Bunny usually wore thigh-highs. But that day, she walked in, hips swinging in a little plaid dress, wearing nude-colored heels and pantyhose. Honest to God, all the way up to her waist pantyhose.

No one in the office knew we were fucking, and we both liked it that way. It made those sneak-offs to the file room — deep and dark and perfect to hide in — that much better.

The weather was still kind enough to allow hosiery. I would be sad when the heat of summer really hit, and the women all ran around bare-legged, despite the office policy of appropriate business attire.

I swallowed hard when Bunny bent to put her bag down and flashed the seat of the hose. Usually, I caught a glimpse of the tops of her thigh-highs and whatever satin panties she wore.

Bunny turned and caught me looking. She winked as she straightened up. She hiked up the side of her dress to allow me to see the pantyhose going up to the very tops of her thighs and beyond.

Beneath, she wore no panties.

My dick was hard enough to knock a baseball out of the park, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be up for a grand slam in the file room sooner rather than later.

Fuck, I hoped so.

My boss interrupted my thoughts, and I jumped in surprise, sloshing coffee all over my tie. When I finally looked back up, Bunny had bustled off to attend to one of her many, and varied, office duties.

Later on, I was wrapping up a call with an out-of-state client when she sauntered over to a filing cabinet next to my cubicle. She made a show of bending over to fill up the bottom drawer with some sticky notes and boxes of pens and paperclips.

She leaned over enough so I could see the seat of her pantyhose and her thinly veiled snatch. Her bottom was aimed directly at me.

I heard myself groan ever so softly before I realized I’d even made a sound.

My hand, a betrayer like no other, reached out and cupped the swell of her ass. When she pushed back to get more contact, I ran my fingers along the sweet seam that bisected her butt and her pussy. I quickly nudged my hand forward and felt the dampness between her thighs. I also felt the knot of all her seams converging there, soaking up her wetness as it pressed against her slit.

I let out a sigh and asked in a hoarse whisper, “When?”

“The boss asked me to stay late to deal with the mess in the filing room. You could help me. You know, with the heavy lifting,” she replied.

Bunny turned quickly so she was facing me. Her crotch was nearly at my eye level. She hazarded a glance behind her into the hallway. It was deserted. She lifted the hem of her dress until I could see all of her from the waist down. My eyes honed in on her neatly trimmed pussy shrouded behind its pale beige veil.

Bunny struck a pose and asked, “Like what you see?”

I pressed the flat of my hand to my straining cock and said, “Fuck yes. See you after five.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Bunny said, dropping her hem and turning tail.

I hated when she left, but I loved to watch her go.

The workday took fucking forever. I even went into the bathroom around lunchtime, shut my eyes and pictured her heart-shaped ass in those sheer pantyhose as I jerked off furiously. It’d help me last longer later, anyway. Plus, I got the jolt of getting off at work.

It’s always fun to have an orgasm on company time.

When everyone began to drift out at the end of the day, I concocted something to keep me there a bit longer. A minor problem with a client’s order that I needed to wrap up before leaving. Good customer service, and all that.

After our last coworker vanished, I heard Bunny coming down the hall. The whisper of her nylons as she marched toward my cubicle made my dick stir to life.

She approached me with her dress hiked up to her waist.

Her bush was clearly visible, as well as her puffy pussy lips. I could see there was wetness at the crotch of her hose.

I groaned, and she stepped forward.

I brought my face to her pussy and inhaled deeply. She pressed the back of my head with her hand. She pushed her cunt against my face, and I licked her. I lapped at the pantyhose, tasting the juices that had already soaked her nylons. She clutched my head as I licked her frantically. I quickly found her hard clit, even with the barrier in place, and it was easy to work with my tongue.

“Harder,” she demanded, working her hips as I lapped at her. When I obeyed, she added with a sigh, “That’s good.”

Seconds later, she came, pulling my hair hard enough to make my eyes water. I sat back in my chair, with my cock throbbing and my heart pounding. I wanted to fuck her so, so bad. But I didn’t want her to take off the hose.

She read my mind.

Bunny sauntered over to a small table that held the overflow from my desk. She grabbed a pair of scissors and took a nick out of the hose right at the crotch. She stared me in the eye as she worked a fingernail in the small hole and tugged.

My cock jumped as I watched the run appear like magic. A ladder of open fabric that exposed bare, wet flesh.

“Oh no,” she said, batting her eyelashes at me demurely. “I think I have a run.”

I moaned. My dick pressed against my zipper like it was trying to escape.

She took my finger and slid it into the hole. I tugged and watched the nylon spread even more. I slipped another finger in and tugged again. I had enough room then. I dipped my fingers inside her sopping wet pussy and felt her cunt grip me. It still seemed to be flickering gently from her orgasm.

“Come to the file room and fuck me,” she said.

It wasn’t a question.

I got up and followed her, like the obedient pantyhose addict I am.

She went to the very back of the room and leaned over a low filing cabinet, with her dress hiked high. She planted her hands, pushed her ass back, widened her stance and looked over her shoulder at me.

“I appear to have a hole in my stockings,” she said with a laugh, “which gives you better access to my hole!”

I was certainly glad I’d jerked off earlier or I’m might have come in my pants from the visual.

“I see that,” I said.

I got my pants down and my cock out. I nudged my erection through the mouth of the hole and felt the nylon rub against me. I shut my eyes and froze there for a moment while she wiggled seductively.

She moved back, forcing me in farther. I put my hands on her hips, held her and thrust into her slowly, feeling the opening of the tear touch me before her hot, wet cunt took me in.

I lost my reserve and gave in to my desires. I grabbed her tightly with both hands and tugged her back even as I surged forward. The nylon continued to rub my shaft seductively, giving me an extra tingle.

As I held her, my fingers worried the nylon, making that whispery sound I loved. My cock jumped, growing even fatter — and harder.

“Fuck me. Fuck me good.”

My eyes slammed shut as her words hit me harder than any shot of liquor.

She squeezed her cunt around me, her wetness drenching my cock. I stroked the sides of her hips, loving the feel of that silken sensation. It was smooth but arresting — catching my calluses as I caressed her, snagging at my touch.

So delicate. So fucking hot.

I stroked her asshole through the pantyhose. I nudged a finger up against her back hole, and she quivered, jerking wildly and shaking with arousal.

“Are you gonna come on them? Paint them with your hot, white come? Are you going to shoot all over my hose? Look how you messed them up already. I’m so dirty now.”

My body shook at her monologue. She was pushing me, spurring me on. She knew what got me off, and every word she dropped was intentional. It worked. It worked so good, I felt the heavy presence of my impending release.

She slid her right hand down past her waistband, I felt her fingertips brush my balls as I banged against her and she stroked her clit.

“I’m going to come,” she said, “right here in this dingy file room while you fuck me through the hole in my stockings.”

I groaned, nearly mad with desire.

She grew tighter and tighter around me as she played with herself. She tottered in her heels with her dress around her waist and her beautiful peach of an ass bisected by the seam in her hose. She was so fucking hot, and I was so fucking lucky.

She came with her head tossed back and her hair flowing down her back. Her pussy clenched and milked me as her wetness soaked my shaft.

I pulled out of her and grabbed my dick.

“Turn around, turn around,” I growled.

She stood, sat her ass on the filing cabinet and splayed her legs.

I stepped close, running my cockhead over the soaked split of her pussy lips. Then I started to jerk off as I stared at her juicy sex and the shredded beige fabric. She took her finger and stroked her clit, her bright red nails flashing as she worked her pussy.

“Come on me. Come right on my pussy. Get my pantyhose all sticky and wet. You know you want to, baby. Do it.”

I did it. I jerked my cock hard and fast and then I was bellowing, shooting my load on her ruined pantyhose. My come glistened on her holey hose and her wet pussy.

I shuddered, working the very last of my jizz out of me, and then I hung my head.

“Am I a freak?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said with a smirk, “a freak who owes me a new pair of pantyhose.”

“Do I get to ruin those, too?” I asked hopefully.

“Of course,” she told me. “Otherwise, why bother wearing them?