Thanks to Redfacedandnaked for so much inspiration.
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"So, it was my choice, was it Master!" she laughed out loud. And began to lift the jumper over her head.
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Reality hit her, sobering away some of the effects of dinner-time wine.
For a moment, she realised she was at work, in the ladies toilets, standing in a pair of shoes and a skirt, her breasts bare. Immediately her mind raced to her Master, she wished he could be here to see this, could be here to touch her. Her pussy tingled, her senses were on overload, and she heard the outer door of the toilets swing open, then bang shut as the inner door opened and someone stepped into the cubicle next to hers. She trembled as she reached for the handle, and flushed the loo. She lifted her blouse from the hook on the door, and balled it into her bag, open on the cistern. Hurriedly, she slipped the jumper on, unlatching the door, and picking up her bag. At the sink, she splashed water onto her face, red and coloured -- from excitement or embarrassment, and dried herself with a paper towel.
As she flicked her hair, checking her face was no longer flushed, she saw Janet step from the cubicle and step towards her. Her eyes dropped to the front of her soft woollen jumper, the softness of her breasts wasn't as defined as when she wore a bra, but damn those nipples! She smiled at Janet, and reached for her bag. Horrified, she realised she hadn't fully closed it, and the white cotton of her blouse could easily be seen.
"Not used to dinner-time drinks then?" Janet laughingly said. "You look flustered!"
"Umm, yeah, it's unusual for me. I just seem to feel hot" Bad choice of words, she thought. Hot is definitely what I feel, but it's nothing to do with the damned heating!
"The sun's nice though, through the windows. Sort of cheers this place up today. It could certainly do with something to lift up the spirits. I took my jacket off, I was warm too!"
Susan looked at Janet, realising that she was, in fact, only in her blouse and skirt. As they stepped towards the door though, she couldn't help but notice how smooth and shapely the cotton was, stretched across Janet's back, her shoulders defined, the shoulder blades moving as she pulled the door -- she had no bra on! There were no strap marks showing through, no edge on the top of the shoulders. As Janet held the door for her, and Susan took the handle, her eyes dropped to Janet's skirt. And her other hand. There, balled up in her fist, was that a pair of tights?
Over her shoulder, as she opened the outer door, Janet smiled at Susan. "Let's go cheer 'em up then!"
Heart pounding, Susan's imagination reached overdrive, she was going to walk back to her desk, her breasts beneath the cotton jumper free, and visible, her nipples tingling, burning almost, at the rub of the fabric.
Was Janet knickerless too under that skirt? They walked side by side, arms rubbing occasionally, which sent goose bumps along her skin. Janet's nipples were also visible, as Susan glanced down at her friends blouse front, noticing the top three buttons were open, displaying a soft cleavage, much the same as her own jumper revealed..
Reaching her desk, she slowly sat, wondering, almost in a daydream, placing her bag on the floor before reaching inside, pulling out the blouse and placing it in the drawer, covering the intimate items already in there. Her breathing was heavy, her pulse racing, as she looked across at Janet, who was dropping a pair of tights into a drawer at her desk.
She winked back at Susan, who felt her face flush again.
"Master, it is done" she typed "but I am not alone" and she blinked, as she wrote her report.
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As she worked, she was aware that Janet would occasionally look across at her from her desk. When their eyes met, she smiled back at Janet. She was sure her face must be beaming red! It didn't help that her Master had sent her a short story, of neighbours discovering each other. Some of the things they did...! Well, she had never done them, well, not all of them, but she wanted to experience them. She was of the age where she wanted to try anything, everything, at least once. If she didn't like it, she could at least have said that she had tried. She couldn't help but smile to herself as the thought crossed her mind that she WAS experiencing something new. Virtually naked in an office. She felt the blush and the heat rise to her cheeks again. Oh no, Janet was coming over to her desk.
"Hey, do you have any of those sheets of labels? I need to print a hundred of these for the despatch room, and I've run out of them" Susan was aware that Janet was waving an empty label box in one hand. She was leaning down on Susan's desk, resting on her other arm. Looking down to the drawer as she reached for the handle, Susan counted four buttons open on the blouse, and the full side of Janet's breasts were clearly visible. The soft curves of Janet's breasts had looked so -- she shuddered - so inviting. She blinked and looked down, at the drawer she had opened, her blouse covering the bra and knickers, and the hold ups...As she reached for the sheets of labels, the blouse slipped down to the back, and a bra strap, lacy knicker edge, and a hold-up welt accusingly revealed themselves.
She slammed the drawer shut, but not before Janet must have seen. "Thanks Pet. Glad it's not just me who's ...hot in here..." and Susan watched, mesmerised by the moment, as Janet stepped back over to her own desk.
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"My darkling little sweet curvy Susan" his email warmed her. "I am sorry, I seem to have you balanced on the edge of reason today. I should let you get back to normal" Susan breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to hold onto her sanity and carry on working at this rate. Buzzing, in the background, all of her sexual senses had been hovering, occasionally peaking to remind her of her wantonness. Her heart dropped.
"But there is another way"
She read on, in disbelief. In the order of one day at work, he had produced from within her the ability to maintain the air of shyness she always had, yet to realise the dreams of her fantasies, beyond her expectations. What would people think of her! She was safe, married, dependable, with a family, the "good old Susan", homely, motherly. But the Susan inside wanted to try things, and he had had her try so many things today. She should not be surprised at his latest request of her. She had yet to find the limit, the boundary. She must be close, but as she read his email again, wondering, daring herself to picture the undertaking, her libido burst, her pussy suddenly feeling awash, her nipples aching, her breasts wanting to be touched. She pressed send "I will Master, at three"
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She hurried through her work, the clock ticking, occasional smiles from Janet, aware of the ache in her pussy, the blush of her face. Twice she had to go to the water cooler to get a cold drink. Janet had followed her the second time, no words spoken, but she had looked Susan in the eye. There seemed a knowing in that look. Susan was on heat.
How could he have her like this, she wondered? Unseen, never met, never spoken, yet with his words, he had found the hidden Susan, the ageless Susan, the woman inside her who had lain dormant for so many years. And she was happy. He loved her, she knew that. There was no way he could say it to her face, no way he could show her, but she knew. That love was strong, safe, protective. And she loved him -- for the gift he had given her, of freedom, of this new exploration of her inner self. Walking back to her desk, she had been aware of admiring glances from some, and she sensed a puzzlement in them, they were suddenly aware of her, yet they didn't know why. The inner secret made her glow, and radiate confidence. She was less self conscious now, knowing that all they could see was Susan, walking back to her desk, nice skirt, nice jumper.