Pantyhose Glorious Pantyhose At The Office

Natasha was a mid-30 something trophy wife with legs to kill. She always wore very short dresses or skirts, and pantyhose. Some might think she dressed inappropriately, but this was a construction company and she was the front desk receptionist. She was the first person who people saw when they came through the door. Plus she had this sexy, sultry slutty english voice. She could have done phone sex lines and made a fortune. When she answered the phone I wanted to take my cock out, milk it furiously and cum all over her pantyhose.
I made it a habit on a regular basis to go to the front office to make copies, get a stapler, get a pen, anything to give me a few minutes of watching her sexy, nylon encased legs. She was always very friendly to me, with very subtle flirting, enough to get my blood flowing. She would always made sure that we could see ALL of her legs, up to at least mid to upper thigh. Try as I might though, she was very careful about allowing us to see up her dress. I wanted to see soooo bad, but no such luck.
I would chat with Pantyhose Natasha as often as I could, and as with most conversations, they would get sexual. We got to talking about fetishes one day, she told me she had one and I told her I had one. For the rest of the week we tried to guess each other’s fetish. I figured hers out, but she had no clue as to mine. I figured out that she like having nylon sex in public places, not so that people could see her, but somewhere that she might get caught.