Dress Code, part 4 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 4

... actually face them, so she tried to pick up the pace as she headed to the coffee maker in the break room area. As she did, the effort of walking quickly made her hips swivel a bit more, and she could feel her buttocks and breasts jiggling as she walked, and she forced herself to slow down. Finally she was at the coffee maker, but as always, nothing could be easy. There was about one cup of coffee left in the carafe, which meant that after she poured Elliot’s cup, she would have to make more. She poured coffee into one of the loaner mugs, and as she did, some of the murmur of voices behind her coalesced into snippets of comprehensible speech. “What the fuck?” “...knew she had a nice body, but I never imagined…” “...lose a bet or something?” “I’d tap that ass if you know what I mean!” “I hear that’s what happens if they catch you…” “They’re not kidding around…” “...dress code…” The murmur died down a bit as the explanations made their way through the crowd. The crowd became mostly quiet, although there was some giggling and guffawing, and she could feel that if anything the amount of people behind her had gotten bigger. After throwing away the old filter and grounds, she realized she would be faced with a problem. The packets of coffee were in a cabinet at knee level, and she would have to bend over to get them. Should she squat down or…? Ultimately, she decided she had to commit to her near nudity. As she had the day before in Mr. Slater’s office, Anne decided to show off ...

... her assets, so to speak, and instead of crouching down to get the coffee, she bent at the waist, leaving her legs straight as she took hold of a coffee packet. Anne could feel the eyes of the crowd on her ass and legs, and her embarrassment was tempered with a frisson of arousal as she realized that her sex was also visible, outlined through the thin fabric of her minuscule thong. She heard more comments about her body and she tried to match the voices to their owners, even as she resolutely did not look behind her. In one case she was surprised to hear how appreciative one of the slightly more senior female associates was, one who had seemed particularly conservative and strait-laced to Anne, certainly not someone she would have imagined wanted to “lick syrup off that ass.” On autopilot she made the coffee and set the machine to brew, before remembering that she had to add Elliot’s milk and sugar. She did, and she was finally ready to turn around. She steeled herself and turned to face the spectators. When she did, she saw that just about every inhabitant of cubicle village was crowded into the hallway behind her. The hallway was packed, and standing room only. The last few murmurs stilled to silence, and she faced her entire office in her lingerie. Her nipples were erect in a mixture of cold, embarrassment, and arousal, and color flared in her cheeks, coming close to matching her red hair. A few of the newer associates were unable to meet her gaze, but most of the veterans ...