This is my first full story, so please be kind. This story features characters and plot-lines first conceived by JoshJack [aka Who Cares]. No copyright infringement is intended. An extra special thanks to JoshJack, by the way, for granting his blessing to this spin-off of sorts of his Maggie stories from LAH.
A Tale of Two Stephanies
This is the story of two women named Stephanie who despite an age difference of nearly 20 years were brought together by their mutual love of hosiery and shoeplay. For the purpose of clarity, we will call the younger Stephanie “Steffy†and the elder Stephanie “Stevie.â€
Steffy Morgan was the quintessential lipstick lesbian. She stood at 5’ 7†tall with long jet black hair, emerald green eyes, and a flawless alabaster complexion. Although every inch of the 23-year-old was stunningly beautiful, the trait that Steffy was most proud of was her feet, which she took meticulous care of by getting pedicures three times a week. They had the gentlest touches of peach on the pads where the bottoms of her feet met the ground. Her feet were just about typical in size, but there was nothing typical about their sensual beauty. Every shapely curve of her feet, from the alluring figure of her heels to the warm slope of her soles to the definition of her high arches to the length of her flirtatious toes was accentuated by her skin’s almost visible softness. Their surface was remarkably smooth and unmarred, with the slightest of wrinkles appearing around her arches when she wiggled her toes. So proud was Steffy of her feet that she loved to show them off by frequently engaging in girlish shoeplay wherever she went.
Steffy also loved to wear stockings. The silky layer of material not only made playing with her shoes easier but also more pleasurable. Years of scouring countless websites and brick and mortar shops for years, netted her a collection of nearly 150 pairs of pantyhose, tights and thigh-highs in a wide range of colors, styles and brands, and she got a lot of use out of them because she would shroud her legs and feet in hose virtually around the clock—even to bed at night—changing pairs as often as three times a day.
Steffy’s fetish was two-fold. She got a sexual thrill from not only playing with her shoes, but also from watching other women play with theirs, specifically women in business attire—such as a skirt suit or a dress. Over the years, she had downloaded dozens of videos of well-dressed women dipping, dangling or kicking off their shoes. Most of the videos featured actresses in old movies and TV shows wearing nylons. Steffy loved how nylon-clad starlets of yesteryear permeated an aura of sensuousness and thought that most actresses nowadays would look more elegant if they wore hose more often.
Since graduating from college last May, Steffy had been working as a file clerk at an office building downtown. The pay was generous, the commute was convenient, and her daily tasks were quite reasonable. Even though the company’s dress code allowed her to wear pants, Steffy still wore a skirt or dress with hose and heels everyday because the only kind of pants she liked to wear were skinny jeans, sweatpants and leggings—neither of which were allowed. By the end of her first week, she had become well known around the office for being quick to remove her shoes. Steffy never failed to dangle or toy with her pumps when sitting at her desk, dip out of them when standing, or simply kick them off and walk around in her stocking feet—sometimes forgetting where she ditched them and ending up having to look in two or more places before she found them.
The office was too professional to be caught walking around without shoes, but Steffy and several other female employees—including Louise, the head of Human Resources—regularly broke this rule. One woman around the office in particular whose shoeplay had provided Steffy with endless sexual stimulation was Lisa, who had conducted her interview for the job. That day, Lisa had brought Steffy to a conference room where a hole had been cut in the floor under the table. Noticing the hole immediately and recalling the numerous times in high school that she played with her shoes during her twin brother Trent’s football games and ended up kicking one or both of them under the bleachers, Steffy opted to not tempt fate and eased her feet out of her shoes as soon as she sat down. However, Lisa failed to notice the hole had slipped out of both of her flats, leaving her toes being merely inside of them as she twirled them around under her seat. After only a few minutes, Lisa had accidentally pushed the right shoe into the hole. Without calling any attention to herself, Lisa attempted to reclaim the missing shoe by casually feeling around for it with her unshod foot. She took a furtive glance down under the table and finally discovered the hole. She was so relieved to know where her shoe was that she didn’t care that she had no way of retrieving it. Instead, she just put her now unshod right foot inside her left shoe together with her left foot and continued to play with the one shoe for the rest of the interview.
Lisa looked so poised and cavalier from the waist up that Steffy was oblivious to her shoe loss until the interview was over. After putting her shoes back on, Steffy stood up and spotted Lisa’s wayward flat lying in the hole along with another empty shoe—a purple kitten heel pump. It was clear that Lisa was not the hole’s first victim and quite possibly wouldn’t be its last before all was said and done. Self-conscious about being seen walking around with only one shoe, Lisa hurriedly escorted her out to the room and out to the elevator before Steffy could say anything to her about it. Luckily, her opaque black stocking foot blended so well with the black trousers she was wearing that nobody other than Steffy seemed aware of her plight. Although Steffy preferred women who wore skirts instead of pants, there was something that still excited her about seeing Lisa in her one-shod state.
Later that afternoon, Steffy was back at her apartment. She had taken off the navy pinstriped suit she wore to the interview and was sitting in her recliner in the living room with her white oxford shirt unbuttoned, exposing the navy and black bodysuit and shimmery beige Wolford Neon 40 pantyhose that she wore underneath. A large bowl of microwaved popcorn, tall glass of Pepsi on the rocks and her cell phone sat on the end table to her right. As she sat watching an old Alicia Silverstone movie on Showtime with her right leg was crossed over her left knee, her black moccasin started to dangle from her toes. The shoe teetered more and more precariously from its perch, swaying back and forth like a metronome while Steffy shoveled a handful of kernels into her mouth. Her concentration remained unbroken until the phone suddenly rang. Steffy quickly sat up, causing her shoe to drop. Instead of putting it back on, she uncrossed her legs, picked up the phone and answered it once recognized Lisa’s office number.
“Lisa, this is a pleasant surprise.†Steffy remarked as she pushed off her left shoe with her stocking toes. “I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.†Steffy added as she elevated her left foot and wiggled her toes a few times before setting it down on top of her empty left moccasin.
“Actually, I’m calling you about a shoe.†Lisa said on the other end of line while once again circling her shoes again under her chair under her desk.
“A shoe?†Steffy asked as she recrossed her right leg over her right knee.
“Yeah, apparently there was a hole under the table we were sitting at, and there was a purple pump found in there,†Lisa said as Steffy grit her teeth together to keep from laughing. “I was calling to see if it was yours.â€
“Ohhh, no it isn’t, sorry.†Steffy replied as she elevated her left foot again and set it back down on top of her moccasin a few times. “I wore navy shoes today. Speaking of shoes, did you find yours?â€
Lisa’s faced flushed beet red before she sheepishly replied, “Wait, you noticed that I was walking around without a shoe? How come you didn’t say anything?â€
“I couldn’t, you were rushing me out of there so fast.†Steffy said as stretched out her right toes reclaim her dropped right shoe while still keeping her legs crossed. “Besides, I figured you were too embarrassed. So how did you get it back?â€
“My friend Maggie here at the office managed to sneak back in the room for me and get it. Ugh, I still can’t believe I lost my shoe like that. Oh well, I guess it’s my own fault for being so reckless while playing with my shoes.†Lisa lamented as she continued circling her shoes under her chair in a pretty fast motion.
“I can’t believe you didn’t notice that hole.†Steffy said as popped the heel off her right shoe, causing it to dangle again. “I was so afraid of losing my shoes in it that I took mine off as soon as I sat down.â€
“You see, I never would have thought of that.†Lisa said and laughed, feeling better about her faux pas. “Even if I did see it, I probably would have played with shoes anyway. I just can’t help myself. In fact, I’m doing it right now.â€
“Hey, I understand.†Steffy said and laughed as she curled her toes to let her mocassin drop again. “I like to play with my shoes, too. I don’t know what it is I like about it,†she added while looking down at her nylon-covered toes as she wiggled them. “I’ve just always done it, ever since I was a little girl.†She told her as she put her feet up into the chair and folded up her legs into the lotus position. “My feet don’t even have to hurt or be tired, I just feel more relaxed when I do it.â€
“Totally, I was just saying the same thing to Maggie when I asked her to help me get my shoe. You’ll meet her Monday, she’s kind of a shoeplay denier.â€
“A shoeplay denier?â€
“She says that she doesn’t play with her shoes, but she’s always taking them off at her desk.†Lisa replied and both women laughed.
“Yeah, that is weird.†Steffy remarked while imagining Lisa giving her a stocking-covered footjob under the conference room table. “You know, I think you and me are gonna get along just fine.â€
“Yeah, me too. Well, I better let you go. I still have to find out whose shoe this belongs to. Again, welcome to the team, I’ll see you Monday.â€
“Thanks again, and good luck.†Steffy said.
“Good bye.†Lisa said.
“Yeah, good bye.†Steffy replied coyly and hung up.
Everyday, Lisa treated Steffy to a sumptuous buffet of dangling, dipping, dropping and heel-popping. Unfortunately, before Steffy could muster the gumption to ask her out, she found out that Lisa was straight. Since all of the other shoeplayers at work were also straight, and a few of them even married, Steffy’s affections quickly turned to Stevie Andrews—a 42-year-old, 5’ 8†buxom blonde with bluish-gray eyes, a slender build and a fair complexion whom worked at a secondhand bookstore just up the street from her apartment building.
The two women did not actually meet right away. For months, Steffy would pass by Stevie’s store on her way to the bus stop each morning, catching short glimpses through the plate glass display window of a sharply dressed Stevie in a skirt suit and hose-covered legs prepping the store for the day’s business. While she didn’t get a good look at Stevie’s feet, Steffy would always see an empty pair of pumps sitting behind the counter near the cash register. Weeks later, Steffy started leaving her place a few minutes earlier to give herself extra time stop by the store in hopes of seeing the cute shopkeeper’s feet. Having no luck that way, she kept promising herself that she would go into the store one day after work to browse, but she’d always forget until long after it was closed.
One Monday morning, Steffy finally spotted Stevie standing by the cash register wearing a purple pinstripe suit and a peach and purple striped blouse with beige hose and matching purple pumps that she had appeared to have just taken off. She watched Stevie in awe gracefully rub her left stocking foot up and down her right calf. Steffy herself liked to do the same thing when she stood in one place for a period of time, relishing the intoxicating “fiss†sound and tingly feel of her hose-covered foot gliding up down her other leg with every stroke. She was so transfixed with Stevie’s shoeplay show that she had only snapped out of it after momentarily glancing at her watch and realizing the bus was due at the stop in just two minutes.
“Oh shit!†She muttered to herself and quickly rushed off to catch it in time.
Steffy didn’t know it, but Stevie had installed a hidden camera outside the store over the weekend and had been watching her watch her all this time. As a bisexual, she herself liked to oggle girls when they played with their shoes, so she didn’t mind when she caught guys staring at her feet because she totally understood the attraction. In fact, she started playing with her own shoes as a way to satiate her fetish.
However, this was the first time she had caught another girl staring, and it sent morsels of lust tickling through her entire body. Stevie felt that too few young ladies liked to dress up for work nowadays, so it was quite a refreshing breath of fresh air for her to see Steffy standing at the window in a black Ralph Lauren suit with a grey dress shirt, opaque black hose and a pair of black fabric block heel pumps. As she watched Steffy dash away to the bus stop, Stevie recognized her as as the girl she would sometimes see playing with her shoes in the lobby on her way to open the store Saturday mornings. Stevie resolved track Steffy down and formally introduce herself. She got her chance that following Saturday.
Steffy’s Saturday started off routinely. She woke up around 7:30, took a shower, got dressed, gathered together her dirty clothes, ate a bowl of cereal and headed to the elevator with her laundry basket full of clothes, detergent and fabric softener in her arms. Even on her days off, Steffy meticulously color-coordinated her outfits from head to toe. On this day, for instance, she donned a purple and black plaid flannel shirt over a black camisole leotard and dark purple tights with a pair of black cut-off denim shorts and completed the ensemble with a pair of purple plaid DC skate shoes. Aside from high heels, skate shoes were Steffy’s favorite type of footwear. Even when she had them fully laced and tied tight, the fit was loose enough to allow her to dip and dangle with relative ease.
Once on the elevator, Steffy pushed the button for the ground floor, set down her basket and lifted her foot out of her right shoe as she put her hand on the right wall to steady herself. She quickly put her shoe back on when the elevator stopped on the next floor and the doors slid open to reveal Stevie standing there. As Stevie got on, both women recognized one another instantly, but save for exchanging a polite smile and hello, they kept quiet and composed and avoided eye contact. Stevie was wearing a black suit jacket with a short sleeveless black floral dress, a pair of glossy black hose a pair of black leather slingbacks whose heel straps were squashed down under feet so that they made a “thip†sound as they slapped against her soles like mules when walked—another thing Steffy liked to do.
Recognizing the opportunity to break the ice, Stevie casually dipped off her left shoe a slowly ran it up and down her leg like she did Monday. Steffy tried to keep her cool, but the “fiss-fiss†sound of Stevie’s stocking foot stroking her right leg kept beckoning her, cajoling her to stare. Finally, she peeked—just for a second. As soon as she did, Stevie put her foot back into its shoe, and cleared her throat.
“Excuse me. Why are you staring at my legs?†Stevie asked coyly with a devilish grin on her face.
“Huh? I’m not, I was just..†Steffy lied as Stevie continued to glare at her with a mischievous grin. “I was staring at your shoes, actually.†She backtracked, utilizing a tactic she often used when a woman caught her staring. “Those are really cute slingbacks. I noticed that you’re squashing down the straps. You could ruin them by doing that, you know.â€
Seeing right through Steffy’s half-truth, Stevie laughed. “Oh, I just stuck my feet in them for now.†She replied as slipped her left shoe off again. “I was feeling a little lazy this morning, so I just stuck my feet into my shoes until I get to my store. I’ll take them back off when I get there. “ she explained. “I sometimes work the whole day with my shoes off. When I don’t have them off, I slip my feet in and out of them like non-stop. I’m just more comfortable that way, just the West Virginia Hillbilly in me, I guess.â€
“Wait, you have a store?†Steffy asked, playing dumb as her eyes cut down to Stevie’s stocking foot.
“Yeah, I own that bookstore just up the street,†Stevie replied as she put her shoe on and stuck out her hand. “My name is Stephanie. My friends call me Stevie for short. I’m in 1104.â€
“No kidding, my name is Stephanie, too!†Steffy replied as she shook Stevie’s hand. “My friends call me Steffy for short,†she added with same inflection as Stevie and laughed. “I’m in 1212. So, do you actually work at your store all day without shoes on? At the office where I work, a lot of us girls run around with our shoes off, but not too often because we’re really not supposed to be doing it.†Steffy told her as she briefly slipped off her left shoe, wiggled her toes and put it back on.
“Well, I don’t keep them off all day everyday, if that’s what you mean,.†Stevie replied as she slipped off her shoe and started rubbing her leg again. “Just on sunny days. When it’s rainy or snowy out, customers track in a lot of water, so I’ll put them back on if I have to come out from behind the counter for something, but to make a long answer short, I always have my shoes off behind the counter, but of course you already knew that. Didn’t you, Steffy?†Stevie asked with a mischievous grin curling her lips again, causing Steffy to flinch. Stevie laughed, and said, “Steffy, it’s okay. I don’t mind you staring at my feet.â€
“You don’t?â€
“Not at all.†Stevie replied, slipping off her other shoe. “Actually, I’ve seen you downstairs playing with your shoes every once in awhile.†She said, pressing the stop button and sauntering up to Steffy.
“You have?â€
Stevie nodded and said, “You do it almost as much as I do, and that totally turns me on.†She said as she deftly put her right foot on top of Steffy’s. “So what’s your story?†She asked, brushing her stocking-covered sole over the laces of Steffy’s sneaker. “Do have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? I mean, you’re bi too, aren’t you?â€
“Uhmmmm, nope.†Steffy replied, rolling her eyes back as she savored the dainty caress of Stevie’s hose-covered foot. “Gay and presently unattached.†She added as she slipped off her left sneaker and placed her purple-stockinged foot on top of Steffy’s left foot. “I love your pantyhose. Are those Wolford’s?†She queried as she started to rub.
“Good eye,†Stevie remarked. “I love a girl who knows her stockings.†She added and gave Steffy a long deep kiss, which she ardently returned. With the elevator temporarily paused for another three minutes, the two Stephanies held each other as they kissed and played footsies.
“Uh-oh, we better stop.†Steffy said when she felt the elevator starting again
“Right,†Stevie replied as she reached in her purse and pulled out a notepad and pen. “I close up at 5:00, and I’ll be home by 6:00.†She added as she jotted down her name and her phone and apartment numbers on an empty page, tore it out, and handed it to Steffy. “Dinner at my place?â€
“You got it.†Steffy said and winked as she slipped the paper into her shirt pocket.
With that, the two women put their shoes back on just as the elevator arrived at the ground floor. The doors opened and they went their separate ways. As Steffy did her laundry, visions of Stevie’s nimble stocking foot danced in her head. Once finished, she returned to her apartment and spent the afternoon contemplating what Stevie had in store of her.
A Tale of Two Stephanies
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