.... "Tell me, Little One," she gently prodded, "tell me a secret. Tell me a secret so very well kept. Tell me just one today. You know you must. You'll feel ever so much better." She smiled, crossed her shapely, long, nylon clad legs. She watched your face for any reaction. She purposely let her skirt ride up her thing. Not whorishly..... seductively. She caught it! "You like it, don't you?" "What?" "Don't lie, Little One. You like my legs. You can't seem to take your eyes off them. Trying to peek up my skirt, you bad boy?" "no, no i didn't...." an almost pleading whisper "Now that's interesting. Yes, interesting." she smiled. Did she have something? Did she pick up a scent? "Most men wouldn't mind acknowledging they liked a well shaped woman's leg." She shifted her weight and you heard the 'sizzle' of nylon rubbing on nylon. Again, she caught your reaction. "It IS the legs, isn't it??? Hmmmmm, maybe not." she said thoughtfully. "What is it then, if not the legs? What is it Little One?" Before you could answer, she shifted again, slowly rubbing her legs together. Again you heard the nylon rubbing. She saw you flinch. "Ah, I think I understand now!" she mused. She was proud of herself. "It's the stockings. The nylons! Isn't it, Little One? It's my nylons!" "yes." You were compelled to tell the truth. "Oh! Little One! Now THIS is interesting! I think we may have made a break through!" -- LATER -- A Corporate Executive Office -- "So what have we accomplished after seven secessions? Do we know 'Little One' any better?" The stylish, aggressive woman executive took a particular delight in your new nickname, 'Little One. |