*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*

He could hear the subway train doors’ indicator below as he walked down the escalator. He knew he would not be able to catch the train departing the terminal. He decided to slow his pace a little but continued making his way down for the next incoming instead, which arrived just as he stepped off the escalator.

He moved to the tail-end where it was less crowded. With the ongoing pandemic, he chose to keep his distance from the others even though the government had implemented mandatory masking-up. Finding his sweet spot, he sat down and retrieved his mobile from one of the front compartments of his backpack while waiting for the train to move off in approximately five minutes.

His thumb gently pressed the mobile screen. A few swipes of his fingers and another few touches before an app launched and he looked keenly at it. The only movements now were his eyes as they shifted from left to right and back repeatedly. He was probably reading something from his mobile.

As the indicator beckoned in the background signaling the train doors’ closure, the young man would not be distracted from his handheld device. It had become a daily routine for him every morning while heading to the gym downtown.

The train departed on its intended journey and final destination.

Glancing up a moment to scan the carriage he was in, there were quite a few empty seats beside and opposite as the train shuttled to the next station. From an upright seated position, he leaned forward. His elbows resting on his thighs. It was a comfortable posture to adopt while continuing with his reading.

More commuters boarded the train and began filling the carriage at each subsequent station. From the corner of his eyes, he noted there were still empty seats available; some preferred standing near the doors. No one had moved towards the center where he was seated. Perhaps they saw him leaning forward. Or maybe they would be getting off in the next few stations. Whatever the reasons, he was impassively nonchalant.

The owner barely made it inside the carriage with the train doors closing. She could not afford any further delay than she had already allowed. If she had missed this one, her timeliness in reporting to work would be tainted and perhaps questioned.

The morning rush was unbecomingly habitual. She could not recall when it first started but one time led to another until it became a weekly problem. At least three times a week she had to rummage through her wardrobe and laundry basket to find her work attire which she swore she had prepared the day before.

Perhaps age had finally caught up with her. Recovery was not as quick or fast as it used to be, especially after playing and familiarizing herself with her new toy that arrived about a month ago.

Scanning the area, she saw throngs of commuters at every turn. The carriage was packed like pre-pandemic days. She jostled her way through the hordes of bodies to get past.

“Sorry… coming through…”, excusing herself apologetically as heads turned and eyebrows frowned. Her body inadvertently brushed against men and women, young and old alike with her 34C bosoms pressing and swiping against front and rear torsos alike. Some gently, others quite firmly. It would have definitely perked up some of the male commuters’ day.

She thought nothing of it, just a daily grind of the morning peak period pushing and shoving to get some personal space. Especially not the sexual aspect of it, despite the hardening of her nipples through the cotton fabric of her brassiere.

Walking towards the tail-end carriage, she was surprised by the relatively quiet section compared to those in front. With a few empty seats to spare too. She strutted down the carriage aisle, wobbly at times as the train zipped through the tunnel, catching secondary glances from some commuters with her graceful demeanor and poise.

Brushing the back of her skirt, she sat herself down. Opposite the young man who was still leaned over. Her legs tilted slightly to the left at an angle as she settled down for her journey.

A pair of legs appeared directly in the young man’s line of sight. His eyes stole a long glance, from the black leather wedge pumps the woman was wearing to the small of her ankles and up the length of her bare silky-smooth legs that stopped just above her knees. He returned to his reading but only for so long before the sight in front of him sidetracked his focus once again.

He made another attempt to look at the paragraph displayed on his mobile screen only to realize nothing was registering in his brain; merely alphabets and words that made no sense. He closed the app and decided to surf the web instead. Perhaps it might help, but after a minute or so his glance returned to the pair of legs in the black wedge pumps.

This time, he straightened himself upright to see to whom these legs belonged that kept him insatiably distracted. He could not perceive much with her facial mask worn, other than her shoulder-length hair styled in a layered bob and almond eyes that were transfixed on her mobile phone screen. She was not much to look at. In fact, she looked ordinary. Average with another forgettable face in the crowd the young man had probably encountered countless times in his daily commute.

He studied her dressing next. Sky blue sleeveless blouse with a navy toned knee-length skirt, matched with a light blue Kate Spade Eva scarf handle medium satchel. She was wearing a pair of three-inch Hush Puppies Bella Setti black wedge pumps.

Conservative and modest. Typical work attire of a working professional.

His eyes zoomed in on her upper arms. They did not look as tender and supple like the women in their twenties. They were firm and toned with years weathered in work and labor; maybe even taking care of children.

A married woman or maybe even a mother, perhaps? He wondered.

He noticed a distinct color difference between her arms and her exposed lower legs; with the latter being neutral and fairer. How does she keep her legs from the harsh UV exposure of the unforgiving sun? the young man thought to himself.

His eyes went back to glance at her face again. She was still engrossed with her mobile to notice the man opposite her. The longer he observed, the more he felt a growing fondness. Those almond eyes looked like they were about to pop out with her wide-eyed attention. He was beginning to be mesmerized by this woman (who seemed to be dressed for work) like a spell she had cast upon him the moment she appeared in his sight.

By now, the train was well on its journey, and commuters were coming and going like clockwork.

Shuffle. In and out.

Shuffle. In and out.

To the young man though, time seemed to have come to a standstill. He could not help being seduced by the alluring elegance of his distraction. He mused about the complete look of this woman behind that facial mask she was wearing. And the more he wondered, the more his curiosity fueled his imagination.

Luscious cherry-red lips glistened under the fluorescent lights of the train. Plump and succulent like Angelina Jolie’s. He could nibble and suck on the fleshy little fat pads all day like a popsicle until it began melting. His slippery tongue would then slither to the corner of her mouth to salver and taste her drool oozing out.

Thinking about her lips ignited a stirring response between his legs. Despite wearing a pair of compression tights under his workout board shorts, he felt a mounting hardness pressing against his scrotum. But that did not deter him as he continued to fantasize about his object of lust sitting opposite.

His rock-hard dick was in his hand while she knelt between his legs watching nervously as he repeatedly eased back his foreskin to expose the shiny purple head of his cock. The woman subconsciously licked her luscious lips, coating a gleaming layer of saliva as pre-cum trickled from the glans of the young man’s penis.

As his arousal increased, one thought kept flooding his mind – to fuck and cum in her mouth!

"Taste it!" the young man commanded. "Run your tongue around the head and lick off my pre-cum."

The woman was hesitant and the young man decided to “help out” by cupping his hands on both sides of her head and pulling her mouth toward his dick. With some reluctance, she apprehensively stuck her tongue out to lick the copious goo from the young man’s erection and swallowed.

Mmmpphhff… the woman whimpered something incomprehensible.

Sensing as though she was testing the young man’s razor-thin patience, he yanked her head back as he said to her, “Now taste the main course!" and buried her face into his crotch.

With her head stuffed between his legs, it was only a matter of seconds before the woman would suffocate from the lack of oxygen. She was left with no other choice but to open her mouth to gasp for breath and wrapped her tender lips around the glistening head of the young man’s cock. She felt her head being gripped firmly as he started to thrust his hardness into her mouth.

Like déjà vu, the woman quickly realized that the young man’s vice-like grip on her head would only be released after he had ejaculated inside her mouth. She was making every attempt not to gag on his thick girth. His fingers twirling through and around her shoulder-length tresses to further tighten his grip on her head while pushing the length of his throbbing erection deeper inside the woman’s mouth only exacerbated her nauseousness to regurgitate.

The young man’s thrusts grew progressively urgent and the woman feared he would choke the life out of her as the head of his dick repeatedly slammed and crashed into the back of her throat. She could sense the quickening speed of his hips jabbing and stabbing furiously while his thick shaft started to pulsate and hit the soft palate in her mouth.

With one final lunge forward, the young man’s thrusting abruptly stopped with the pinkish glans pressed firmly against the back of the woman’s throat. In an instant, her lovely and composed face became a frown upon her troubled brows as she dreadfully swallowed as much of the young man’s hot spunk as they squirted rampantly and recklessly inside her mouth.

What the fuck am I thinking about?! The young man tried to snap himself out of his immoral fantasy. I can’t be distracted now! Gotta stay focused for today’s workout. And why am I even getting attracted to a mature woman like her?!

Yet just the thought of his shaft swelling to its full glory inside the woman’s mouth while tightly gripping her hair and then fucking deep into her throat had its desired effect on the young strapping lad and his raging testosterones; jolting tingling arousals to his sensitive bulbous purple head and throbbing shaft. He imagined the woman’s saliva drooling from the sides of her mouth and pooling over his scrotum as he succumbed to the woman’s skilled sucking and blow job and exploding copious loads directly into her throat to swallow like an obedient slut.

He yearned to release his aching hard cock from underneath his compression tights but alas, the consequences and penalty of such an indecency would suppress that impulse urge.

Meanwhile, the owner ran through the day’s to-do list on her mobile, swiping the screen upwards periodically to scroll through the long line of notes she had input: appointments, reminders, lunch, meetings, laundry drop-offs and pick-ups, congratulatories, celebrations, etc.

It was what she did best…

Perhaps the ONLY thing she was best at was organizing, managing, and administration.

One would be quick to figure out her profession with a couple of glimpses on her mobile phone. In this day and age of advancing technologies, it weighed on her mind several times whether this profession would become obsolete and redundant. What else could she do?

Most of her youthful self was spent being a housewife taking care of her two children, and looking after the household while her husband was the sole breadwinner as military personnel. Back in the days, the money was decent income; guaranteed and recession-proof to support the family through hard and trying times. There is a Chinese term that translated literally as “iron rice bowl” (or job for life in English concept).

Now that her spouse had retired from service and their child is in his late adolescence, it was a welcoming switch and she was grateful to her current employer for giving her the opportunity to prove her worth. Especially at an age when a majority of her own gender peers in a similar circumstance would face hiring stigmas to re-enter the workforce market following a considerable time away.

Earning her own keeps also meant she could enjoy some luxuries like taking yoga lessons and having a personal trainer to maintain her toned and svelte figure. Yet shrouds of uncertainty still clouded her mind regarding her job security with the ongoing pandemic.

About one year ago, she thought she would be laid off when the company furloughed most of its employees. Perhaps her boss was old-school, maybe overly dependent on her, or even forgetful that he needed her almost twenty-four-seven.

Equipped with a sense of duty and responsibility honed from years of childcare, she knew she could not disappoint him; especially the most fundamental of being on time now that there were some normalcy and employees could return to the office. Delve deeper and this was her repayment to the company, and her boss in gratitude and kindness.

Finally!

With all of the day’s information ingrained in her mind, the owner put away her mobile on her lap close to her satchel bag. She looked straight to see a young burly man sitting opposite. She gave him a quick scan; athletic with rounded shoulders, bloated arms prominently bulging from the sleeves of his round-neck tee.

How nice! A gym junkie heading for a workout. Wish I could too… The envy owner figured from his dressing.

She scanned lower down and noticed his sturdy-looking pillar-like thighs filling most of his board shorts with a peek of his compression tights beneath. He probably possessed the physical prowess as much as he looked the part.

And then…

Her eyes were drawn between his legs.

She looked away momentarily but was instinctively drawn back like a magnet of two opposite poles. The young man’s bag pack was placed on the floor between his legs and the lightweight polyester/spandex material of his gym board shorts offered little to conceal his modesty, the prominence of his protuberance was blatantly displayed to the owner sitting opposite.

Mmm… that’s rather huge. She wondered in embarrassment.

The last time she saw one was in her early days of marriage. Every night was filled with endless passion; lips locked in an epic clash of tongue-twirling and flicking, sweaty naked bodies pressed together, roaming hands exploring each other’s slippery tenderness as they entwined themselves in steamy and vigorous love-making sessions, despite her husband’s twenty-five years of seniority.

His erected penis filled the emptiness of her eager and wanton pussy till she had to beg him to stop. It was not the pain she was complaining about; the thick girth of his throbbing shaft stuffing and stretching her inner vagina walls was more than she could ask for and sufficient to satisfy almost any Asian woman.

However, coupling that with high endurance and stamina was a recipe for countless and endless orgasms after orgasms. To the point where her vitality was totally sapped. Her soul drained. Yet he would continue his onslaught fucking on her lifeless body like a ragdoll until he climaxed and ejaculated, filling and saturating her vaginal cavity with his warm spunk while sending her to another round of frenzied orgasm against her will.

It was a novelty in the beginning; during their honeymoon period when she was still a young lady who had just blossomed into adulthood. She could not stop thinking about her husband’s manhood when they were apart.

But nights of passionate love-making became nights of apathy and indifference. She was always feeling tired and exhausted in the mornings; at times coming in late for work, taking power naps during lunch, other times dozing off and oversleeping so that she missed her alighting stop.

In her family tradition, the owner was taught never to deny or reject her husband’s sexual urges or advances because that would lead to infidelity. Submission was part of her conservative upbringing to keep and maintain a marriage and family.

Over time, the woman found a way around his sexual urges. Hand jobs, blow jobs, and foot jobs. Other times, they would have intercrural sex to placate his impulses for sexual intercourse. The respite was a much-needed welcome… until their relationship slowly shifted focus and centered on their child.

Years of caring and looking after the family had eroded and numbed the feeling and sensation of having an intimate sexual relationship with the owner. Resorting to masturbation and sex toys were her answers to personal sexual fulfillment and satisfaction.

Oh…! How long had it been?

Waves of light pulses tingled between her legs. The owner squeezed her thighs together as discreetly as she could to nullify the sensation but it only heightened her arousal. She hoped nobody noticed. The pulses kept buzzing until she looked down and realized that her mobile was vibrating.

Appointments. Reminders. Messages.

Perfect timing!

Picking up the mobile on her lap, she held it in front of her to read the messages with the young man in her line of vision unknowingly.

The owner was self-absorbed with her mobile once again. One message after another she read them; some with replies while others were swiped quickly to the next message. She was so engrossed that she unconsciously crossed her left leg over her right in slow motion, causing a faint rasping sound in the midst of the train’s echoes through the tunnel.

It might have gone unnoticed by most of the commuters around her, but certainly not the young man seated across. He had just about leaned his torso forward again when he captured the photographic image of the woman’s slow-motion leg crossing with his eyes and ears.

Talk about being at the right place at the right time.

He felt his erection twitch a couple of times against his compression tights. The young man was getting more aroused from the image capture that kept replaying in his mind while being distracted simultaneously by the present elegant seated posture of the woman in front.

With a slight shift of her vision, the owner noticed the young man had leaned forward; his face slightly less than an arm’s length from her propped-up left leg. Without putting further thought, her focus returned back to her mobile in an instant; a second attempt to divert her attention away from the tingling pulses between her legs since the first one of crossing them and subtly squeezing hard on her thighs had been rather unsuccessful.

To add to her own distraction, the owner began rotating her left ankle in a slow circular clockwise motion to take her attention away from between her legs. But her mind was not registering the message displayed on her mobile screen. She persisted anyway, pretending she was engrossed in her reading while hoping in futility that the pesky pulsation would miraculously subside.

The young man could not take his eyes off his target’s intermittent ankle rotation. The slow circular motion was hypnotizing him deeper into the bottomless abyss of his growing lust. The more he looked at it, the greater his scrutiny:

The woman’s seasoned black wedge pump.

The small of her ankle.

The silky-smooth bridge of her foot; flawless and unblemished complexion. 

Her exposed instep arch that seemed to be provoking his throbbing member.

The young man did not seem to care at all if he was caught by the woman staring blatantly at her periodical foot circling. He secretly wished she did and who knows? maybe that would lead to a fervent and intense rendezvous.

Adding fuel to his already burning lust, he found her black wedge pump dangling precariously on the tip of her toes while bouncing her leg up and down. The owner, perhaps sensing that her wedge pump was dropping off, skillful flipped it back into her foot in one swift action.

The young man could not believe what he saw!

He felt his jaw had dropped to the floor. It was more than just his heart rate that had shot through the roof; even his throbbing erection thumped in utter excitement!

Can it be that she knows I’m admiring her legs and she is toying with me? the inevitable question popped in his mind.

Just then his eyes darted to the flawless complexion of her instep arch. He noticed some “wrinkles” as the owner kept up with her distracting actions. The young man squinted his eyes a little for clearer scrutiny and discovered the “blemish” of her complexion.

It all made sense to him now!

The silky-smooth skin and color difference from her arms.

Of course!

She had to be wearing one of those barely-there stockings or pantyhose! And the “blemish” that betrayed her almost perfect complexion was none other than the minor runs near her instep arch area when she dangled her pump wedges.

While his heart was racing like Formula One, his mind was in a different state though… 

He swore he could smell a faint musty scent emanating from the crotch area underneath the owner’s dress – specifically between her crossed legs. Maybe that was the reason she had them crossed to quell her feminine odor from filling the atmosphere around her.

At the owner’s signaling of her index finger, the young man inched closer towards her until he was standing just a few inches away. He could resist his sexual urge no longer. He pulled down his board shorts and compression tights, and his fully erected boner jumped out and pointing, with a slight curve, towards the roof of the train. His erection throbbed spasmodically in excitement, anticipating thoughts of what was to come next.

The owner slipped herself lower until she was partially slouching on the seat; the hemline of her navy knee-length skirt rode up to expose the darker welt of her nylon-reinforcement crotch. Her legs spread apart for the young man to stand in between.

Towering above, the young man had a bird’s eye view of her plump and bulging pubis region; encased in barely-there pantyhose and a satin panty over her hosiery. He found himself swallowing hard on his saliva while ogling at the suggestive sight.

With slow deliberate licks of her lips, the owner lifted her pantyhose-encased feet to the young man’s throbbing cock and cupped the thick girth of his veiny shaft with her arches and soles. Slowly and gently, she began moving her nylon feet up and down in rhythmic motions; giving a sensuous feet massage right there and then on the train!

Using her heels, the owner stroked the young man’s scrotum while she wriggled her nylon toes to squeeze the tip of his already oozing cock, eliciting more copious precum to discharge from its jap eye.

He could not believe this was happening! He looked around him and saw that the rest of the commuters were nonchalant of their unashamed indulgence.

Oh, my gawd! This is heaven.

The young man had never experienced anything outlandish like this before; his arousal climbing to an almost unsustainable level with the woman applying the perfect pressure on his near-climaxing manhood between the arches of her silky-smooth nylon feet while squeezing on his hardness to coerce a hasty ejaculation.

He lasted as long as he could hold on; cumming in a violent orgasm and shooting his warm spunk all over the woman’s sexy pantyhose-encased feet. Some of his loads mischievously squirted on her bulging nylon crotch. A few streams splattered on her pantyhose runs and soaked her skin as he relished in the erotic thought of this cock-teasing mature woman wearing the warm sodden wetness of his cum on her throughout the day…

“Next station – Clarke Quay.”

The young man’s fantasy was interrupted by the train’s announcement of the impending arrival of his alighting station. He was in a dilemma, contemplating whether to exit or stay on.

As the train slowed to a stop, the young man hesitated momentarily before he stood up. The movement caught the working woman’s attention as she shifted her focus to his standing form. Although it was brief, the fleeting image greeting her was the bulging protuberance of his crotch. Even with two layers, she could make out the contours of his shaft. Its thick girth flashed visibly with that distinctive bulbous mushroom-like glans at the top, looking as if it was partially or fully erected.

The owner feigned ignorance as the young man took his leave and exited the train. However, the passing image had already been entrenched in her head as bewildering thoughts began surfacing.

Did he get aroused while looking at me?

Was he fantasizing about my legs?

Maybe he is just naturally well-endowed…

It was compellingly flattering; the highest honor and tribute paid to a woman for her beauty, attraction, elegance, poise, etc. The more the owner entertained her thoughts, the deeper she pondered into her curiosity.

This young man is probably around the same age, maybe a couple of years older than my son. Wonder if my own son sees me like the young man does, especially with his puberty and those raging hormones…

While the owner chuckled at the idea, in the back of her mind and her heart was an outlying concern of her immoral thoughts. Particularly when her bodily response was betraying the cognitive logic and reason with a constant secretion of her pussy’s arousal fluid.

Coupled with the sporadic strobes pulsating inside her pussy whenever she used her remote control to jolt herself into a state of constant excitement, that unmistakable wet, moist and slippery sensation between her legs served to embolden her to further explore her masculinity and see how far this experiment would go.

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It had been a few days following his surreal encounter but the image of the woman had been on the young man’s mind ever since:

Her face with mask on…

Her moderate dressing…

Her cross-legged seating posture while rotating her ankle…

Her black wedge pumps dangling on the tip of her toes clad in barely-there silky-smooth pantyhose…

And… that cock-teasing slow-motion leg-crossing and discovery of some pantyhose runs… it made him hard every single time his mind replayed the scene.

Follow-up attempts to bump into the working woman again had been unsuccessful. His fervor waned as days turned into weeks of futility. Each passing day he did not see her, the young man was left only with disappointment; hints of regret that he did not stay on and follow her instead of alighting at his station that fateful day.

Alas, he resigned to the fact that it was not meant to be while thankful that it happened, even if it was just once… in his lifetime?  

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Epilogue

It was pitch darkness.

One could see nothing, not even their own fingers if they were held in front; let alone maneuver about the surrounding.

But a silhouette was making its way out from a room, sliding itself towards the common bathroom that was a wall away. Hardly any sound was made other than a soft click before the figure disappeared into the shadows. 

Inside the bathroom, the silhouette stood still for a few moments. It scanned the confined space until a handful of hangers with laundry draped over near the shower area was spotted. Carefully, he reached over to one of the hangers and pulled down a pair of nude-color pantyhose.

The shadowy figure looked around making sure it was still alone; pausing momentarily to ascertain there were no footsteps nearby.

Holding the hosiery, the shadowy figure felt the wonderful sensation of its smooth gossamer nylon fabric sliding over its hands. Slowly, the pantyhose was brought close to his face to experience the fine delicate nylon even more intimately. The figure brought his nose close, and took a long deep breath to inhale the musky scent at the gusset; triggering an immense turn-on for him and an almost instant erection!

It seemed he could not get enough of it as he began rubbing the sheer diaphanous fabric against his face while continuing to inhale deeply of the feminine odor of the pantyhose that was still emanating from the crotch area. His erection stood up like a solid pylon pointing to the sky through his pajamas.

Murmuring inaudibly, the silhouette started licking the nylon gusset while fantasizing he was licking the owner’s sex with all his dedication; feeling her smooth skin through the silky fabric of the owner’s nude-color hose and inhaling the enticing musky scent emanating from her pussy. His constant licking and sucking had created a sizable wet spot on and around the nylon gusset.

He pulled the pantyhose closer to his face, as he imagined his head burying right up the owner’s nylon-encased crotch. The more he continued licking and sucking at the musky-scented gusset, the more excited and stirred he became. He kept up the intensity of his cunnilingus with his slithery tongue probing the owner’s wet pussy through the gossamer material; making small circles on her clitoris that had gotten hard and erect as she approached an orgasm.

As he played out his erotic fantasy in his head, one of his hands had reached inside his pajamas' pants; stroking his stiff and hard erection eagerly as if the owner was sucking on it like a thirsty nympho. Occasionally, he would run his fingers over his slick pinkish glans coated and oozing with precum; fantasizing his hard cock was inside the owner’s mouth with her tongue caressing and slobbering all over it – at times more intensely while other times lesser – teasing the sensitive bulbous head sufficiently to stay on the edge, and not climax prematurely.

It did not last long though.

The silhouette drove himself wilder in his own fantasized sexual indulgence and pleasure that he passed the point of no return. There was no holding back any longer as he pulled his hard cock out from his pants to showcase the outline of a massive erection. He pressed the oozing glans of his penis against the owner’s diaphanous gusset, wrapping the sodden flimsy nylon around his veiny extension as he stroked it hastily with sheer and utter urgency… until he ejaculated in hard convulsions!

Suppressing his excitement with stifled grunts and moans, the shadowy figure exploded subduedly; squirting copious loads of his warm bodily fluid into the silky-smooth gossamer nylon gusset while his mind played out that he was cumming deep inside the owner’s velvety vagina, unloading profusely heaps of his insatiable lusts and cream-pieing her cavity until it overflowed and oozed out.

When his excitement finally subsided and his sanity returned to reality, he realized the sticky mess he had made.

But… there were no regrets.

No guilts. 

Only sexual gratification.

Holding his still pulsating erection, the shadowy figure guided his glistening glans to the cum-saturated nylon gusset and began smearing and spreading the copious wetness all around until evidence of his nocturnal risqué act had been distributed and diluted thoroughly. He then cautiously returned the soiled pair of pantyhose to the hanger in its original draped position, establishing nothing was suspicious or amiss before making his exit.

A few hours later, a frantic-looking and nervous woman stepped in. She was already dressed up; a sleeveless blouse in sky blue color with a navy-toned knee-length skirt, ready to head to work. A supposedly refreshing shower earlier had now turned into a sweaty frenzy search of her last piece of clothing accessory. She swore she had it ready the day before she left for work but went missing this morning while getting dressed. She should have checked the night before to make sure but she was too tired and went to bed early.

The owner extended her arm and stretched out to reach for the pair of nude-color pantyhose that was draped over the hanger. Closing the bathroom door, she slipped her right leg inside the corresponding sock, hurriedly pulled up to mid-thigh before slipping her left leg inside, and repeated likewise. Smoothening any visible wrinkles and creases, she sashayed her left and right hips up and down alternatingly in quick successions until the pantyhose was snugly wrapped over her crotch and the cusps of her buttocks.

That’s weird… as a cold dampness enveloped over her crotch but decidedly brushed off the feeling as she hurriedly opened the bathroom and left home.