Had I known I’d be driving over to Leeds before I left the house I’d probably have worn tights, but because I thought I’d be spending all day behind the desk I was wearing the new ASDA skirt (the one I wore when I went to Birmingham last time) with sheer black hold-ups.
At my desk the stockings were a nice daring little event for my private enjoyment, but with me driving a car, as I’d learnt on the way to the office, it was a bit of a problem. You see it’s all but impossible to cover my leg enough to hide the stocking tops.
Before the three of us left the building (I was driving two male colleagues) I nipped in to the loo in order to pull my stockings as high up my thigh as they would go. At this time I also considered putting my knickers on (which were in my handbag) but, in a fit of bravery, decided not to. Walking to the car park, the feel of the cold air around my thighs and between my legs was really very enjoyable and I was pleased I hadn’t put my knickers on.
As I got in to the car I made sure my skirt was pulled down as low as I reasonably could and sat down. But when I plonked myself down on to the seat, for just a split second there was a flash of pale the skin above the top of my left stocking. I quickly adjusted my skirt and all was well with just an occasional slight peep of the thicker, darker part of the stocking top visible when I changed gear; which would just have to be OK.
For most of the time, I kept my left arm off the steering wheel and laying it on my leg covering the highest part of the split; only revealing it when I needed to change gear. After I while I started to forget about it and ended up leaving the split uncovered for more time than it was covered. Resigned to the fact that the two men I was with surely must have already seen everything they were going to see anyway.
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