I quickly pull my knees back together and attempt to cover up a little by putting my Daytimer on my lap. My dress is still pulled up to my waist on one side and I feel a new surge of warmth between my thighs as I notice one of the cuter guys staring casually at my exposed leg and ass! I’m scooting forward to sit more on the edge of the loveseat and working to get my dress back under me, trying to ignore the wide-eyed expressions and half-smiles on the faces around me.
A couple of the guys have finally taken places around the coffee table but are obviously hoping the show isn’t over yet. It seems odd that several are still standing, but I guess that just buys me a little more time to recover. You’d think someone would offer me a hand! I’ve never been so embarrassed or turned on in my life. It’s the wildest feeling! My body feels like I just got hit with a jolt of electricity! I think secretly I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to expose myself at work but never had the courage to actually do it.
At last I’m situated on the edge of the loveseat with my dress covering my ass at least, though my legs are pretty much fully exposed. My Daytimer is on the coffee table so that the owner, who is sitting directly in front of me, can see the figures I’m presenting. I’m having a definite challenge keeping my crotch from view, especially with him sitting directly in front of me. This dress doesn't have enough slack in it and just lays straight across my legs so no help there. It doesn't help either that I'm having to sit right on the edge of the loveseat with my knees slightly higher than my waist. All the scooting has pulled my g-string up so tight it feels like I’m going to split in two, but I can’t just reach under my dress and adjust it in front of everyone. The way it feels, putting pressure on my clit every time I even so much as wiggle, is making me even hotter, so I better try to focus elsewhere.
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