Tracy Tries to Outwit Her Urges! - Sex Stories

Tracy Tries to Outwit Her Urges!

... honest, there are a few less buttons on my blouse fastened than when I left home this morning!"

"And that seems to be enough?"

"I've only got to make it through another hour and a half, so I think so."

"Just so I understand the situation, when you say, 'a few less,' what exactly do you mean?"

"Well, my blouse has seven buttons," she said, "I never button up the one up by my neck. There are currently four still doing their job; I didn't even notice the last one being popped loose until sometime after I did it!"

"Got it," Kyle said, "you must look amazing! I hope we can take care of those last four when you come home!"

"There's a fine incentive to leave things right where they are," she said, "but we'll need to get Kevin and Emily to bed first!"

Much later that evening, hours after their kids went to sleep, Tracy thanked Kyle for his little phone call intervention, saying,"The tension in the office today is exactly the kind of thing that can set me off. Talking with you settled me down; the promise of some fun later tonight helped too! If I had given in and stripped down I'd have been too freaked out afterwards to enjoy doing what we just did, so a big win for you, too!"

"An excellent return on my investment of a few minutes on a couple of phone calls!" he agreed.

For nearly six months, a couple of phone calls with Kyle each day proved sufficient to keep Tracy from doing anything as shameless as she had been doing before she confessed her bawdy ...

... behavior to him. Simply chatting with each other, with a bit of flirtation, generally was enough to suppress the level of exhibitionist urges she still was experiences.

Their efforts to prevent any particular urge from taking over were not completely successful; one afternoon Kyle called Tracy, expecting to have the usual lighthearted, flirtatious conversation that had been their norm, but was thrown off balance by the tone of her voice as soon as she answered!

Without even saying hello she asked, "Do you remember what I was wearing this morning when I brought Kevin and Emily to school?

"Um, yeah, I think so," he answered, "purple bra and matching panties, tan camisole, black yoga pants, and a belted maroon cardigan. Why do you ask?" He kicked himself the second his question passed his lips, thinking, "she wouldn't be asking if I remembered what she WAS wearing unless she was at least thinking about NOT wearing some of her outfit!" Quickly regrouping, he asked, "Are you okay? Do you need some help?"

"Okay?" she repeated, "I'm in a stall in the ladies room. My lingerie and yoga pants are in my purse already, I'm feeling like my camisole should join them there, and I can picture myself taking the cardigan off once I'm back in my cubicle and draping it over the back of my chair! I'm seriously not okay! What do you think I should do?"

"Oh, sweetheart, I wish I was there with you," Kyle said, "I'm not sure what brought this on, but you're not so far out of control that ...