Stocking Trouble story | shoes, bare feet, legs

It was 6:30am, Monday morning and Sarah was getting ready for work. She was almost ready when she noticed a long run in the back of her tan stocking.

“Oh no! not today,” she thought. She panicked and headed back up the stairs, kicking her shoes off as she ran. “Swish,” off came the left stocking and floated in the air as it was flung across the bed. She didn’t have another pair the same color so kicked of the other shoe, stripping off the other stocking. She quickly thrust her bare feet into the heels but by now her feet were hot and the shoes felt too tight.

“DAMN!” she hissed under her breath, searching frantically through all of her drawers looking for another pair of stockings.

"DAMMIT!" she growled as she checked the time again. Finally she checked the nightstand drawer next to her bed, where she kept the rest of her underwear. She pulled out the top drawer completely out and scattered the contents onto the bed. She breathed a sigh of relief as she found a nice pair of "Sheer Nude" stockings. She slipped her hand inside of one to check for snags or runs, and started to pull it over her right foot. Rrrrrippp, a huge run appeared from a hole near the toe. She found another pair, but on closer examination, they had a hole as well. She searched the rest of the pile, and each stocking had a small hole, always in the same area of the toe.

“Damn you bitch!” she screamed. It was Maria, it had to be Maria! When she was over last night, she had sat on the bed while using the telephone. She must have gone through the entire drawer ruining every pair with a small, well-placed puncture.

"Why would she do such a thing?" Sarah asked herself, as she searched in vain for an undamaged stocking. "Was this to make up for that meeting when I stole her boot? Sarah remembered the look on Maria's face as her sock had slipped away from her toes, stranding her there, barefoot in a meeting. "Maybe she wanted me to know what it feels like," she told herself. Sarah hated going barefoot. She never went without stockings, but there wasn't any time to stop and buy another pair. Sarah glanced toward the closet, and saw the laundry she had neglected to fold. Maybe, just maybe, Maria hadn't seen the one remaining pair of stockings in the clean laundry. “Last chance,” Sarah thought. If they were not there, she would be going barefoot. She grabbed them, examining the sheer fabric. Finding no defects, she slid them over her legs carefully. They were a little bit loose, but she didn’t have time to worry about it. She slipped her feet into her heels and set off for work, nearly an hour late.

Maria was going to hate this. She would be expecting Sarah to arrive, white legs and bare feet in her high heels. Dream on Maria! She rode in silence as the train neared the Loop, and approached her stop. Her apprehension increased as she neared the office. There was a staff meeting this afternoon, and she and Maria would both be attending, probably sitting near each other. After learning that her little stunt had failed, Maria would more relentless than ever, and the shoe wars would begin again. Sarah paused. If Maria was planning something, stockings could actually be a disadvantage. Her shoes were easier to slide off in stockings than with bare feet...she pushed the thought from her mind as she arrived at the office.

The morning went by without comment from Maria. They went to lunch together, and Sarah waited for Maria to try something, but nothing happened. After lunch, they headed off to the meeting, and Sarah couldn't resist gloating.

"I don’t usually wear these shiny black heels with tan stockings," Sarah said, "but for some reason, today I just couldn't find any black ones,"

Maria turned toward her with an icy stare. "Well I hope you like your tan stockings when you find yourself shoeless, walking all the way home in them!" They walked on, but neither spoke as they entered the conference room. Sarah noticed that Maria avoided the seat where she had lost her boot, and then her sock. Only two seats were empty, and they were next to each other. Sarah made a mental tally of the cost of her ruined hosiery, still strewn over her bed. It had been difficult to strip Maria of her boot in the previous meeting, but this time Maria had been less careful. Today, she wore trousers with the most elegant high heels over incredibly sheer, faint black stockings.

"This is going to be easy," Sarah thought to herself as they sat down, next to each other, their backs to the wall. Maybe she would deliberately snag Maria's stockings just to be spiteful. Sarah knew she would not have to say much in this meeting, so she could turn her full attention to her revenge, stealing Maria's shoe. In fact, maybe she would steal both shoes! Five minutes into the meeting, all was calm, but Sarah noticed that Maria sat with her feet tucked under her chair, looking around nervously. As the meeting went on, she knew Maria would let down her guard, and when Mr. Stoddard asked Maria a question, she shifted in her seat and extended her legs in front of her.

"Easy!” thought Sarah and quickly pinned Maria’s foot to the chair-leg. She slipped her own shoes off and used her stockinged foot to pry off Maria’s left shoe. It slipped off so easily over her sheer stockinged foot. Sarah quickly moved it out of reach, pulling it under her chair with her stockinged foot, and then grabbing it with her hand. Maria was shocked! She hadn’t been on guard and had already lost one shoe, and now she could see that Sarah was not letting up. Sarah hooked both nyloned feet over Maria’s right shoe and pulled at the heel. This time Maria was putting up a struggle, though, and several of their co-workers looked at them, wondering about the commotion under the table. Maria's legs were not as long as Sarah's, and finally, her shoe slipped free of her heel and Sarah pushed it beyond her reach with her toes.

Maria stretched her feet out under the table, searching in vain for the shoes that she knew were long gone. It was drafty in the large room and her feet were getting cold already. She was desperate to get back at Sarah but her all of her plans had failed. Sarah sat confidently, her feet firmly in her shoes, legs extended well out of Maria's reach.

Ten minutes passed while Sarah savored her victory. The meeting was winding down, and Maria just sat there dejectedly, her stockinged feet hidden beneath her chair. Sarah scribbled a note and passed it to Maria. “I know what you did to all my stockings, but if you admit it and apologize, you can have one of your shoes back." Sarah leaned toward Maria and added in a whisper, "But you'll have to buy me five new pairs or else!”

Maria turned to her, looking sullen. "O.K. I did it. And I'm really sorry. You win again, now can I have my shoes back?”

"Hhmmmmm, NO!" Sarah said, “Well, maybe, but on one condition..."

Maria looked at Sarah fearing the worst, but did not speak. Mr. Stoddard dimmed the lights and started a video presentation the company's PR firm had just completed.

“You may have your shoes if you give me your stockings and wear them barefoot," Sarah said.

Even in the dim light, Sarah could see Maria's face go white, and she already knew what Maria was going to say next.

"I can't," Maria whispered, in a pleading tone. She jotted a note on her pad of paper and handed it to Sarah. The note had one word, underlined over and over. It said "Pantyhose."

"As if I didn't know that," Sarah thought to herself. A fresh rush of adrenaline raged through her as she contemplated raising the stakes in their little game.

"That's a problem," Sarah whispered sympathetically, "but it's not my problem. I’ll trade the shoes for the stockings, that's the deal."

Maria just sat there, staring blankly into space. She couldn’t stand the thought of another day of wandering the office without her shoes. The last few times Sarah had stolen her shoes, she had lied and told people she had broken a heel, or twisted her ankle, but she was running out of excuses. She made up her mind, she just had to get her shoe back, no matter what.

Maria looked around the room, to see if anyone was paying attention. It was very dark, and everyone was facing the monitor and watching the video presentation. Maria closed her eyes, and inched her hand toward her belt, unhooking it silently. She heard Sarah draw her breath in sharply, as the muffled sound of the zipper floated into the air. Maria held her breath, and sat motionless.

"I can't do it," she whispered.

Sarah did not meet her gaze. "Whatever," she said, trying to sound unconcerned, but barely hiding the tremor in her own voice. Nothing happened for a moment, but then out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Maria was easing the zipper down slowly.

Maria contemplated how long it my take to get her pants off, strip her stockings off, and then get her pants up again. She had changed her clothes in her car, in the garage once before, but this was risky. A minute, or a minute and a half, she thought. But what if the video suddenly ended and the lights came back on? Maria cautiously pulled her arms from her jacket sleeves and laid her blazer across her lap. Moving slowly now, she pushed her trousers down over her hips, past the edge of the seat cushion. She was at the point of no return. Looking around the room, no one was paying any attention to her, and her trousers were already halfway down. She pushed them over her knees and felt a sudden of rush of cold air as the wool pants fell to the carpet, bunching around her ankles.

Sarah was tempted to snatch the coat from Maria's lap, but she was paralyzed. She couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed like Maria had pulled her trousers down! She wouldn’t dare! It was incredible! Sarah had never thought it would go this far, she had intended to tease and maybe threaten Maria, but once it had started to play out, she just couldn't stop herself. Sarah could see that Maria was shifting nervously in her seat, and Sarah thought about just handing over the shoes and calling the whole thing off, but suddenly, she heard the muted sound of nylon rubbing against skin.

Maria had rolled the waistband down very slowly, so as not to attract any attention, but it was time to switch gears. Speed was the thing now, just get this over with as quickly as possible. She lifted imperceptibly in her seat and pulled the hosiery over her rear, and was shocked by the feel of the leather chair against her bare skin. Her underpants had become rolled up in the pantyhose, and she could not separate them. Her heart thundered in her chest as she slid the stockings over her thighs and past her knees. She stepped out of the trousers that were slumped around her ankles, and carefully rolled the stocking off of her right foot. As she tried to remove her other leg, she lost hold of the pantyhose, and they fell to the floor. Her naked toes brushed over her stockinged calf, rolling the nylon down until finally, she was able to pull her other leg free. She pulled the discarded hosiery from the floor with her toes, and grabbed them with her hand.

Sarah could barely breath. She could tell Maria was doing something, maybe even taking her trousers off, but she couldn't see exactly what was happening because of Maria's jacket. That was enough she decided. It was just too risky, she would just give Maria her shoes back, knowing she had taught her a lesson today. Sarah fished the heels from the floor next to her chair, and turned to Maria to see her dabbing the corner of her eye with her sleeve.

"It's alright honey," Sarah said, "you don't have to give me your stockings, I was just teasing you."

Maria pulled her hand from beneath her coat. "You can have the stockings, you sadistic bitch," she said, her eyes welling up and glistening, as she pressed the nylon into Sarah's hands.

Sarah fought back her own tears. She had never intended to upset Maria this way, it had started as just a game. "Are you O.K.?" Sarah asked softly.

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Maria fought to keep her emotions from overflowing, and making things even worse. "No I am not O.K." Maria said, and debated telling Sarah. Finally, she leaned toward her and whispered, "My panties came off with the pantyhose, and I think I lost them on the floor under the table." The texture of the carpet felt foreign and strange underneath her naked toes as her feet searched the area. She felt something smooth, but determined that it was just a piece of paper. She cringed as her bare toes explored the tip of Mr. Appleton’s wing-tip shoe, making certain that her panties were not there. She griped the edge of the table and pulled her chair in tight, slouching down to extend her reach as far as possible, but another several minutes of searching produced nothing. Perhaps they had landed on her side of the table. Maria pushed gently on the table but the chair did not move. She pushed a bit harder, but the chair just wouldn't budge. Instinctively, she felt for the bottom of the chair with her naked toes and discovered that one of the five wheels on the chair had rolled over her pants, and the wheel had snagged inside her pant leg. She pushed back harder, but the chair didn’t move an inch, and her heart sank lower when she thought she might have heard fabric ripping.

Suddenly, the lights came on in the room. Maria was startled, and nearly jumped out of her chair, but she quickly tucked her jacket over her lap, concealing that she was naked below the waist.

“Are you alright Maria?” Mr. Stoddard asked as he sat down again.

“I-well I just…” Maria started, her voice catching in her throat.

“Me too,” Mr. Stoddard said smiling warmly, “I can never stay awake during these things.”

The room erupted into wild laughter, and Maria found herself laughing too, in spite of the terror within her. She watched as everyone stood up, and gathered their things. She was trapped there, stranded with her pants on the floor tangled up under the chair. Once the door to the hallway was opened, anyone walking by would be able to see her bare feet and legs, and maybe even more. She shuddered and tucked the coat over her lap.

Sarah dropped the shoes on the floor and stood up quickly, rounding the table to stand by the door. As Mr. Stoddard reached the door, all of the others had filed out except for Mr. Appleton.

“Mr. Stoddard?” Sarah said, “If the conference room is not booked, I would like to go over the Marshall account with Maria while we’re both here.”

Stoddard looked at his watch. “I think it’s free,” he said squeezing past Sarah, and out the door.

In spite of being half naked, Maria was feeling very warm, hot even. Mr. Appleton just sat there, rummaging through his brief case as if he had no intention of ever leaving. Maria gave a desperate look to Sarah, still standing by the door behind Appleton. Finally, Appleton hoisted himself from the chair, grunted his goodbyes to Maria and Sarah, and stepped toward the door. Maria could not contain her horror as she saw her red panties dragging behind his briefcase, caught on some sharp edge or something. She put her face in her hands, peering between her fingers to see Sarah snatch the red flag from behind him as he passed her.

Sarah quickly locked the doors and drew all the blinds shut.

“I’m so sorry Maria, I had no idea what was going on,” she said. That wasn’t entirely true, but she had to make some amends.

Maria took the panties from Sarah and slipped them on, concealing herself beneath the jacket on her lap.

“I try to trick you into coming to work with bare legs, and I end up nearly naked,” Maria said, “I just can’t believe this happened.” She set the jacket on the chair next to her and rolled up the pantyhose, putting one leg in first. As she pulled them up to her knee, there was a ripping sound as her toes poked through the end. It was just too much, and she started to cry.

“Come on Maria,” Sarah said, “It’s going to be O.K.” She rushed around the table and sat next to her friend, holding her hand and draping her arm around Maria’s shoulder as she finished dressing.

“Come on Maria,” she said again. “You know, it could have been a lot worse. At least nobody saw you, it could have been quite a scene.”

Maria stood up and tightened her belt and tucked her shirt in before slipping her bare feet into her shoes again. She looked down at Sarah, seeing that she was leaning very far back in her chair. “Well we wouldn’t want to make a scene now, would we?” she said, and grabbed Sarah’s leg above the ankle, stripping her shoe off in one fluid motion. She hooked her elbow under Sarah’s ankle and pinned it between her arm and her ribs, and began to tickle her violently. “We wouldn’t want to attract any attention now, would we?” she said, as Sarah laughed and screamed, in spite of her attempts to be quiet.

Between fits of laughter and hysterical screams, Sarah begged her to stop, but Maria was relentless. Sarah expected someone to come in at any second to see what all the commotion was about. As she kicked and flailed and laughed, she slid lower and lower in the chair until finally, she fell to the floor and Maria let go of her stockinged foot.

They both found their seats again, and Sarah pulled a compact from her purse to inspect her makeup, streaked from tears of laughter. “I’m sorry things got out of control today,” Sarah said, glancing down at Maria’s feet, and then added, “and I’m sorry you have to wear your pretty shoes without any stockings.”

Maria picked up Sarah’s empty shoe from under the table. “Well there’s really no harm done I guess,” she said, and then added, “but I’m sorry you have to wear your pretty stocking without a shoe.” Maria tucked the shoe under her arm and walked out the conference room without looking back.