The next day at work the conversation turned to what we were wearing. I said I had a dress I wore to a family wedding which should be appropriate for an office party. My coworker said she didn’t think that would fit in.
“Really?” I replied. “What do you recommend?”
“Let’s look at last year,” she said.
We went to the company internal web site and located pictures from the previous years party. She was right. My dress would not have fit in. This was a high fashion event it was cocktail party meets clubwear. I was definitely going to have to change my choice.
We kept going through the pictures. Then I saw it. In the back was a woman in a short, and I mean short, skirt dancing topless. She was in the background and her back was to the camera but she was there. I pointed her out to my coworker. She couldn’t tell who she was.
I looked at the scene, I could see a group of people standing around her smiling or laughing. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. I felt a tingle in my pussy. I started thinking about what I had in my closet I could wear.
Getting through work was hard. My mind was stuck on what to wear to the party. I also kept clicking back to the picture of that one girl. I’d enlarge it and scan left and right seeing if there was any clue who she was. I kept looking at her skirt. Damn that was short. It was almost indecent. I wondered what she was wearing with it?
I got home and immediately looked in my closet. I knew the stuff I wanted was in the back. Some I have worn since I was 22 and doing the club thing. I had the body. I used to show it off. Well I still had the body. There was no reason for me not to show it off.
Warren got home and heard me upstairs. He looked in the room and saw all the clothes on the bed.
“Hi babe,” he said. “Umm, what’s going on?”
“I’m trying to find something to wear to the party,” I replied.
“Your office party?” he asked. “I’m not complaining, I miss you wearing these things, but aren’t these a little risque for that?”
I went to my PC, logged into work and showed him the pictures.
“This is what people wore last year,” I said. Then it hit me.
“You miss me wearing these clothes?” I asked.
“You bet,” he said. “You were always the hottest girl in the room. I loved the way you looked. I could see the other guys, and some girls, checking you out. They all wished they were me.”
“You. Liked them looking at me? Why?”
“Because they all wanted you. I knew what they were missing. In some ways I wished I could tear your dress off and show them what they were really missing.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You’d like people to see me naked?” I said.
“Well, I never really never thought about it that way, but yeah, I guess I wouldn’t mind. Make them all jealous of me,” he replied.
Wow, that gave me food for thought. It also made me look at my clothes in a different light. Things I had rejected as too revealing were moved back to the maybe pile. Things I had thought were good were moved to the reject pile.
I settled on a red wrap dress with a halter top. It had a back that swooped to the curve of my ass showing skin from my neck down. The front crossed over my breasts right at the bottom of my breast bone. It tied at my hips one under and one bow on my hip. I tried it on. The dress was longer in the back than the front. The front crossed a few inches below my crotch. The back a few inches longer. I thought it was perfect. I didn’t show my husband. I put it aside as a surprise.
The next day I went into work smiling. There was lots of talk about the party everyone was excited. We had Friday off so today was the last day before the party. At one point I asked if anyone thought those girls would be there again. I was met with blank stares. I had to explain which girls I meant. It took a while but eventually they knew what I was talking about.
One guy asked me why I wanted to know so bad. I just shrugged my shoulders. Another suggested that if I wanted to see someone flash so badly, that maybe I should do it.
I gave him a playful swipe and said, “No way.” Even as I said it I knew my pussy was tingling.
Friday the day of the party I was restless all day. Home alone I tried doing chores, watching TV, and reading. None of it helped. Eventually I laid down and started thinking of the party. My hands lightly caressed my tits through my blouse and bra. I wondered how it would feel having them admired by a roomful of people. What if someone touched them? What if more than one person did? What would Warren say?
My hand slid down the waist of the yoga pants I was wearing. Under my panties I could feel my wet pussy and sensitive clit. My fingers started a small circular motion. I pictured Warren watching as two guys from my work group grabbed my tits. I came, and fell asleep.
Warren woke me when he got home.
“What time do we have to leave?” he said.
“Around 7,” I said.
“2 hours,” he said. “Let’s take a shower.”
He pulled me to him and kissed him. I was definitely in the mood. He pulled off my blouse and bra as I undid his shirt. He then pulled me to the shower. Between kissing and undressing we finally made it into the shower. In the shower we lathered each other up.
As he lathered my tits he said, “So, these babies coming out tonight?”
I slapped him playfully, “No silly, I’m not flashing a bunch of guys at my office.”
He lightly kissed each nipple, “Too bad,” he said. “They don’t know what they’re missing.”
The conversation was turning me on. I put my hands against the shower wall and pushed my ass towards him.
“I can tell you something else they’re not getting, “I said.”
“Oh, what’s they?” He teases.
“This wet pussy,” I said.
He slid his fingers down to my pussy and slid them in. I was wet. I moaned as he fingered me, he pulled his fingers out and traced them up my ass till he reached my little bud. I felt his fingertip slide in. I shivered and pushed back.
“So it seems my little slut is ready for anything tonight,” he said.
“Anything baby,” I replied.
“Even flashing those tits?”
What? Was he encouraging me?
“If you want me to shows my tilts, I will,” I said.
He placed his cock at the opening of my pussyy and as he slid in he said, “I want you to have fun.”
I came immediately.
We finished showering and I finished my hair and makeup as he got dressed. He looked amazing. His grey sport coat matched his eyes. I love a man who knows hoe to wear a tie, and he did. I was almost ready to skip the party and just fuck him right there. .
He kissed me and said he’d meet me downstairs.
When I came downstairs he gave me a “Wow.”
“I look okay?” I asked.
“You look amazing, ” he said. “Turn around.”
I turned for him. He pulled me close and kissed me. I kissed back. He stuck his fingers in the band of my thong. I felt him pull them down my hips.
“You don’t need these,” he said.
“What if someone notices,” I whispered.
“Cool,” was the response.
With a tingle in my pussy I stepped out of my panties and left them on the floor.
He kissed me again, hands sliding up and down my ass and under my skirt. “Perfect,” he said.