Since changing my job I’ve not had a chance to “under dress”. I’m back to shirts and trousers where under dressing would be too obvious and visible. Of course I still wear knickers and hold ups under trousers but camisoles or teddy’s are out sadly.
In my old job I under dressed almost every day. It was great. Silk teddy’s, camisole sets, hold ups, thongs, it was marvellous. I sat near the back corner of a huge open plan office that was shedding staff daily. By the time I was leaving (my own decision) there were 4 people left in my area. One of whom was a test specialist. She was gorgeous. Tall blonde, early 30s and always dressed impeccably. At first I didn’t like her. She was arrogant and pushy, but as most of her team left and she was pretty much left to do everything, she started chatting to me. We started to have a good laugh and would go for coffees and we would even flirt occasionally. Neither of us were single but that didn’t seem to matter.
The warmer weather rolled in she of course dressed appropriately. I admired her dress sense. Gazing at her when I thought she wasn’t looking, a hint of stockings or hold ups through her spring midi length dresses? I was caught quite a few times looking, but I bet she never dreamed I was wearing sexy silk lingerie to rival her own.
The campus was massive and there was a mile long woodland patch that went round the buildings. On occasion after lunch the two of us would go for a wonder. The flirting was getting crazy. She once said that two people could easily have a quickie in the woods and never be seen or caught. Sex in the woods up against a tree or even with her leg wrapped round somebody’s head with her knickers round her ankles. I just laughed, stupidly, wishing I had flirted back saying we should try it and see if you can do it without being seen.
My last week in the office rolled round and we were the last two left in the bank of desks. She had now also handed in her notice. So we basically talked and told stories which became rather intimate. Flirted lots and joked about how bad a place to work the office was. She was wearing a white flower pattern dress one day with buttons down the front and she happened to let it sit open as she crossed her legs one fateful morning. I could clearly see the lace top of her nude hold ups. She was also clearly wearing a short basque like bra which was visible though her dress, being as it was unbuttoned to her cleavage.
My cock was stirring all day. We went for a coffee at about 11 and she was touching my hand,squeezing my leg and becoming quite hands on. I was hesitant at first but soon relaxed in to her holding my hand. At about 2pm-ish. She declared she was bored and asked if I wanted to go for a walk round the campus. The sun was out and nobody was about. We walked talking and giggling to the woodland path.
She turned to me and said how wonderful the past few weeks had been, how she had enjoyed my company and how she would miss our flirtatious chats. I told her how I’d miss them too. She blushed and stammered how if she didn’t do this now, she never would, and kissed me. I was taken a back but gently kissed her back. Our kiss evolved into a deep embrace, our tongues exploring each other. I held her tight and her hands were all over my back. She stepped back, took my hand and led me deeper into the woods. She stopped and turned toward me, slowly unbuttoning her dress. I stood in awe as she exposed her lingerie and hold ups. I was desperate for this, but I was under dressed. I couldn’t possibly get away with a quickie with her and for her not to see my lingerie.
she pulled me closer and my hands caressed her soft skin. She gently pushed my hand towards her panties. I pulled them down a bit and she gasped as my fingers brushed past her soft mound. As we kissed more, my finger traced her line before I gently opened her and pressed a finger to her clit. She moaned out in pleasure as I slowly circled her clit and slid first one, then two fingers easily inside her. I finger fucked her as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. I’m going to cum too soon she gasped as she stopped me. She took off her panties and told me to lick. I was in front of her in a flash, her leg wrapped round my neck as I continued to finger her and to lick her clit. It didn’t take long at all for her to gasp and moan as her orgasm shot through her body. She held my head and pushed her wet pussy against my face as the last of her orgasm ran through her.
We’d better get back I stammered backing away. Now wasn’t the time to be revealing my white silk teddy and white holdups under my male attire.
I don’t think so, she said pulling me in and kissing me. She rubbed the front of my trousers feeling my hard cock. We need to take care of this.
I stuttered and stammered about the need to go back to my desk as she pulled at my hoody and tried to unzip it. I looked down to see a sliver of white lace getting revealed and quickly pulled the zip back up.
Do you just not want me to see your lingerie she asked. I was scrambling in my head for an excuse or even a denial. None came to mind. It ok she said. I know you wear it. I noticed a while ago that wear hold ups occasionally. I’ve seen the lace top through your trousers when you sit down. I’ve seen the strap marks when you hunch over your desk and I’ve felt the strap under your hoody of whatever you have on today. I find it really sexy.
I let her unzip my hoody. She undid my trousers letting them fall to the ground. I was stood in white hold ups and my white silk teddy. She pulled me in and kissed me again. I could have cum there and then.
She quickly sprung my cock from its silk prison and went down on me. Licking and sucking me while maintaining eye contact. It was one of if not the best blow job id ever had. I slipped a condom on and she put one leg up on a tree stump as I slid inside her. It really didn’t last long and I grunted and moaned as I came inside her.
We got cleaned up and she offered a baby wipe to mop up the last of the cum dribbling from me. She put her knickers on and buttoned up her dress as I pulled up my trousers and zipped my hoodie back up.
We continued our walk and headed back to the office.
My last day arrived and we said our goodbyes. We didn’t hook up on Facebook or twitter. We don’t see each other at all now or keep contact. It was a great end to a piss poor job.