Thigh-High Fetish: Seducing Him with My Lingerie

Seducing him with his thigh-high fetish.

A thigh-high fetish play is so fun and so easy to play with… First of all, I love dressing up. I have an extensive collection of sexy lingerie, including black stockings, thigh-highs, pantyhose, and all kinds of bras, thongs, and slips. It’s an exciting and addictive habit. Honestly, I love feeling sexy and looking in the mirror, knowing I look amazing. I love knowing that everyone would be staring if I walked out onto the street in my underwear. But it’s even more fun for me when I get to allow ‘peeks’ of my lingerie as I’m out and about doing everyday things.

Let’s start our adventure in the design office I worked at. Oh, what a wonderful and naughty experience it was. The office was full of men, ranging from older men in their sixties to younger men closer to my age, in their early twenties. I was just nineteen when I worked this job, but I had already amassed a nice collection of lingerie and sexy underwear. Honestly, I was a thigh-high fetish princess before even knowing it was a thing. I don’t even have to mention the gorgeous heels. Since I mostly sat around when I worked there, I could wear my prettiest stiletto heels all day. Click click click. You could hear me coming from down the hall. It’s time to put your phone down for a sexy little distraction from your computer.

What a thrilling feeling.

To walk past several offices and know that there are sneaky eyes in every single one. Guys looking up from their phones to catch a sly glimpse of me as I walk by. Pairs of eyes following me and growing excited at the peek of the straps on my thigh-highs. I didn’t know a thigh-high fetish was a thing then, but I sure loved to wear them anyways. They felt sexy to me. They always have. And, of course, women notice these things. We see when a specific top has men giving us extra affection and attention. We notice when the men at the office seem to follow us with wandering eyes whenever we wear a particular pair of heels or a certain skirt.

It was exciting to feel so coveted by an entire office. But of course, it wasn’t just to tease them. I was an insatiable little flirt back then too. And I had a little crush on the supervisor who manned the front desk and took care of any clients stopping in for a consultation. Since I often had my work done early and had plenty of free time, I would play satellite around his desk. I would pass by, flirting, chatting, asking him about the day’s work. All the while, his secret thigh-high fetish flared up. He struggled to keep his eyes off my thighs and my skirt.

I loved to play with his thigh-high fetish.

The more attention that I got, the more I would wear such naughty lingerie. I would lean forward, resting on the desk as I spoke with him. He loved that angle in particular. He would indulge in the sight of me. As I rested with my arms folded on the edge of the desk, he saw it all: the curve of my back, leading up to my perfect little ass, down to my too-short pencil skirt, and the straps of my thigh-highs as they led down to my black, red-bottom stilettos. It was pure visual ecstasy that I loved to prepare for him and his thigh-high fetish.

I did end up fucking him a few times, too. He could never keep his eyes off me, and I was an addict to the attention and validation of being the sexy little thing they all wanted. So when I rested my hand on his forearm and saw him stumble over his words, I knew the games were on. I told him I knew how his eyes followed me and how he grew hard for me anytime I stepped by. One little wink was all it took to steal him away to the unused conference room. And then, well, I’m sure your mind can run wild with everything we did… Don’t you wish I was your little office tease, too?

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