The bus may have been hot but it was raining cats and dogs, my hair, suit, and make up was a mess by the time the bus reached the office so I jogged to the ladies praying no one would see me.   The ladies toilets were empty except for one woman.  She was in her early twenties; she worked at the desk opposite mine.  She was sorting her make up; I guess hers got streaky in the rain too. read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

Work is always a nightmare. Being stuck in an office all day long filing and typing and never getting to have any fun is not the greatest job in the world. Travelling by bus was my choice of public transport this week, the office wasn’t too far from my house and I could have walked but decided that wearing high heels and walking, even though it was just a few streets away, wasn’t a good idea. The bus tends to be hot, full and a bumpy ride. After a bus trip my make up, hair and clothes tend to look worse than they do in the morning. My first place to visit when I reached the office was to the ladies so that I could get myself looking my best again. read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

We finally arrived at our destination and as I reached for my purse the driver told me not to worry about it, what he had seen was payment enough.  I got out of the taxi and headed into the office.  I felt the soft lace rubbing between my thighs and the suspenders tug playfully at my skin as I walked.  I needed to re-adjust myself again but I thought I should leave it until I find the ladies toilet.  I wouldn’t want to cause a scene, especially in my new place of work.  read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

He had a look on his face that I hadn’t seen before.  It was a bemused and satisfied look as though he had been peeping the whole time.  He told me not to worry and continue what I was doing, and to the shock of him I did.  I grabbed the black, tight clip and quickly but gently tugged my stocking up and snapped them together.  I then sorted my skirt back down, much to the amusement of the driver who looked like the cat with the cream. read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

I then headed for a shirt, I choose white. My bra was black but it would add a hint of flavour to my body under the white shirt, showing of my beautiful curves. I buttoned up the shirt making sure every button matched the correct hole. The buttons slid in the holes with ease, this shirt had been worn and taken of many times. I fixed the cuffs and then headed to the wardrobe for a skirt. I choose a black pencil skirt with a neat slit up the side. The slit would discreetly show the top of my stockings if I moved the wrong, or the right way. I eased the skirt over my stocking paying special attention to the suspender clasps. I did not want to catch my skirt on them for fear of ripping my stunning lacy stockings. I slipped the skirt over the clasps and fastened the button. I took one look in the mirror one last time and thought perfect. I looked elegant and sexy all at the same time. My stockings shining in my reflection sent shivers down my spine read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

Then it was time for the stockings, my favourite piece of lingerie. I gently removed the soft, sultry stocking from the box they came in. Wearing stockings that are black always makes me look exotic and sexy. I gently sat my self down on the bed and took a stocking in my left hand. I rolled it gently so as not to get any ladders in the leg, no point rushing things and ruining a beautiful pair of stockings like these. I eased my foot into the rolled stocking, gentle not to catch my manicured toes on the sheer fabric. I slowly but steadily eased the stocking up my leg taking great care not to rip the gentle fabric. I tugged the stocking over my knee and gently pulled it the rest of the way up to the top of my thigh. I then attached the black metal suspender clasps, they held on tight indenting the French lace. I started to roll the other stocking to put it on my right leg. I rolled it steadily making sure my nails did not get caught in the fine lace. Once rolled I slowly brought my foot up and into the hole. Slowly but surely I started to bring the stocking up over my knee and to the top of my thigh. I grasped the cold, metal clasp and opened its tight mouth. I slid it over the stocking and let it clamp down onto the lace. It may have been tight but it seemed gentle on the lace. I stood up of off the bed and had a looking in the mirror, my stockings looked sexy and sheer, my breasts looked pert and firm and my waist looked sleek and sultry, what more could I have asked for. read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

After completing my hair and makeup I then started to get dressed. First on was the underwear. The bra slid over my shoulders clinging tightly to my firm, pert breasts. I fastened the clasp loosely so I would have freedom of movement; the clasp was soft and smooth on my sweet back. I worked my way down to the panties. I slipped my panties on gently but with a delicate grace that would shame any stripper. My panties lace glided over my skin sensually, making me feel like a woman. The lace tingled in certain places and felt warm atop my skin. It was like a fantasy come true. I adjusted the panty as it sat on my hips; lace always looks good on me. My panties were the perfect accessory to my stockings. The teasingly covered my backside but showed enough flesh to turn any man on. My firm cheeks were smooth under the lace allowing the panties to glide over them as they moved. read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

The office was buzzing, everyone made an appearance and by the looks of things the drinking was well underway. I decided to take a seat in a quiet corner so that I could observe the wild animals taking over the boss’s desk. I crossed my legs over one another so that my feet intertwined, the stockings providing the soft comfort from the rub of my skin. The stockings were red, very fine and detailed with light glitter, perfect for the occasion. I glanced at the red shimmering material staring back at me; it was so soft and felt surreal. The stockings clung to my legs like massage oil, sexy and sleek. The suspender clasps gripping tightly to hold them in place, God forbid they should slip down and I loose that sensuous feeling my special stockings gave me. read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

It was one of those days, work was busy and I was exhausted but no rest for the wicked as tonight was the works Christmas party. Office temping is a real pain, you’re in and out of different offices all the time, meeting new people is not the easiest of tasks but it pays well. There are ups and downs with everything and the Christmas party happened to be an up. The party meant that I had a great excuse to get my special Christmas party stockings out of the lingerie drawer. After sliding on the special, sexy stockings I headed out the door and made my way to the office. read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

I was getting close to the ground so hurriedly put the stocking in my bag. The bag was too full so I stuffed the stocking down as for as it would go and lay a few other times on top of it. I gathered up my shoes and placed them on each foot. I steadied myself before reaching the ground floor making sure I was neat and didn’t look as though I had been playing around in the elevator. I gathered my footing; I didn’t want to trip on my way out the elevator and quickly went over my hair and make up. I finally got to the bottom floor and the doors opened, there were several people in the building still but I calmly made my way to the main door peeping out of the corner of my eye for any suspicious looks. One of the gentlemen I was working with come up behind me and whispered in my ear to check my bag. I looked down and saw my stocking hanging out the bag. My face went eight different shades of red and I walked out of the office with the remainder of the staff giggling away at me. Next time I come to work I think I will be bringing a bigger bag! read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

I pulled my skirt up, exposing my legs wrapped in black lacy stockings. I undid the metal clasp on the suspenders that was holding the stockings tight on my leg, without those then the stockings would be at my ankles. I hooked the clips onto my panties and took hold of the left stocking, savouring the feel of the dark lace under my fingertips. I swirled my fingers over the fine material and slipped the stocking down my thigh and over my knee. I slipped my shoe of and then pulled the stocking from the toes. It slid of with great ease. I ran my hands back up my legs and replaced my shoe. I moved onto the other leg. I ran my hands up and down the smooth fabrics feeling the sexy indentations the lace made. It was patterned with lines, soft straight lines. I trailed my finger around the rim of the stocking while glancing at the elevator lights making sure I wasn’t too close to the bottom floor. I was only half way there. I ran my hands slowly down my leg, feeling every indent and imprint in the material, they were relatively new so they were still smooth and didn’t have any snags or catches on them. I went back to the top of the stocking and slid my thumb and finger under the material and gently eased the stocking down my leg. I worked my way past my knee and down my calves, I slipped the shoe off and then off came the stocking. read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here

I was eating my sandwiches when the gentleman from the lift sat two tables behind me with another one of our colleagues. They were muttering under their breath so I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I did however feel the burden of heavy gazes resting on me. I calmly ate my sandwich, pretending that I didn’t know they were stealing a look. I saw in the reflection of the window near me they were looking me up and down and obviously talking about the good bits. Again the skirt I was wearing was showing more than I had hoped for. As I sat down, in a wild bid to prevent the tips of my stockings show I pulled my skirt down and the tops of my panties were in full view. This obviously needed fixing. I stood up gracefully, pretending that I was looking for my handbag. While doing so, I sneakily adjusted my skirt and sat back down. Of course doing this meant the top of my stockings were on show and the men from the office got more for lunch than they had hoped. Their eyes sat still on my thighs, they were breathing in tune to my pulse. Watching the stockings as they sat there, doing nothing apart from making my legs look sexy. Their eyes were full of something and it wasn’t the Friday afternoon joy. I rubbed my legs together under the table and I swear that one of the men winced in anticipation. My legs bounced with every move I took exciting the gentlemen further. After devouring my sandwich, with a sexy pout on my lips the whole time I felt that it was time to put the men out of their misery and let them concentrate on their lunch. read this stocking story and all my other stocking stories visit sabrinas stockings here