As I sit in my car getting up the nerve to go into the office I start thinking about what lead up to this moment.
Last night my roomy and I decide to watch "Basic Instinct". You know, the one where Sharon Stone flashes at the police station? Afterward my roommate dares me to let her dress me for work today. We've known each other since kindergarten, I'm 22, and so far we've always taken each others dares. I wasn't about to chicken out now so I said OK, but it had to be my own clothes and few other guidelines. I thought I was pretty safe. How bad could it be?
When I got out of the shower this morning she had my clothes laid out for me on the bed. I felt my nipples perk up and a flush of warmth between my thighs as I saw what I was about to go to work in. She had dug out a short, very low cut, sleeveless summer dress. I had casually mentioned a couple of weeks ago I didn't wear it to work because there is no way to sit down in it modestly! I don't mind exposing some cleavage, my breasts are firm and round and I like showing them off, but I draw the line at not being able to keep my crotch covered. I spend quit a bit of time working closely with clients and the salesmen in the office. This dress is a light cotton material that pretty much hangs straight from narrow straps to just a few inches below my ass. It's just fitted enough to cup my breasts nicely and show off my 34c-22-34 5'3" figure, which I admit I'm rather proud of. I would usually wear a slip under this kind of material, but not today I guess.
As if that isn't enough she found this little lace g-string that she had given me as a gag gift at my last birthday party. They even tried to get me to model it, but when I saw how skimpy it was I had refused to come out of my room in it. I had forgotten all about it and part of the deal was anything in my underwear drawer was fair game. It has no elastic in the crotch and it's too small!! It's all I can do to try to keep it centered on my shaved pussy which it doesn't even quite cover anyway! Im sure you get the picture.
As I drove to work this morning I gave up trying to keep my g-string from sliding to one side every time I used the clutch, figuring I could adjust before I go into the office. My figure is certainly on display today! The little lace bra I'm wearing isn't much protection either, but at least it accentuates my breasts nicely. I'll just have to be careful because the thin lace likes to slip underneath my pink nipples when they get erected, which they seem to do quit often.
One of the salesmen I work with just saw me and is heading this way. Bill's a real gentleman, always opens my car door for me. A hunk too! I've often wondered what it would be like to get closer to him, if you know what I mean, but he's married. Still, I've caught him watching me more than once. Well, anyway, if I'm quick enough I can get out of the car safely before he gets here. There's certainly no way to crawl out of my little 2 door Mazda Rx7 in this dress without giving him a show. |