Under the Table Teasing
Under the Table Teasing
I had a VERY interesting experience last night with some co-workers. Here"s the
set-up: This Friday is my last day at work, I am relocating to another part of the
country. Because of this I"ve been going to farwell lunches and dinners for the past
few days with different people that I work with.
Last night I had dinner with two female friends/co-workers. They are both married and have
children. And, needless to say, they are both very attractive. Rachel is tall and blonde,
very elegant and a classy dresser. Melinda is a short redhead, a more casual dresser, and
very athletic. I had known them both since I started working for the company several years
ago. We had spoken almost every day and engaged in the sort of light flirting that goes on
in offices that have not been invaded by the sexual harassment bug. Other than this
interaction, neither woman had shown more than a casual interest in me.
Well, I met both ladies at a nice restaurant about 7:00pm. I wore a suit and tie because I
wanted to make a good last impression. My eyes were greeted with a lovely sight as I
walked into the building: Rachel and Melinda had also dressed to impress. They each wore a
nice dress, and because it"s getting a little cold up here, both wore hose. The fact
that they were also wearing high heel pumps helped out too!
Oh, those hose clad legs and ! How many times at the office
had I watched these two dip and dangle their pumps, exposing shapely little
encased in pantyhose (thank god for office dress codes that require hose!). I"m sure
they probably had caught me staring on more than one occasion, but had never said anything
about it.
I"m sure of this because of what happened next. We were led to a small circular table
with a tablecloth that only extended about a third of the way to the floor. I was seated
more or less across from the two babes, and we ordered drinks and appetizers.
We were laughing and having a nice conversation when the appetizers arrived. At the same
time, I felt something nudge my right shoe. I didn"t move, but the mystery object
did, and when it slid up to my socked ankle, I tensed with excitement as I recognized it:
a set of nylon clad toes.
As the toes began to gently wiggle against my ankle I swallowed hard and looked up at my
dinner companions. Both ladies were still engaged in the coversation with me, and I looked
hard for some sort of recognition as to which one of them was doing this. Try as I might,
I could not pick up any signals from them.
Feeling my cock beginning to slowly uncoil, I tried to continue talking to the ladies.
Below the table, the pantyhosed move surreptitiously up inside my
trouser , the toes curling around the
top of my sock. Clearing my throat and tensing again, I sat and allowed her, whoever she
was, to pull my sock down around my ankle. Then I was treated to the cool, slick sensation
of her nyloned as it caressed the bare skin of
my lower .
She used her arch to move up and down my calf, and then would pause to make circles around
my anklebone with her big toe before letting me feel the ball of her
gliding back up under my trouser . After a few minutes of this
she pushed her up my pants
as far as it would go.
I shifted in my seat, trying desperately not to look like I was squirming under the
minstrations of this very talented . Again I looked my companions,
each a vision of beauty and both equally desireable. Yet neither of them gave a hint as to
whether they were behind this devilish teasing.
My heart was beating faster and it was becoming a little difficult to talk and eat.
Besides, I was past impatient to know which lady was using her pantyhosed so
effectively on me. I envied the husband of whoever was doing this, if he got this
treatment on a regular basis, he"s a lucky bastard!
Pushing my chair closer to the table, I slowly reached under the table to try to feel the
toes wiggling on my knee. I was able to feel them under my slacks, and they responded to
my touch, wiggling more vigorously. Then they disappeared as she pulled her out
of my pants and moved it up to my hand.
Ahhh the feel of her hose in my fingers! I massaged the small that
had been delightfully tormenting me for the past 20 minutes. Now was a chance to get a
reaction, and I dragged my index finger up and down the sole of the a
few times while watching the faces of my dinner companions.
Curses! Nothing again. She"s either not ticklish, or she has tremendous self control.
Frustrated, in more ways than one, I released the pantyhosed and
made another move. I "accidently" dropped my napkin on the floor, and bent to
retrieve it. But my tormenter was too quick for me. As I glanced under the table, I saw
the hose clad of my lady friends were all on
the floor, pumps firmly on their .
I sat back up and shook my head. I was not going to find out tonight. But when I felt the
shoeless
sliding back up my to my inner ,
I decided "screw it". And for the rest of the meal I sat back to enjoy the
incredibly intense sensations of..someone"s..nyloned
stroking my inner .
Right before we left the restaurant, the little got bold, and drifted over my
swollen crotch. I coughed and turned red feeling the pantyhosed toes curling over my
throbbing cock, which was screaming for some hose to over! I glanced at my amused
audience, my mind racing to figure out which of my married female friends was jerking me
off with her here in the restaurant!
But before I could react further, the was gone, and my dinner
companions were laughing at my apparent uneasiness. I removed my jacket before we stood up
to cover my obvious bulge. We paid our check and left the place.
I walked both women to their cars and received a nice kiss from both of them. However,
neither one let on if they were "the one" teasing me earlier.
So now I"m left wondering who it was and if I should follow up on this. Offhand
I"d say one of them just decided to tease the shit out of me because I was leaving.
Oh well, it"s a great memory, but what I would have given to
on that oh so talented little hose covered ...