My Fishnet Flash entry

This was written for an erotic writing site contest. You were to use "stockings" in any shape, position or form with the idea being 300 words or less...

~ "One Seam Leads to Another" ~

Everyone in the office had gone home.
His desk was piled high with paperwork. Bowing his head, he proceeded with the task at hand, wishing for a distraction.
He heard heels tapping as she stepped through the doorway at the end of the hall. He knew that rhythm; it started in her hips, making the heels sing with their swaying. They had music, her private calling card.
Leaning back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head, his mind wandered. Overrode by that pair of legs in high heels, it was break time. She slinked through the doorframe, turning to shut the door. She felt his eyes dancing along the seams of her black thigh high stockings; adoring how they hugged her legs. If his eyes by sheer willpower could have lifted her leather skirt, she'd be feeling a cool breeze blow across her bare buttocks. As if she'd seen the vision he'd painted, she stooped to bring reality to his mental image.Her skirt rode up, exposing what lay between her cheeks, dewy lips he'd love to lick until she purred. He felt a growl grow deep in his throat.
He closed his eyes, thinking how lucky he was; his wish had been answered.
"I thought I'd remind you I was waiting in the car, you forget about dinner?" she said as she stepped back into his waiting hands.
He spied a crooked seam."Dinner's the last thing on my mind... now," he replied as his fingers slid over her thighs, straightening the seam.
His lips kissed the soft skin above the stocking as his fingers descended."Can we negotiate?" He bantered.
With a sigh and a smile to back it, she purred "Always the businessman, driving a HARD bargain!"
"Then, let the negotiations begin," he chuckled.