I remember the first time I saw you wearing the stockings, the transparent black material with the dark crossing lines covering your feet, you looked so sexy in them, I wanted to trace their outline till the end, I wanted to lay you down on your desk at work, hold your feet in my hands and take your shoes off, I wanted to admire how pretty your feet were, I wanted to caress your feet upwards, I wanted to touch your calf with the thin silky material under my hand, I wanted to squeeze your calf and hear you moan.
I trace upwards and I find the end of it just below your knee, oh sweet journey, I didn’t want you to end but it did, I caress the back of your knees with my fingers under your skirt, you are so modest with your kneea together, I pull your skirt upwards to reveal the beauty of your legs, they look gorgeous in the stockings, I stop just as I reach your knee, I bend closely and I kiss the border of the stockings, one side at a time.