I previously made a bet with my boyfriend for the world cup final. Argentina won and I lost the bet, so he got to decide what I would wear for a day.
I was supposed to go to my office last Friday morning before heading to his place. He had chosen from my wardrobe a white blouse and a black PU leather flare skirt that was perhaps a little too short for the office, but nothing too ridiculous as to raise eyebrows. My office is pretty chill anyway. He had wanted me to wear absolutely nothing underneath, but thankfully changed his mind after I showed him how visible my breasts would be through the material of the blouse without a bra. Not that I would have gone through with it. He picked out a nice white bra for me, but insisted on nothing down below. I protested, but he was insistent.
It was my first time out in public with nothing under my skirt, so I was pretty nervous, trying my best to keep my movements small and cautious. I felt so exposed the entire time, and it didn’t help that I was getting a few extra glances from some of the guys in the office, although none of my colleagues really commented on my outfit. I headed straight to my boyfriend’s place after work where he immediately pulled me into his room, lifted up my skirt and bent me over.