Tracy Tries to Outwit Her Urges! - Sex Stories

Tracy Tries to Outwit Her Urges!

... with plenty of time to retreat to the toilet room and get dressed. "Easy! And safe."she told herself as she began unbuttoning her blouse. "Well, probably safe enough," she thought as she dropped her maroon top into the tote bag. She felt a familiar shiver run through her when she unbuttoned, unzipped, and dropped her tan chinos to the floor and stepped out of them. Since she'd taken her shoes and socks off hours ago, she was down to a somewhat racy matching bra and panty set, pink with a mix of sheer areas and strategically placed lace floral areas!

Tracy was as sure as she possibly could be that she hadn't expected to find herself in her current situation, but was pleased with her reflection in the glass front of the vending machine. She realized that stripping to her lingerie was a strange thing to be proud of, but proud she was. "The question now is, can I do anything more without getting too reckless?" She checked the time again, then reminded herself what time she expected to see Carol, Nancy, and Eric. She peeked out beyond the entrance to the breakroom and studied the space. With, she estimated, at least 20 minutes before anyone was likely to disturb her solitude, she came up with a plan for extending this unexpected adventure.

The hardest step in Tracy's new plan was the first one, which would take her away from the sanctuary of the breakroom, without the tote bag, which she had decided to leave on the counter, next to the refrigerator. Her destination on this ...

... walkabout in the open office wearing only her lingerie was a point at the far end of the space, about the same distance from the breakroom as it was from Tracy's cubicle.

When she reached her intended destination she would be about same distance from both the tote bag holding the rest of her outfit, and her cubicle, with the backup outfit she kept around just in case an urge caught her by surprise at work. Her thinking was that even if any of her co-workers arrived, she would always be close enough to one cache of clothing or the other to be able to get to shelter and get dressed before any of her co-workers caught sight of her in nothing but her lingerie.

Tracy left the breakroom tentatively, feeling astonished at her own boldness, but also oddly confident that as outrageous as what she was doing was, she had come up with an essentially safe adventure. She picked up her pace, passing row after row of workspaces, imagining what their usual occupants would think if she were to have a brisk walk past them in the nude some workday afternoon!

"But I'm not nude, not really" she thought, frowning as she reached her goal of her jaunt. She stopped and looked at her two possible destinations. Now that she'd made it to the farthest possible point from her two sources of clothing, the distance didn't seem all that daunting. She surely had enough time to do what she was now thinking about! She trotted back to the breakroom, not to use as a refuge, nor as the endpoint of the risky ...