Dress Code, part 2 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 2

... encountered had to be wearing stockings and a thong, not to mention a lace bra. For the most part, none of that was noticeable, but Anne did find herself staring at an older yet shapely colleague’s ass when she leaned over to retrieve a file from a bottom drawer of a cabinet. The shape of a minuscule thong came into unmistakeable relief against the tightened fabric of her beige skirt. The men, on the other hand, were unsurprisingly less restrained. When their peripheral vision noticed Anne’s nipples visible against and through her blouse, they looked down and were unapologetic about staring. Almost more than she would have expected. In general, most men at least pretended not to be looking when they were caught looking. The men here did not. And when they did meet her eyes it was with an all-too-knowing appraising leer. Perhaps they too knew her transgression? Once she got back to her office Anne was able to arrange a silk scarf around her neck in such a way that it mostly covered her breasts, and so she was able to go through the rest of the day with a bit less embarrassment. Finally it was time to go, and Anne checked her work email one last time before leaving. There was a message from “Jones, Carol,” which was cc:ed to “Slater, Michael.” The subject heading was “work review tomorrow.” The body of the message was terse and to the point, almost brusque: Miss Burlington, Mr. Slater requires that you stop by his office first thing in the morning for a formal review of your ...

... work, with special attention to the policies you disregarded today. Please be prompt. Yours, Carol Jones. Even though this was not entirely a surprise, Anne was still caught off guard. Always good at compartmentalizing, she had gone through the rest of the day mostly putting the events of the morning out of her mind. She had buried herself in her work, and in dealing with “normal” things. As even a few hours passed, she had managed to think of those morning events as if they had been a dream, something that couldn’t have really happened. She went home in a daze, and after a token bite to eat, she collapsed in bed early, after shucking off the few garments she still had on. In her exhausted languor, her right hand unbidden slid between her thighs and started caressing her pussy. Visions of Mr. Slater’s cock danced in her head, and she tried to remember the taste of his cum. Carol Jones also appeared in her thoughts, and she wondered what the attractive blonde looked like naked, and she remembered the shock of the older woman sliding her hands up her legs and fingering her. The events of the day, however, proved too much for Anne, and her emotional exhaustion defeated her erotic mood, and she fell asleep without an orgasm. In the morning, as usual, she awoke unthinkingly to her alarm. Until her first cup of coffee she usually couldn’t, and didn’t, come awake enough for lucid thought. She showered as she always did and went through her usual morning routine through habit. It ...