Let me begin by telling you a little about J. She is mature (50's), slim and 5'9" tall with the most gorgeous slender legs and body. Very elegant and demure. J always wears stockings for work, usually Tan or coffee colour. Skirted business suits and court shoes (very much the Lady) The following is as told to me by J. It all began when J went to work for a small Architects office as a P.A. There were 2 Architects and J. She had been working there for about 6 months when one day a 'stationery salesman' knocked on the office door. At first J was not going to let him in but he was very insistent so she did. He followed her down the long narrow corridor to her office. She sat at her desk and he sat across from her and started to show her is portfolio. J noticed that he had pulled his chair away from her desk but thought nothing of it. However, she became aware that while her eyes were on the brochure his were on her legs which were crossed under her desk ( No vanity board ). At first J was not amused and tried to position herself away from his gaze but the more he stared the less uncomfortable J become. While her legs were crossed she allowed the heel of her shoe to fall off and dangled her shoe from her toes. This seemed to intensify his interest. Shortly after this he looked at his watch and made to leave, being late for his next appointment. Before leaving he gave J his business card and arranged to 'pop' by in 2 weeks. J said nothing to me later that evening, all was revealed much later. A fortnight passed and J was getting ready for work as usual. I to was getting ready for work but noticed out of the corner of my eye J pulling on a pair of her finest-sheerest nylons. I could not let this go without making a comment and asked her why she was going to wear her nicest nylons for work? Her reply was that she had a meeting to go to today and wanted to look her best. I accepted her answer and thought nothing more about it. J went to work looking very smart, her legs shining in her sheer nylons, her skirt tight and JUST above the knee. Her shoes polished and pointed. (to be continued) To recap. A fortnight passed and J was getting ready for work as usual. I to was getting ready for work but noticed out of the corner of my eye J pulling on a pair of her finest-sheerest nylons. I could not let this go without making a comment and asked her why she was going to wear her nicest nylons for work? Her reply was that she had a meeting to go to today and wanted to look her best. I accepted her answer and thought nothing more about it. J went to work looking very smart, her legs shining in her sheer nylons, her skirt tight and JUST above the knee. Her shoes polished and pointed. Around 11 there was a knock on the front door. J left her desk and made her way long the corridor towards the door. She said she stopped half way to adjust her skirt and continued. It was her new Rep (H). H followed J to her office but keeping some way behind her. She could feel his eyes burning into her legs and bottom and heels. J again sat at her desk but this time H stood a few feet away and lent on a filing cabinet. J swung her legs out from under the desk to face him. From there J said he had a very good view of her whole body. He smiled at her and made no attempt to disguise the fact that he was admiring my wife’s legs whilst his hand appeared to be moving in his pocket. J had thought about his next visit for two weeks and been extremely excitable in bed over this period. She was enjoying the attention this man was giving her and it made it all the more exciting for her knowing that she had control over what 'would' or 'would not' happen. She constantly crossed and uncrossed her legs. Every time she did this his hand would work faster in his pocket. She began fantasising about what his cock looked like. J was wondering how far it may go when H spoke. He began by telling J how much he admired women who dress smartly and make an effort to look presentable. She thanked him and continued to slide the shoe off the back of her heel exposing the reinforced heel and part of her reinforced toe section of her nylons. H was obviously enjoying the sight of my wife’s nylon covered legs and to my later surprise J was getting just as turned on by letting him see them. He spoke again to say how much he appreciated a slender pair of legs and that J's are the finest he had seen in a long while. J decided to take control again by saying to H, so you like my legs do you H?! He nodded his answer. He then said that so few women these days wear his favourite item which is Nylon stocking with most women preferring to wear tights. J released what H was 'fishing' for and said, so what do you think I am wearing today H? he said he could not tell because her skirt was not short enough to see any further than a few inches above my wife’s knees. Oh dear said J, so perhaps you will never know... shall I keep you guessing H? By now j was swinging her crossed leg in a slow but positive manner, pointing out her leg in H's direction. Suddenly the dangling shoe fell from her toes and landed at H's feet. There was silence for what seemed an age before J spoke. Oh dear, my shoe has fallen off, and cannot reach it from here, would you be a dear and put it back on for me. H knelt and took hold of J's black 3" heel shiny court shoe tightly in his hand. J stretched out her stockinged leg and pointed her stockinged foot towards H. In his kneeling position J had to raise her leg a few inches higher to allow H to place her toes into the shoe. By doing so it gave H his first view of the dark band of my wife’s stocking tops. He hesitated for a few seconds before sliding her shoe firmly into place causing a 'puff' of air to be adjusted from the rear of her shoe. J thanked him and stood up with H still kneeling. She again thanked him and walked over to the door informing him his visit was now over. (to be continued) To recap. Suddenly the dangling shoe fell from her toes and landed at H's feet. There was silence for what seemed an age before J spoke. Oh dear, my shoe has fallen off, and cannot reach it from here, would you be a dear and put it back on for me. H knelt and took hold of J's black 3" heel shiny court shoe tightly in his hand. J stretched out her stockinged leg and pointed her stockinged foot towards H. In his kneeling position J had to raise her leg a few inches higher to allow H to place her toes into the shoe. By doing so it gave H his first view of the dark band of my wife’s stocking tops. He hesitated for a few seconds before sliding her shoe firmly into place causing a 'puff' of air to be adjected from the rear of her shoe. J thanked him and stood up with H still kneeling. She again thanked him and walked over to the door informing him his visit was now over. (to be continued)