At first, he honestly intended only to watch. Every time secretary Kaede recrossed her pantyhose-clad legs, his eyes followed. Before he knew it, he stood beside her, touched those legs, and felt them step on him. The tension and glide through the fabric felt wonderful, like a dream. Then she removed the stockings, and the direct warmth and weight of bare feet left no escape. In that moment, he clearly understood there could be no return.