Torn nylon: Elevator Encounter

What started as an innocent real estate tour quickly escalated into a heated rendezvous in an elevator.

The day started ordinarily enough, but it quickly became clear that this was no typical tour. Alexander Hart—tall, dark, and handsome—was the epitome of a cliché brought to life. The moment our eyes met, I knew this was going to be anything but boring.

I led him through the ground floor, adding an extra sway to my hips, feeling his gaze on my legs. My favorite sheer black pantyhose made my legs look incredible, and I could feel the tension building, the air thick with anticipation. I bent over to point out an electrical outlet, giving him a nice view of my ass, my skirt riding up just enough to reveal more of my thighs. I heard his sharp intake of breath behind me, and I smiled to myself. Hook, line, and sinker.

I made a comment about the offices seeing some serious action, hinting at their durability. His eyes darkened with desire, and I could see the growing bulge in his pants. He replied with a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine, his smirk hinting at the possibilities.

As we walked, I made sure to brush against him, feeling the heat radiating from his body. The tension between us was palpable. We reached the elevator, and as the doors closed, sealing us off from the world outside, I knew it was time to make my move.

I turned to face him, my back pressing against the cool metal of the elevator wall. I ran my hands down my sides, drawing his gaze to my hips, my thighs, my legs covered in sheer pantyhose. I asked if he liked what he saw.

His eyes roamed over me, hungry and intense. He replied that he did, very much. I chuckled, a mix of amusement and arousal, as I slowly hiked up my skirt, revealing more of my pantyhosed thighs