Hosiery saleslady Sophia is sitting at her desk in the factory office, when she gets a phone call from an interested customer. Always happy to oblige, she describes in detail what she is wearing to the inquirer, while stripping off her attire and parading in her racy underwear, stockings and stiletto heels.
‘I’m dressed very smart, wearing black fully-fashioned stockings and some designer stiletto heels.’ Sophia graciously responded to the customer on the phone, regarding their inquiry as to how she was attired. ‘Ah, my underwear?’ she continued, happy to describe what she was wearing underneath her jacket and pencil skirt. ‘Well, it’s quite a racy red number, the bra is a demi-cup that fits my breasts rather well. Panties are sheer and the red garter-belt has six-straps with shiny metal clasps attached to the deep-tops of my nylons.’
Sophia leaned over the desk, holding the phone up to her ear as she talked to the strange customer on the other end of the line, smoothing her hands over the tight material of the pencil skirt that clung to the curve of her ass.
‘How does it make me feel? It makes me feel feminine, elegant and very sexy.’ Sophia continued to engage with her caller, intrigued by their intimate questions. ‘ Well, I suppose I could take my suit off, but my boss could come back at any minute.’ Sophia hesitated a moment, thinking about following through with the callers request, then said, ‘Though he does like me to model the designs for him, so maybe I could. Let me just put the phone down, I’ll be right back!’
Sophia removed her jacket and stripped off the red lace bra, then fondled and pressed her all natural boobs together with her forearms. She unzipped the skirt, sliding it over her pantied ass and the red suspenders attached to her seamed nylons. Allowing the skirt slide down her stockinged legs to the floor, she stepped out of it, then picked up the phone to continue talking to the mysterious customer.
‘Are you still there?’ Sophia sat on the desk and reached down to stroke her legs in their seamed nylon stockings and shiny leather heels. ‘Oh, yes. I did take my bra off,’ she continued talking to the excited caller. ‘It is rather naughty of me, isn’t it? So now I’m going to take off my panties, but of course the stockings must always stay on, absolutely.’
Standing, Sophia made a show of slipping her panties down, leaving them just under her exposed bum cheeks. ‘I’ve just pulled them down and they are underneath my bottom,’ she smiled naughtily, kneeling on the chair with her panties stretched around her thighs and stocking tops. ‘I hope no-one comes into the office.’