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CAROLINES BIG MEETING

�I can�t talk right now, I�ll have to call you back,� said Caroline, trying desperately to get off the phone without being rude. �Because I just can�t right now, I�ll have to call you back.� It wasn�t working. �If you must know, I driving 80 miles an hour on the highway, I have no pants on, and there is an eighteen wheeler that�s ready to burst into flames because the driver is trying to catch up and pull along side me for a better look, so I�ll have to call you back!�

Caroline clicked the phone off and gunned the Mustang until she saw the truck receding in her mirror, her heart pounding at the prospect of being seen driving in her underpants. She slipped her foot out of one tennis shoe and yanked her leg from the tangle of denim on the floor. Somehow, her jeans had gotten caught underneath the brake pedal preventing her from pulling them up, but her shoe was keeping her from pulling them off, at least not while talking on the damn cell phone! She slid her other shoe off and threw the jeans into the backseat on the passenger side floor. Her stockinged foot pressed the brake petal, slowing from 98 mph to a more reasonable 75 mph. Driving in white kneesocks, white panties and a T-shirt was not something she wanted to explain to the highway patrol.

Driving this car half naked was a rush, but she was already nervous enough for one day. She reached under the plastic dry cleaner bag and fished out the skirt from off of the hanger, stepping into it quickly a she steered with her knees. The terror subsided once she had the skirt pulled most of the way up, although zipping it was still going to be a chore. Checking her mirrors and looking all around, she satisfied herself that there were no other vehicles within a half mile, and no bridges or exits were coming up. Her heart raced once more as she pulled her arms out of the T-shirt and slipped it over her head. There was a car coming the opposite way, but it was too far away to see anything. Still, she slouched down as the car passed, hiding her lacy bra straps behind the sill of the side window. She managed to wrestle one arm into her blouse, then the other, all at the speed of 75 mph. She checked her watch again as she looked behind the seat for her pantyhose.

The phone rang again. �What do you want!?� she snapped, as she answered the phone. �I�m sorry, but I already told you, I�m late, I can�t find my pantyhose, and I�m still driving�I can�t talk to you right now O.K.?�I know, I�ll call you later, I promise.�

Her heart sank as she felt around the floor behind the seat. There wasn�t time to stop and find her pantyhose, and she wasn�t about to show up for the most important meeting of her professional life with bare legs. Or kneesocks, she thought, smiling as she looked down at her tan thighs and white kneesocked feet. Not exactly business attire, she laughed to herself. Caroline rubbed her socked foot on the brake pedal. She loved kneesocks, and this pair was a favorite.

The phone rang again as she exited to expressway.

�Hi Stephanie,� she said into the phone. �Nervous. I really want to make a good impression and I�m almost late, and I can�t find my pantyhose in the back seat�I hope they�re in my overnight bag in the trunk� No, I�m just pulling into the office campus right now� I know, but I�m going to park way in the back of the lot, away from the building�Because I don�t want someone to see me out here putting on pantyhose in the parking lot, that�s why. It�s not because I need the exercise. I just hope my pantyhose are under the seat or maybe in the trunk.�

�I have to find them�No way Stephie, I�m not going bare legged, I just don�t think it looks professional, that�s all.�

�Yeah, well I�m wearing white kneesocks�shut up! I love kneesocks, just not with a business suit�yeah�they�ll look really great with my pumps, all the business women wear kneesocks with their suits,� she said, laughing. �As a matter of fact, I don�t really need any shoes either, I�ll just pad right in there in my little white socks�� she said, laughing again.

�I know, but I just want to make a good impression that�s all�no, it�s just that I look like a prep school girl with my jacket and skirt and kneesocks and all�O. K., I�ll call you back later, I don�t want to be late�yeah I know, I just hope I have some pantyhose in my carryon bag��

�I know it�s not the end of the world, I just want to look my best, you know professional, confident, brilliant�I know, not really, it�s just I�I always wear hose, that�s all, I just don�t like that bare legged, barefoot Hollywood thing, it�s just not my style��

�You are not going to believe this�Oh my god! This is so completely sucky�you are not going to believe this! Stephie! All I have are thigh highs! How did these get here? Oh my god this totally bad!�No, I grabbed a pair of�no I�m sure I did�No, I can�t possibly wear these�No way!�I�m not even sure if this skirt would cover the tops of these�Oh god, I must have grabbed them out of the drawer without even looking.�

�No! Never! I mean, they�re in my drawer, yeah, but I only wear them at home�Stop it, you know what I mean�Stephie�in the bedroom�yeah, you know, special occasions�not in public or anything like that. I�d rather wear the socks...�

�Maybe I should call them and say I�m running late, you know, say I got caught in traffic, I�ll just go find a store or something�there has to be some place to buy pantyhose around here! �

�You liar! You would not! Seriously? You would wear thigh highs with a skirt in public? Stephie! You did not! When? No, really? I saw you that night, I didn�t even know�I can�t�I don�t know, maybe I�ll just go with the bare leg look, I mean I certainly can�t go in there wearing what I have on��

�I know�I hate bare legs�it�s not professional looking, but there�s no time, I�m already late. I mean, which is worse, not having stockings on, or being late?�

�What do you mean neither?�I can�t Stephie, I can�t just go into this meeting wearing thigh high stockings, what if something happens�Like what?�well, like what if they start to fall down or something?�

�I�ll just go without stockings, that�s all, I mean they can�t judge you just on your clothes, they have to look at the whole person right?�

�Besides, look at any fashion magazine. I bet that what�s-her-name Nicole Kidman doesn�t even own a pair of pantyhose�she�s always going bare legged��

�Oh god Stephie, this is bad, I hate it�I mean my legs are O.K. it�s just that I wish I had some pantyhose��

�I heard what you said, I just don�t believe you�Stephie, I just can�t see it, I mean you just don�t seem like the type that�s all�.No, No I didn�t mean it like that it�s just�I don�t know, I just associate lingerie and stuff with the bedroom I guess��

�No I will not try them on!�I already know how they work, they�re my stockings, remember?�I�m not afraid it�s just�well, what if someone sees me out here putting on stockings in the parking lot?�

�I guess you have a point there, I�ve been sitting here in my socks anyway. O.K. I�ll try one, but I know they�re going to be too��

�I don�t know, too�racy�or too something. You�re for real Stephie? You�ve really worn stockings in public?� O.K. I�ll try them, but�I�I don�t know, I�ll call you later I guess.�

I would have never thought she even owned a pair of stockings, thought Caroline, she just seems so conservative and straight laced.

�I guess they look like pantyhose, as long as they stay up,� she thought, wishing her skirt was just a bit longer.

�O.K. Stephie, I hope you�re right about this.�

They sure are silky...

Caroline was actually very pleased with the look of these stockings!

Nice even tone, no seams, semi sheer, these were actually very nice.

They could be a little bit longer though. If anything goes wrong I�ll just die.

Caroline grabbed her left shoe from in front of the passenger seat, but her other shoe was slightly beyond her fingertips in the backseat, and when she reached for it, she felt a sudden draft as the cool air fall air washed over her thighs and her panties threatened to make an unscheduled appearance.

Better watch that, she reminded herself. This skirt was fairly short anyway, but her bare thighs against the satin lining was going to require some caution when sitting down or standing up.

Caroline felt that she had exactly the right shoes for this outfit, nice heel height, sexy, but not too sexy for the office. She spent a lot of time shopping for shoes, in fact she loved shoes more than almost anything. She had hundreds of them, and always prided herself on having the perfect shoes for any outfit. She loved pumps most of all.

Still five minutes to spare. Let me just grab my shoe and I�m off.

She just can�t quite reach it.

Caroline nearly lost her balance, falling forward just as a landscaping truck rolled by, honking it�s horn as the workmen cheered and yelled. Caroline stood up quickly and smoothed her skirt down, wheeling around to glare at the passing truck.

Jerks, she thought, shutting the door. The very instant she closed the door, she knew she had locked her keys in the car.

Caroline stood still for a long moment, leaning against the car, not wanting to ruin her stocking on the rough pavement. What to do now? All that time worrying about going with stockings or without stockings, now she was locked out of her car and minus a shoe. So much for the interview. �Hi I�m Caroline, and I�ve locked my shoe inside of my car.�

She couldn�t go in there now, it was just too embarrassing. Caroline looked around at the surrounding buildings. None were within easy walking distance with two shoes, let alone one shoe. There had to be a payphone around here, right? There had to be. If she only had her cell phone.

Suddenly, Caroline remembered the passenger side door. The lock had been sticking and she had meant to get it fixed. Every once in a while, the lock would stay open.

Caroline took one cautious step across the rough asphalt, placing her stockinged toes carefully to avoid snagging her stocking. If she could just get her shoe�Please be unlocked, please, please, please do not be locked.

Another car drove by and the driver gave her a curious look but thankfully, he didn�t stop.

Please, please, please, please, be unlocked, please.

DAMMIT!!!!!!

There�s still time to make the meeting�if I can just get my shoe�

Now what do I do?

Note:

There are a few more pictures in this series which I will post soon as part two.

If there is a good response, who knows, the lovely and gracious Caroline may do a part three.

If you would like to have some custom photos like these, I recommend you contact Caroline

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