Monday morning, another day at the office. Two days ago I was a car show model. Now I was back in the real world: my position as a marketing executive. Already the events of Saturday seemed distant, almost surreal. I had spent a lazy Sunday going through the newspapers, cleaning the flat, getting my house in order, so to speak. The things that had happened on Saturday, the things I had done, shocked me somewhat, shocked me a lot, but it was behind me now. How horny all that attention had made me feel made me realise just how much I had been missing sex. You need a boyfriend, girl, as I thought about the impression that cute guy from the electronics company at the show had had on me. Well, maybe, but I didn't really want the complications of a man in my life right now, to be honest. And I had to admit that my vibrator did serve its purpose very nicely when I got home on Saturday night...
I was in meetings most of Monday morning and didn't bump into Kelly at all until lunchtime. I joined her in the cafeteria.
"Hi Kelly," I said, placing my sushi tray on the table.
"Hi Anne," she said.
"Any news on the sponsor front?"
"It's looking real good," she said. "Rick should know in a day or two, but he thinks it's pretty much a certainty. Thanks again for everything you did; I really owe you."
Everything I did. I wondered exactly what she meant by that. Did she know that I had jerked Hank off in the back seat of the car? Oh God, I hoped not!
"Anne," she said, her head bowed, eyes looking up at me intently. "I hope I didn't freak you out too much on Saturday. You know, when we were in the car."
"No, no, not at all," I said, feeling slightly embarrassed. "But I have to admit, first time I've done anything like that."
I paused for a minute.
"Have you ever been with a woman before, Kelly?"
"No," she said. "But I've always wanted to." We giggled together at her confession.
"But in the car, it wasn't planned. It kind of just happened. And it was really nice."
"Yes, it was," I said. "Did Rick say anything? I hope he was cool with it. You know, us together like that."
"Oh yeah," she laughed. "He totally loved it."
"I imagine after that he wants us to have a threesome now," I said.
"He's already asked me about that. I told him you're too good for him!"
We both laughed. I was glad it hadn't changed things between us. Well, of course things had to have changed a bit: we had been sexual with one another, even if it had only been petting – heavy petting, for sure - but our friendship didn't seem to have been affected. But things were a little bit different. Looking at her across the table I was seeing Kelly in a different light from what I might have previously. I had never noticed her beautiful blue eyes before. And now I found myself observing the shape over her boobs under her light cotton blouse, the small amount of cleavage she was showing under her clothing. She had such lovely breasts, bigger than mine, so firm and round...
I looked up. Kelly was staring straight at me. She'd caught me checking out her boobs. She smiled with a sly look on her face, one I'd never noticed before. She knew, and she approved. I smiled back.
Monday was a slow day. I left work early for an extended gym workout. After I'd done half an hour on the exercise bike, I hooked up with my personal trainer, Steve, and we went through my normal weights program. Steve is younger than me, quite a nice guy really, early 20s, obviously extremely fit, and hoping to make the next Olympic rowing team. Nicely built, too; not too muscle-bound like so many other gym instructors, but toned in all the right places. Not that I fancied him or anything; but he certainly wasn't hard on the eye.
This night, though, as he guided me through the routine, I found my gaze drawn to his skin-tight lycra shorts. He always wears them, the kind of thing worn at gyms only either by gays or elite athletes. He certainly wasn't in the former category, so I had overheard in the women's locker room.
Standing above me, legs astride me as I did my floor lifts, I could not stop myself from staring at his cock. You could clearly make out the shape under the tight lycra; even the outline of the head was unmistakable. Pushing hard against the weights, sweat pouring off my own lycra-clad body, I couldn't help but wonder how big that thing got when he was aroused. How sexy it would look all hard, pushing against the stretchy material. What it would feel like. What it would taste like...
He must have seen me looking. He smiled down at me at one point, with a gentle 'you seem to be having a nice time' kind of look on his face. I smiled back, surprised at myself that I wasn't embarrassed. No that I was worried about him making a pass at me; this guy must be beating all those hot young gym junkies away with a stick, I thought to myself. And with that rippling body of his he'd fuck them good and hard, too. Oh Annie, I thought, you're in a funny mood tonight!
Later that night after I had showered and readied myself for bed, I laid out my work clothes for the morning. Rummaging through my underwear drawer, I came across the pair of Victoria Secrets g-string sets my old boyfriend David had bought me. He was always trying to get me to wear sexy lingerie, but I'd always found thongs uncomfortable. I ended up only wearing them – there was one black set, one white – in the privacy of my own home, for him, of course, and they did lead to some spectacular love-making sessions.
I pulled out the white set, holding up the g-string. The thing was so tiny, so raunchy. I hadn't worn these in ages. I slipped off my robe and stepped into the thong. I put on the matching bra. I looked at myself in the mirror, turning to the side so I could see my bare ass cheeks. Hmm, not bad, I thought. But there was something missing from this 'look'. I went over to the shoe cupboard and pulled out a pair of red pumps. Slipping them on, I went back to the mirror. Now you look like a slut, I laughed, feeling deliciously naughty that here I was in high heels and sluttish underwear checking myself out in the mirror. This was a hot look. I imagined what Steve might think if he saw me dressed like this. I cupped the underside of my boobs, feeling the silky lace material against my skin. It felt luxurious, so self indulgent. I watched my reflection as my hands rubbed gently across my nipples. I pulled the bra strap off my left shoulder, slowly easing down the cup until my nipple poked into view in the mirror. I turned to my side and looked back into the glass. I could see my nipple was hard. I undid the clasp, letting the bra fall to the floor. I brought my hands up to my breasts, squeezing them tightly, watching in the mirror how the shape changed against the pressure. Funny, but the g-string didn't feel all that uncomfortable; if anything, I liked the feeling of the material rubbing between my ass cheeks. I felt so... so improper. And so deliciously naughty - what if anyone saw me like this?
I glanced at the clock. It was getting late. Time for bed. I slipped off the shoes and slid the g-string off. I made to put the thong and bra set back in the drawer but then a devilish notion hit me: why not wear them to work tomorrow? Why not? I laid them out with my work clothes in readiness for the next day.
