It was just one of those days. Her feet and legs ache from standing most of the day in heels. She felt icky since the air conditioner wasn’t functioning in the office. And no matter what she did it had been impossible to please her boss.
The heels didn’t even make it all the way to her apartment. She took them off as soon as she reached her floor and carried them by their straps the rest of the way from the elevator to her door. Her bra was unclasped as soon as her apartment door closed behind her. Just feeling the release of pressure from around her chest after so many hours brought some relief.
She tossed her purse on to the couch and saw some of its contents spill out, but she didn’t care. She would deal with that later.
The skirt was unzipped as soon as she entered her bedroom and the sway of her hips as she walked to her bathroom convinced it to fall down her legs. She simply stepped out of it when it reached the floor of her bedroom.