Sarah and I worked for the same company around 5 years ago, she was a pretty and sexy little thing in her mid 20's and certainly brightened up the days of us older guys. She had a fiance' and after a year or so moved in with him and they moved away. I moved jobs and a few months ago had nipped into a supermarket to grab a sandwich one lunchtime before meeting a client, and bumped into Sarah who informed me that she was obviously now married, no kids, worked for a firm of accountants and lived just down the road from where we were - some 80m from where I am based. She asked all about the one we used to work with and said if you're up this way again we should have a coffee and a natter, proceeded to give me her mobile number and a peck on the cheek before heading back to work. She looked as hot as ever in her fitted skirt and heels. I got back in my car and a WhatsApp message appeared saying how nice it was to bump into me and have a catch up. I replied and thought no more of it than a purely innocent exchange between former colleagues. Later that evening there was a further exchange of messages, filling me in on what she'd been up to etc and asking about me. She had just had her 30th birthday and had been away with her girlfriends, typical girlie weekend of spa and night out. She then sent a pic of her on her birthday looking stunning in short red dress and heels. I was conscious to not push anything and just replied "very pretty - as always". She sent a smile back and said "do you think it was too short - I don't think I showed anyone my stockingtops - quite!". I smiled to myself at the thought of her in stockings...and the fact that she was becoming a bit cheeky. I replied "I doubt if anyone would object to seeing your stockingtops so don't worry" She said thank you, and then said that one older guy had been buying her champagne and teasing her at the bar, and wanted to know if she was wearing stockings or tights. I asked if she had put him out of his misery and she said she took his hand and let him feel her suspender clasps through her dress, before giving him a peck on the cheek and going to find her friends! I smiled and despite sensing that she was being a bit flirtatious, kept behaving for fear of overstepping the mark and her thinking I was a dirty old man! She then said she was going to top up her wine, so I thought maybe she was a bit frisky though that and would feel embarrassed in the cold light of day. I asked about her husband and married life and she gave some fairly unenthusiastic answers which made me wonder if in fact she was looking for some attention and fun.... I then dismissed it, as my own overactive imagination. I asked where her husband was, and she replied he worked away a couple of nights most weeks, adding that she had a lovely big bed to herself. It was getting late by now and I said I needed to turn in and go to bed. I lay in bed having some rather wicked thoughts about her and couldn't help thinking that she was in need of some fun... The following morning another message...I picked up my phone, and it was Sarah.... no mention of being tiddly or embarrassed, but more subtle flirting, asking if I was in bed or up, or in bed and up.... She said she had a later start that day and was lying in bed wondering what to wear for the day.... I replied that I would be happy to give some advice if she gave me a shortlist of options... She replied, grey shift dress with sheer black stockings and heels, navy skirt with navy stockings and a cream silk top, red skirt with black stockings and boots.... I replied that since all contained stockings, I couldn't possibly choose...she smiled and replied that she rarely wore tights, unless a very short skirt and loved stockings and holdups, and always matching lingerie... I was lay in my hotel bed naked and by now sporting a hard on, knowing I had the luxury of a lie in....she announced she was going for a shower and I lay there slowly wanking my cock and imagining her... Some 20 mins later, another message, "I have narrowed it down to two outfits - followed by two pics, one in the grey dress and one in the shorter red skirt....her hair was still wet and tousled but she looked amazing in both.... I replied "spoilt for choice....you have amazing legs..." Next another pic with her revealing a glimpse of her stockingtop and suspender clip... little minx... I replied "you are being naughty.....but I like it a lot....does your husband know you send such sexy pics to other men?" She replied, no...and I won't be telling him what I send to you..." suggesting that there may be more to come. Another selfie of her in the grey dress with hair and make up done and a kiss, wishing me a good day and telling me she enjoyed our chats.... I needed to be up and showered and closed my eyes, imagining her in her stockings and heels as I wanked myself off imagining cumming deep in her tight little hole.... Later that morning another message exchange when she asked if I'd enjoyed her pics...then how much I had enjoyed them... she asked specifically if I had been getting horny and I admitted wanking off after our chat....she said she liked that thought and just said mmm...our little secret..... over the coming days and weeks, our WhatsApp chats became frequent, and increasingly erotic, photos became sexier and sexier as we planned our first of many meets.