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Back To Work

On the Monday morning, I awoke earlier than usual, my nipples throbbing from the piercing and my mound still stinging from the waxing. I showered, applied lotion to my mound, and treated my nipples with saline solution, before taping gauze over them. Looking at myself in the mirror, as I donned the lacy bra, I shook my head, wondering what I was doing; a woman of forty-five dressing for a nineteen-year-old student. Acknowledging to myself that it really was what I wanted, I fastened the matching suspender belt around my waist, rolled on my stockings, and clipped them to the belt. Once I'd got my blouse and skirt on, I checked myself in the mirror again. The outline of the bra was clearly different from my usual ones, but I reasoned that it was not out of place. I sat and checked that the hem of my skirt was not going to ride up and show my stocking tops; plenty of clearance there!

Feeling more confident in myself, I left the building and caught the tram to the office. The pull of my stockings on the suspender belt and the breeze up my skirt served to remind me that this Monday morning was different. Arriving at work, I greeted Chantelle, my PA, as I went into her office, which was outside my own; the perks of being a partner! Chantelle had been assigned to me when I started here. She was a lady of colour, of Jamaican extraction, in her mid-twenties, and very efficient. She was rather curvaceous and I have to admit that I'd admired her bum more than once! She had, in ...

... fact, been instrumental in helping me to settle in, inviting me to the girls' Friday after-work drinks at the local pub. If they had been suspicious of a partner joining what was really a bunch of PAs and secretaries, they soon got over it and I never stayed late.

I went through to my own office leaving the door open, as usual, removed my jacket, and settled in at my desk. Chantelle came through with my morning cup of coffee. "Thank you, Chantelle, you're a life-saver," I said. After that, it was just back to the daily grind.

As I had to meet Miss Susan fairly early in the evening, I decided I'd grab a sandwich and have lunch at my desk. Telling Chantelle that I had to leave on time in the afternoon, I said I was going for a sandwich and did she want anything. She smiled and said she'd love a sandwich. Returning with the sandwiches, I filled two glasses with water from the cooler and perched on the edge of her desk; something I usually did if we had lunch like this.

As we were chatting inconsequentially, I saw her sneaking a peek at my legs. Glancing down, I cursed myself for being careless, as sitting on the edge of her desk like this, part of the welts were showing; nothing I could do about it now! "Looking very glamorous today, Joanna! I did notice that your bra seemed a bit fancier than your normal ones; going somewhere special?" Blushing, I admitted that I was meeting someone after work, making a mental note that I would really need to be more careful how I sat, in ...