” Jill answered, her face brightening and her smile returning.

Jill began to tell me how much she like the department, and not just for it’s boss (me of course).  She told me how much she had to debate on putting in for the transfer, and how badly she felt when she turned it in.  We both agreed to talk again Friday afternoon before any decisions were made.

Friday came, and I was surprised to see Jill in normal office attire, not casual attire as normal.  And not only was Jill’s outfit not casual, it was downright beautiful.  While it could be called a business suit, it sure showed off all of Jill’s assets, not just her gorgeous legs.  I was in planning sessions all day, so I didn’t get to talk to Jill until late in the afternoon.  It was close to time for her to leave when I finally was able to call her to my office. 

“Come in Jill, and close the door please” I said as she knocked at the door.

Jill walked in, her legs clad in the silkiest, softest looking black stockings I’ve ever seen.  Her lips were painted red, her long black hair up in a bun.  I couldn’t help but watch her every move as she approached the desk. 

“And what are you staring at Dave?” Jill asked coyly as she sat down. 

I looked up at Jill’s dark eyes, and was almost lost in them.  I was never so glad to be a man in my life, and it was all because I had the most beautiful woman I’d seen sitting right in front of me. 

“Jill”, I began, “ I told you about the position that was pushing for, well, it was approved”

Jill squealed with joy and jumped from her chair.  She came around behind the desk and sat right down on my lap and threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me. 

“I want to celebrate” Jill exclaimed. “ I’m so happy!”

Well, Jill and I did celebrate, several times that evening.  I asked my new supervisor if she would like to have dinner with me, and she accepted.  But before we left the office, after the rest of the staff left, Jill and I again made love in my office.  Jill’s stockings were as silky and soft as I had imagined when she walked in.  And at the restaurant, I found out again how wonderful they felt as she slid her foot out of her high heel shoes, and ran them up my leg during dinner.  There is something about the feel of a woman’s foot in a silky stocking sliding along the inside of your leg at dinner that seems so classic.  Jill and I celebrated her new position all weekend.  I asked her the following week if anyone noticed that she had worn the exact same clothes on Monday as she did on Friday (since she never made it home all weekend).  She laughed and said she didn’t care what anybody said.

I did tell my new supervisor that I was going to miss having my beautiful administrative assistant bringing me my mail in the mornings.  I told Jill I was really going to miss that smile. 

“RIGHT”, Jill remarked, “ You are going to miss my legs, and nothing else!”  We kissed.

“You know Jill, it is your job to hire your replacement” I smirked, “and I expect you to do your normal excellent job in getting me a new person”.   Jill playfully hit me and smiled….

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