So… Im working in your office. Literally don’t wear a bra, ever. Love my legs in stockings, love it even more when you catch a glimpse of the tops of em. Seems like I only own short skirts too. You see me at the coffee machine and you say hi.
The boss always seems to have jobs for me, I’m forever in his office. You think, bitch, she probably slept her way into this job. We bump into each other at the creative bench. This time it’s a little more than hi. I catch you peeping at my braless boobies. You go bright red, your face is on fire. I simply smile, lock eyes and walk away (I noticed your bulge btw, hehe!).
This goes on for some time. You find out where I like to lunch and one day you pluck up the courage and go to the same place. You keep your headphones in, you’re cool like that. You sit a few tables back and glance every so often my way. Im with the usual crowd, we’re laughing. From your seat you can see under the table and notice my stockings, then my short skirt – standard. Lost gawking you never noticed my gaze shift. Smiling to myself I uncross my legs and slowly open them. At this point you don’t even care if I notice you simply cannot divert your gaze from the slowly opening legs. Just as you catch a flash of my tiny white knickers I put my hand between my legs and wave at you! Theres that red face again.