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I had been so busy that I hadn’t had time to do laundry in almost three weeks, and today, I was going to pay for it. My husband Jake and I had to leave for work in fifteen minutes, and my closet didn’t have a single clean outfit that could be considered remotely professional. I put together what I could but wasn’t happy with the result. I knew I would look ridiculous in it, but with no other options, I put it on. First, I put on a black cotton skirt, which would be fine, except it only came down to an inch above my knee when I stood. Normally, the length of skirts I wear to work falls below my knees, even when I am sitting. I was not accustomed to showing off my legs or really any part of my body, but this was my only clean item to wear. I turned around and wasn’t surprised to see my curvy rear end was also being emphasized as well.
For a top, I wore a white button-up shirt, which, in theory, would be fine. Except I got this blouse when I was a freshman in college. Since then, I’ve… grown. Not in terms of becoming chubby. I’m a fit woman. But in terms of bust size, I was now easily a D-cup, if not bordering on larger. The shirt fit tightly and was form-fitting around my chest. It felt like if I wanted to, I could puff out my chest and burst open the shirt. But my bra was keeping my nipples from poking out at least, but still, I had never worn anything like this to work before.
My husband and I have worked at the same company for the past eight years, and was where we met. The company has no policy against employees dating or being married, provided they aren’t direct reports. This wasn’t an issue as I work in marketing while Jane is a salesman. After two years of dating, we were married and have happily stayed so for the past six years.
As I continued to consider myself in the mirror, I began to think maybe I should call in sick rather than embarrass myself by wearing such a lewd outfit to the office. “Wow, Kristin, is that what you are wearing today,” Jake asked, walking into our bathroom. Hearing the surprise in his voice confirmed to me I should just stay home. The last thing I want to do is make Jake think I’m looking for male attention at work with how I dress. “Cause I’ve got to say, you look awesome. I’ve been hoping you would dress a bit more… provocative at work. I didn’t know how to suggest it, though. But we should get going,” he said, giving my body a long look. Suddenly, my entire outlook changed, and I had a burst of confidence. I followed him to the car while feeling very flush in my cheeks.
At the office, I almost felt naked walking in. I knew my clothes were not that crazy, and I could think of other women in the office who wore similar things to this, but I still felt like an exhibitionist. Every person I walked by, my eyes would dart over to them to try to tell if they were staring at my body. Sometimes, they would make eye contact with me and greet me, only for their gaze to fall onto my body just as they passed me. Others seemed to scan back and forth to either side of me, with their eyes stopping just briefly when they passed over me. Maybe men in the office were always checking me out, and I just never noticed. But today, thanks to the outfit I was wearing, I became fully aware of how much attention my body was getting. I had expected I might be offended and confrontational today as I didn’t wear this to invite their lusty eyes. But I didn’t feel that at all. I felt almost like maybe I did subconsciously wear this for them…
Once I was at my desk, the work day proceeded normally, and my slight excitement about what I was wearing faded as I got to my usual task. My morning was filled with emails, meetings, and more emails. I was still hyper-sensitive to the eyes of men near me. I was on a marketing team that was composed of four men and one other woman. The majority of my meetings were with this group, including this one. We sat around a conference table discussing strategies for the upcoming quarter. Whenever I turned my head to face one of my male colleagues, I swear I would always catch their eyes moving away from my chest. I was even catching Clara, the other woman in the group, staring at times. It seems this outfit was revealing more than my body.
After lunch at my desk, my bra was bugging me, and I couldn’t ignore it anymore. The tightness of the shirt was pushing my bra into my skin, and I needed relief. I found an empty conference room for some privacy. I unbuttoned the shirt and adjusted my bra back and forth on my breasts, which instantly felt much better, and closed my eyes as I enjoyed the alleviation from it digging into me. “Kristin? Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in here,” a male voice said in front of me.
Opening my eyes, I was confronted by the sight of Colby, one of my male marketing colleagues. His mouth was agape, and he was staring at my bra-clad chest. Despite recognizing that I was in a state of undress, he wasn’t quick to divert his gaze. I turned around, putting my back to him, which prompted him to leave. I yelled out, “Sorry, Colby! I thought I locked the door!”
I escort bursa buttoned up my shirt but didn’t dare leave the conference room. I had exposed my bra to a work colleague, greatly embarrassing us both. Not only that, my husband would be furious at me for being so careless and showing my body to another man. Eventually, I left the room and sulked back to my desk. Thankfully, Colby stayed hidden from me, and we didn’t have cause to interact anymore today. But the end of the work day came and I met up with Jake at the car. I would have to tell him what happened.
On the drive back, we exchanged typical small talk about how our day was and what we were doing for dinner, but then silence. My hand started to grip my skirt tighter and tighter as I knew what I had to do. I took a deep breath and broached the topic. “Jake, something happened today. I made a dumb mistake and need to tell you about it,” I said in a shaky voice. He didn’t say anything and waited for me to continue. “After lunch, I needed to adjust my top. I should have gone to the ladies’ room, but there was an empty conference room. I thought I locked it, but I must not have fully latched it. Again, I’m an idiot. So… Colby ended up walking in and seeing me in my bra. I’m so sorry, Jake…,” I said, looking away from him.
Jake continued to be quiet, which made me even more nervous about how mad he was. “Did he see you from the front or the back,” he asked.
“The front. My shirt was fully unbuttoned, and I was facing him. But it was only for a moment. Maybe five seconds,” I explained, panicked. I could have lied and said it was briefer, but I was always truthful with my husband even when it wasn’t comfortable to be.
“Five seconds? What bra were you wearing.” His tone wasn’t reflecting any anger or even annoyance. It sounded like genuine curiosity.
“My pink one with the lace. So nothing sheer or that showed off a lot of cleavage.” After hearing that, Jake was silent again.
“You must have made Colby’s day. He’s probably still thinking about you in that bra right now. I know I would be if I were him,” Jake said with a smile.
“You’re not mad?” I asked, still cautious.
“Honestly, no. Hearing that story kind of got me excited. You’re an attractive woman, and you’re my wife. Having you show off almost feels like you are bragging about me. Like, hey, I’m hot, and that guy married me,” he said, struggling a bit to explain how he felt.
I wasn’t sure I fully understood his point, but he wasn’t mad, and that was what mattered to me. “You make it sound like I did this on purpose. I didn’t, though,” I added in clarification.
“I know, I know…,” he said as he seemed to get lost in a thought.
The topic was resolved, and we enjoyed our typical evening routine. Around nine, Jake initiated sex with me, which I gladly accepted. It was a Monday night and not a typical evening for us to have sex, but not unheard of. Despite neither of us having any alcohol, we were abnormally passionate with each other, and both got what we wanted out of our lovemaking. Ten minutes later, I started kissing him again, and we had a rare second session of lovemaking in a single night.
Afterward, we were laying together, and Jake brought something up he must have been thinking about all evening. “What if you arranged another ‘accident’ like the one that happened today,” he shyly said.
“You want me to show off my underwear again to a co-worker?” I asked.
“Maybe. But only if you are okay with it. I’ll admit I’m excited by the idea.” I thought about this for a bit. Maybe this is something I could enjoy as well, especially now that I knew Jake was on board. Worst case, I discover I hate it, and we end it. Especially since we are presenting this as’ accidents.’ I enjoy my sex life with my husband greatly, but I’ve always felt like we could use something to spice it up. Considering how we responded to Colby seeing my bra today, this could be it. “Okay. I’ll give it a try. But we take it slow. God, just agreeing to it makes me blush,” I said, covering my face.
Jake and I talked about it extensively late into the night. What would we want to try next, and with whom. Finally, we had a plan, and I think I barely slept in anticipation of it. The following morning, we both came up with an excuse where we needed to work from home and would remotely connect to our meetings. The start of the day was nothing special, but the hour of my daily meeting with the marketing team was approaching, which is when I would execute our ‘accident.’ For the meeting, I wore the same skirt I had worn yesterday but a looser top. Initially, on camera, nothing would look out of place about my outfit, but that would change.
The six of us connected to the meeting, and things started off normally. All of us had our webcams on, and I could tell Colby was a bit uncomfortable as he and I still hadn’t addressed what happened yesterday with each other. Jake sat off to the side, not visible by my webcam but able to see my screen. Ten minutes into the meeting, bursa otele gelen escort I got the opportunity I was looking for.
“Kristin, do you have those figures handy,” one of my colleagues asked.
“I do. Hold in. It’s on the other side of my laptop. Let me reach for it real quick,” I said as I stood up out of my chair. In truth, I knew someone would ask about this document, and I had purposely put it a few feet behind the laptop. I bent forward and reached for the document. My loose shirt created a several-inch gap that my bra could easily be seen down. A gap that the webcam was looking right down when I reached. Immediately, I could hear my co-workers yelling to try and get my attention. I ignored this for a bit and stayed in this position, even though I had the paper in hand. Finally, I sat down and looked confused.
“What were you guys all yelling about? Did something happen,” I asked innocently.
The four men didn’t know what to say, but finally, Clara found the words. “It was just that with how you were positioned, we could see down your shirt a bit, Kristin,” she said while looking downwards.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so embarrassed! I’m sorry, you guys! That was really unprofessional. I… oh my gosh,” I said, putting my hands to my mouth and walking off camera. I went over and kissed Jake, who gave me two thumbs up. My colleagues were all yelling for me to come back and trying to assure me it wasn’t a big deal. I took my seat but kept my face covered with my hands. While all talking over each other, all five people told me that mistakes happen, it wasn’t that bad, they diverted their gaze, etc.
“You guys are too nice. I’m so sorry again that happened,” I stated as I showed my face again. From there, the meeting went on as normal and ended without any further excitement. As soon as I pressed the end meeting button, my husband exploded with joy.
“You did so good! That was amazing,” he said, hugging me.
“My heart was beating so fast when I did it. I couldn’t see the screen, but you could. How much did they see of my bra?” I asked, curious.
“All of it, pretty much. Well, the top half, anyway, and just a bit of cleavage. You aligned it all perfectly.”
My eyes widen. “I can’t believe I just willingly showed them all my bra like that. I’ve known some of them the entire time I’ve worked here.”
“And they’ve probably all been hoping to see more of you that whole time,” my husband said, smiling at me.
“Stop. They don’t think of me like that,” I said dismissively.
“They do. Remember when they all claimed to divert their gaze from your chest? They lied. None of them did. A few even leaned in for a closer look,” Jake said. Hearing that didn’t upset me in the least. The whole experience was more exciting than I had dreamed. We both knew we couldn’t let things end with just this.
During breaks throughout the day Jake continued to describe the reactions of my co-workers to the enjoyment of us both. However, we also didn’t know what the next step could be. I couldn’t have another accident with them as it would raise too many questions about whether I was doing this on purpose or not. Because obviously, I was. A lack of ideas dampened our mood, and we stopped talking about it. Eating dinner that night together, we discussed unrelated topics and eventually talked about what we had going on at work the next day.
“I’ll have my weekly meeting with my three interns. Those guys are always so full of energy and making jokes. It’s always so invigorating being with them. I always feel five years younger after our get-togethers. But it can also be hard keeping them on task,” I said.
Jake put his fork down and looked at me deep in thought. “Do they ever talk about your looks or anything like that,” he asked.
“My looks? I’m thirty-two years old, and these kids are nineteen. They don’t have any interest in me.”
“They don’t have interest in their hot boss with giant tits,” Jake questioned.
“Stop it. They want college-age girls.”
“Let’s put that to the test. Maybe tease them a bit tomorrow,” he suggested.
“What do you mean,” I replied, wondering where this was going.
“Flirt with them. See if they respond back,” he clarified.
“I’m going to weird them out. I’m telling you they have no interest in an older woman like me.”
“We’ll see,” was all Jake said before changing the subject.
At work the next day, my husband’s challenge would not stop playing in my head. Could I really flirt with those guys? I would be risking my job if I said the wrong thing, but I also risked making a complete fool of myself. Putting myself out there only to find these young men see me 100% non-sexually would be a major downer. But Jake had been right about my co-workers thinking of me that way, to some degree. Maybe he would be right here?
I managed three interns, all male and only nineteen years old. Each week in this meeting, I sit with them and review their work. I’ll end up giving them advice and maybe new bursa merkez escort assignments if they need them. Today would be no different, except I had decided to do what Jake suggested and get just a bit flirty with them.
“Good morning, gentlemen. Let’s go around the table and talk about how your work is going,” I said, starting things off normally. “Dominic, start us off,” I said, looking at the young man.
“I finished putting together the profile on our competitor’s latest marketing campaign. I’ll be sending it to you by the end of the day,” he said, looking proud of himself. Dominic had the best work ethic of all of them and deserved to be praised for that.
“Nice work, Dominic. You are almost as good of a worker as you are cute. And you’re pretty cute,” I said, trying to sound as confident as I could, even though I was nervous as hell.
His prideful look melted, and his eyes widened a bit. “Thank… thank you, Kris… Kristin,” he said, having trouble with his words. I then noticed his cheeks reddening. Holy crap, my comment had an effect on him.
The three guys looked at each other, unsure what to make of things, but I continued the meeting. “Kenneth, let’s have you go next.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, I’ve been having trouble tracking down the information you asked me to get. I’ll keep trying, though,” he said to me.
“Okay. That’s a bit disappointing to hear, but I trust you will get it. Otherwise, I might have to punish you for being a naughty boy,” I said with a smile.
“Wha…,” Kenneth started to ask, but I moved the conversation on, feeling embarrassed I had said that.
“Jaden. Last but not least. Let’s hear it.”
“Right. My presentation on the aluminum industry will be done tomorrow as you requested,” he said, straight-faced as usual.
“Excellent Jaden. Maybe we can review it together sometime, just the two of us. I like spending time with you,” I said while giving him just a bit of a lusty look. Did I just imply to my intern I wanted to get him alone to get sexual with him? That was going too far, and I regretted saying it.
“I… I… like spending time with you too, ma’am. I mean Krisitin,” Jaden replied awkwardly.
“If you don’t mind me asking, Kristin, you are in a great mood today. You’re much less formal than usual,” Dominic pointed out.
“Do you boys like it? Or am I being too friendly,” I questioned.
“Oh, I think we all like this side of you a lot,” Kenneth said as the other two boys nodded enthusiastically in agreement.
“I told you!” Jake said on the car ride home.
“Yeah, yeah, you were right. But am I crossing a line by teasing these boys like this,” I countered. During the rest of the meeting with the interns, I tried to keep up my light flirting without taking things too far. I did have to admit I’d never seen them so engaged before. I also hadn’t caught them looking at my chest as much before that meeting, either.
“You heard them say they liked you acting like this. It’s a win-win. Heck, it’s a win-win-win because I get to hear how these young guys want to get into my wife’s panties,” he joked.
“Shut up. Nobody is talking about that,” I told him, not needing to entertain the idea that things would ever progress with these boys beyond talk.
When we got home, my husband had a surprise delivery for me waiting on our doorstep. He had gotten me half a dozen skirts and shirts to match my outfit from the beginning of the week. All of the skirts went down to just above my knees, and the shirts hugged my breasts tightly. “I thought maybe you could dress like this at work all the time,” he said with a smile.
I held one of the skirts up to me as I considered this. I was due for a change in my wardrobe but hadn’t planned on going this route. Still, I didn’t get any complaints when I dressed like this before. In fact, I seemed to attract a lot more attention, which I did enjoy. “Thank you, honey. I’m looking forward to wearing this tomorrow,” I said.
“I had one other thought,” Jake said, looking at the skirt I was holding. “What if you re-create the original incident where your co-worker walked in on you?”
“You mean you want to have Colby walk in on me with my bra showing again,” I asked.
“It doesn’t have to be the same guy, and maybe… you show more than your bra. Maybe you are fully stripped to your underwear,” he said, diverting his eyes from mine. Showing off my bra and panties to someone at work? Jake seemed excited by that, and I was too, as I thought about it. It wasn’t that big of a deal, either. I had shown off my bra twice now. Were panties any more of a big deal? I agreed, and we discussed how I could make it happen tomorrow.
The next day at the office, I wore one of my new short skirts and tight button-up shirt outfits. Comparing the looks I got today versus yesterday, I confirmed I was getting a lot more attention by dressing like this. However, I was mainly focused on setting up another of my co-workers to see me in my underwear accidentally. To accomplish this, I would strip down in the same conference room I was in before. Beforehand, I would advertise to my five colleagues that I would be working out of that room and invite them to find me there should they need to talk to me. I would then wait in nothing but my bra and panties until someone came along and made me realize I had ‘forgotten’ to lock the door while I changed due to a coffee spill.
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