He watched as she came down the walk in her usual hurried pace, closing the cell phone just as she opened the door of my Lincoln Town car. She sat down in the spacious front seat with a nervous smile on her face. She looked tiny sitting there and also slightly mischievous, like she had a secret that only she knew.
"I just called your husband to tell him that we are going to be delayed 30 minutes to pick up a gift on the way home," he said.
"How did he take that?" she asked.
He devilishly smiled before saying, "No problem, since there was no time to change plans."
"Then what store are we going to?" she asked.
"That's the best part," he replied. "I picked up the gift at lunch. I just stole us 30 minutes..."
He tuned the satellite radio to the Playboy channel a segment was beginning titled "Sexy Stories."
She laughed and said, "How appropriate."
He had been thinking about this moment since he had first talked to her this morning. That was when he discovered she would need a ride home. His entire day had been planning how to get the most out of these few minutes that they were going to have alone together.
They had known each other outside of the office for several years and it had been apparent for sometime that an electric connection existed between them, but until last summer they had never acted on it. Their real relationship had begun one night when he was following her upstairs at his house. She simply had an exceptional ass and he was entranced, watching it move under her tight jeans. His hand seemed to have a life of it's own as he reached out and caressed her ass. She paused in mid-step and then surprisingly continued to pause so he could caress it even more. Since that time they had stolen moments of touching each other whenever they were together. This flirting and touching had been going on for sometime now and both of them were curious to move to the next level. Today was their opportunity.
He commented again to her how nice she looked today. Her sharply cut business suit with a short skirt looked great on her. He had also noticed earlier that she was wearing stockings. But he was betting they weren't thigh highs. The fact was that he just simply loved stockings on women's legs. There was just something about thigh high stockings, with sculptured tops or the fancy design stockings that set his heart pounding.
He simply loved beautiful lingerie on women, especially thong style panties, garter belts, garter slips and Merry Widows. Hell, he loved it all. But, as much as he loved lingerie, what he loved most of all was to reach under a woman's dress to discover that she had omitted her panties completely. Just the thought of that began to stiffen his slumbering cock.
He reached across the car to his pensive passenger. As he touched her exposed knee he said, "Let's play a game. I bet I can guess if those are stockings or panty hose."
"Really?" she said with surprise in her voice.
"But... Here is the condition," he replied. "You will have to lift your skirt and confirm if I am right or wrong."
Smiling very mischievously, she said, "Okay. Then tell me smarty."
"These are panty hose."
"Really?" she asked. "Then tell me what kind of panties I am wearing."
He studied her face for a minute before replying that she was looking VERY mischievous. After analyzing her grinning face for several minutes, he said, "I'm betting you aren't wearing panties."
She just looked at him for a minute and then smiled from ear to ear as she lifted her ass from the seat to pull her skirt up. "Okay," she said laughing. "Tell me how did you know that?" She raised her skirt to show him he was exactly on target.
The nude colored panty hose were accentuated by one narrow dark spot in the crotch—the landing strip of her pubic hair.
"With a skirt cut like that I'm betting that you really don't want to show panty lines," he said with a smile.
"You really are a smarty," she replied laughing.
"I'll bet you one more thing," he challenged. "I bet that your pussy is extremely moist right about now."
