Thigh High Stockings At The Bus Stop

She looked so beautiful sitting there at the bus stop. I remember her legs; they were long and tan and dressed in silky smooth thigh highs. Her skirt moved up when she crossed her legs and I could see the garters clinging to her tan skin. She turned her head and smiled at me while I waited for the light. Her eyes were so dazzling. I think they were green, maybe blue. Every movement she made seemed to motion me. As if she was calling me to her.

Traci had gotten a job as a maid in a rich man's house. She seemed just like any blond 26-year old woman - long legs covered with thigh high stockings, slender waist and high size C breasts. She had a heart-shaped face and chuckled at all the right times.

Traci sort of liked cleaning, and they gave her a uniform to wear at work, like a French maid's uniform only less revealing. Traci liked to tease the men in the house and was always finding ways to show more leg or a little more cleavage. She had also taken to wearing a garter belt and stockings to work so she could show off her thighs over the top of the stockings.

The master of the house was usually out of town a lot, but she still had the two gardeners, a major domo and a couple other men to entice as she happily straightened and dusted and cleaned. All things considered, it was a good job - reasonable work, good pay, and friendly staff.

One day, after Traci had been working there for about a couple of months, the master of the house came into the library as she was dusting books. He sat down at his desk and started opening files and looking at papers. Traci peeked at him as she dusted. He was very good-looking, with a neatly trimmed beard, dark hair and a very athletic build. Traci felt very naughty.

She made sure to dust the top books. That way, whenever he looked up, he would see her black nylons, garter belt and white thighs. He would also see her black lace panties. It excited Traci to think about exciting this rich, powerful, nice-looking man.

She made a little more rustling noise than usual and her legs rubbed against each other, so that several times the master was interrupted from his work to look up at her. She hoped she was getting to him. She must have been, because finally he said "Come here. I want to talk to you". He sounded harsh and stern.

Traci got down off her ladder, showing as much leg as possible. She also smiled showing her dimples. When she stood in front on the desk, she noticed that he was starting to smile. She began to feel a little nervous....

imagine what happened next……