The tension was at all times there. For three years we have worked in the same office. For two years you have teased me on an almost daily basis with those skirts, those black, opaque tights, those blouses, just that tiny bit too tight. To be honest I’m not even sure if you know you are doing it. But today is different. Today is your last day! Today the blouse is one button, maybe two buttons open. We had a small get together earlier, a few glasses of wine with the rest of the staff, but now they have all, one by one, drifted off home. Nobody left now but you and I. ‘Well. This is it then’ I say. ‘Hard to believe that after all these years I’m gonna come in here tomorrow and you wont be here ‘. ‘Oh… I don’t doubt my replacement will be very capable, and she’s very cute too. I picked her you know. Picked her just for you. I know you like to look!’ You giggle. ‘Oh..no… you knew?’ ‘ knew? I dressed for the occasion every day!! Oh my… I’m so embarrassed! … Dont be. It’s the ultimate compliment. I at all times got a little tingle when I knew you were watching… sometimes I would get so hot under the collar I would have to go to the ladies room to relieve tension…. another little giggle. I had to go earlier as it happens… ‘I have a little something for you actually’. You open your purse and produce a pair of panties and you pass them to me. ‘ I’m sorry. They might be a little damp still. I got a bit carried away earlier’. You blush. But before you hand me the panties you take them and hold them briefly to your nose.. inhaling deeply. ‘A memento, something to remember me by!’ ….. ‘A memento, something to remember me by!’. ‘ok, WOW, em … Does this mean that you aren’t wearing any ….’ Shush.. ‘ you say. ‘Don’t say another word’. You move to the desk in front of mine and sit up on the edge. As you do you tight shirt rides up just far enough for me to be able to see that you are indeed wearing pantyhose. The black nylon glistens by the harsh neon lights of the office. You take me by the hand a pull me closer, into an embrace, holding me tight. Years of sexual tension seem to melt away in the warmth of your embrace. I can feel your heaving breasts, pressed hard against my chest. I can smell your fragrance, the same fragrance I remember from the day you first walked into my office all those years ago. I can barely breath… the anticipation of what is about to happen is almost too much for me. Finally, after what seems like an age we let go of the embrace. I am staring deep into those gorgeous green eyes when you pull me close again, this time to kiss. The kiss is like nothing I have ever experienced before, almost animalistic. As we kiss you guide my hands to your nylon clad thighs. Suddenly you pull away for our kiss and embrace me again only this time it’s short lived as you whisper in my ear ‘On your knees’ … At first i’m confused. I’m not quite sure what you mean. I lean in to kiss you again but you stop me and say again, with more authority this time … ‘I said …. on your knees’ This time i comply without a seconds delay. As I kneel in front of you you spread those gorgeous thighs aside. The skirt rides up the rest of the way now and all I can see before me is your nylon covered thighs, your wet pussy is glistening through the opaque black tights. I run my hands up those thighs. I can see the smooth nylon, I can hear the noise my hands make as they glide over the shiny material. I can feel the dampness, I can smell the scent of your sex. My fingers reach for the tops of you pantyhose to slide them off but once again you stop me. ‘No’ you say, ‘the pantyhose stay on …. for now anyway.

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